Page 59 of We Thought We Were Invincible
Morgan stepped forward. “Even if they are now, which I am totally not confirming, it didn't start until you broke up.”
“Well, if it wasn't you.” Amelia pointed at me. “It was someone. I know for a fact that he slept with someone the night before we broke up.”
I had nothing to say to that. A part of me hurt hearing it. That would have been soon after we went skydiving together. When I thought… well, it didn't matter what I thought.
I looked from Morgan's concerned face to Amelia's smug one, then down at the shot of tequila that was within arm's reach. Making a quick decision, I snatched it and threw it back. It burned, causing me to sputter and cough before settling its warmth in my belly.
“I want another.” I slammed the shot glass back on the table.
A hint of acceptance had replaced the smugness in Amelia's expression as she nodded and poured me another along with one for herself. We downed them together in solidarity.
I did two more before stumbling out of the kitchen. Shots? Check. Another thing on my invincible checklist for this year. Only, that was something I was supposed to be doing with Jamie.
Screw Jamie.
Why did it hurt that he'd been with someone else so soon before me? Was it that he cheated on Amelia? I'd always believed that you could never trust a cheater. But we weren't even together. Not really. If we were, we wouldn't hide like we were ashamed.
The rain had started again, its rhythm soothing to my spinning head. I lost Morgan, but it didn't bother me as much anymore.
I walked through the party, for once not caring what these people thought of me. It was freeing.
Morgan's brother Troy was dancing by himself when I found him. He grinned at me. His was one of those faces you couldn't help but like. Not hot exactly - he was two years younger, so gross - but open and friendly. I took his offered hand and moved as if I actually knew what I was doing.
It was fun and silly. Amelia even joined us, made nicer by the copious amounts of alcohol she'd consumed. For the first time, I felt like I fit in that world.
After a while, I fumbled my way through the house in search of the restroom. Troy followed close behind, talking my ear off about anything and everything. He was funny, and I found myself wanting us to be friends.
Upstairs, we opened doors in our search. The second one we opened was one I wish had stayed shut forever.
Morgan sat on a bed, her shirt partially off, a boy who was not my brother glued to her lips.
“Morgan, gross,” Troy shouted.
Her eyes snapped in our direction and I took off, my need for the restroom forgotten.
Troy and Morgan's footsteps thundered down the stairs after me, but I bolted from the house and down the street into the light rain.
I didn't stop until I was sure they weren't following. Pulling out my phone, I saw the time. It was late, and I just wanted to go home. There was no way I was calling Colby after what I just saw and Kat would ground me forever. Jamie was still on my shit list.
I dialed the only person I could, hoping he was still in town.
“Hola,” Jay answered.
“Hey.” My voice was slurred. “I need a ride.”
“Shit, Cal. You drunk?” He laughed.
“I'll text you the address.” I hung up and shot him off a text.
He arrived about twenty minutes later.
“Where's the girlfriend?” I asked, dropping into the passenger seat.
“Asleep.” He shook his head. “Do you know how late it is?”
“Thanks for coming.”
“Anything for you. I just didn't expect you to hang out with people like this. Amelia, really?”
