Page 64 of Enemies to Prom Dates
“Reen knew what?” I asked. I took the pill from her and I could see a letter stamped into it. “It’s a funny looking E on the pill.”
“No,” she said turning the pill in my hand. “It’s an M. It’s melatonin. Probably a really high dose. This, with the couple of beers Gi’s not used to drinking, basically just put her to sleep.”
“I wanted to lie down,” Gigi admitted, sitting up on her elbows. “So freaking tired.”
“See. I just brought her up here to lay down,” Wick said now standing and reaching for the box of tissues on the bedstand to staunch the flow of blood from his nose. “I think you broke my nose, asshole.”
I got up in his face again. As a defensive safety on the football team, Wick wasn’t exactly small and still I towered over him.
“So innocent,” I snarled at him. “Then why did you lock the fucking door?”
“You know how these parties are. I didn’t want anyone coming up here and bothering us.”
“Don’t think for a minute I buy that bullshit. Maybe you thought you were getting her drunk and high, and instead, you just made her sleepy, but the end result was the same. My sister was passed out in a bedroom. Alone. With. You.” I pushed my finger into his chest with my last word and had the satisfaction of watching him wince.
“Beth, I’m taking my sister home. Now.”
“Come on, Gigi,” she said helping Gi to sit up on the bed. “Let’s get you up.”
“I’ve got her,” I said, bending over Gi and picking her up like I used to do when she was a little girl. She didn’t resist. Just put her arms around my neck and pressed her face into my chest.
“Don’t be mad, Fitz,” she said drunkenly. “I wanted to try E once. Just to see. Nobody tricked me.”
I grunted and carried her out of the bedroom. The hall and stairwell were packed with people taking in the show. I said nothing, simply looked down at all of them and watched as they dispersed themselves.
“Fitz! Shit. Is she okay?” Chas came bolting up the steps.
“She’s fine. Just a little drunk and tired. I’m taking her home.”
“Sorry, man. I didn’t even know she was here,” he told me. Then to the rest of the crowd. “You all know I have a strict policy. Juniors and seniors only. If I find anyone younger here, I’m tossing everyone out.”
I carried her down the stairs and out of the house, knowing Beth was following us. We reached my car and Beth opened the back door so I could set Gi down where she promptly laid out on the seat.
Getting in the driver’s side, I glanced over at Beth, who was shutting the passenger door and reaching for her seat belt.
“I didn’t open your door,” I muttered.
“And I’ll never forgive you for it,” she said rolling her eyes.
“I’ll have to drop you home first.”
“Of course.”
I didn’t say anything else after that. Just turned over the ignition and drove. My emotions rolling out of control. Anger for Wick, frustration and guilt with Gigi, regret with Beth. This wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go tonight.
Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up in front of her house. Hours earlier than I wanted. I couldn’t even kiss her goodnight. The sound of my sister snoring in the backseat was not conducive to any sort of romance. It made me want to punch Wick all over again.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” I offered lamely. “None of that was fun.”
“Some of it was fun. The kissing part,” she whispered.
I attempted a smile. “Yeah.”
“You know none of this was your fault.”
It felt like it. It felt like it was all my fault. I never should have gone along with Gi’s plan to get closer to Wick. I knew what he was. I was being naïve to think something bad couldn’t happen.
Beth reached out and grabbed my forearm, still resting on the steering wheel and squeezed.
