Page 46 of His Pretty Little Lies
"I'm okay," I admit. "Wait, did I keep kissing you because I was worried I was going to jail and they could be our last kisses?" I recall saying that. Such an odd thing for me to have said.
"You're not going to jail." Jax's tone is way too serious. I wipe my mouth with a hand towel he hands me.
“Of course not.” I toss the towel back at him. “My drunk ass…” I trail off. “Oh my God.”
“Hey now.” Jax’s hands grip my hips as I sway on my feet to balance myself.
He lifts me, carrying me over to the sitting area, and sits down on the loveseat with me in his lap. His shirt that I’m still wearing rides up. He’s taken off my shoes and shorts. I recall reaching up under my shirt and taking my bra off myself before throwing it at him like I was some skilled stripper.
I am not.I’m mortified by the memory alone.
But there are bigger things to worry over than my lack of finesse in being sexy and trying to turn Jax on.
“I killed her.”
“You didn’t kill anyone.”
The screams. The dead girl was in one of the spare rooms. I didn't get much of a glimpse of her. Of course, everyone took off running toward the scream. Jax hadn't let me at first, but I was persistent in knowing what was happening.
Annie, the girl that I'd argued with earlier in the night, was dead on the bed. There was blood dripping from her nose, her eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.
"You're right. It was Blair's spell." I cringe at my own joke.
"She said the same shit. Still don't understand what the fuck that means, but unless the spell went up her nose?—"
"She touched her nose," I whisper for some reason. I’m just trying to piece together whatever I can remember.
“Neither you nor Blair is responsible for that girl's death. No matter what anyone says.” Jax's words bring back a deluge of memories from last night. The stares, the whispers, all of them directed toward me.
That’s when Jax got me the hell out of there. Damon was going to handle Blair because she couldn't drive. Those tiny drinks got the best of us.
I'm not sure if I should be insulted because everyone thought I did it or a touch proud that people think I have this whole other side to me capable of such a thing. I did have it out with Annie a couple of times, but Blair was the spell caster.
I might not have cared for the girl, but I sure didn’t want her dead. She was a bitch, but people change, and often at our age, people are cruel because things in their own personal life bleed out onto everyone around them. I can understand that. I have my own shit because of my parents.
“What the hell, Jax?” I ask as the rest of the night floods in, giving me a dull headache, which I deserve.
“Pretty sure she OD’d. Coach said Trent was bleeding from the nose, too.”
“Wait, Trent Weaver? Football guy?”
“Yes, he’s a receiver on the team. That’s what I had to talk to Coach about. He’s been in the hospital in a coma.”
“Oh my God.” How is everyone at school not talking about this?
“They know he took something, but they don’t know what. He wanted to know if I knew about any new drugs going around.” I stare at him.
“It’s insane that the coach is asking you that, but understandable.”
“He wasn’t only asking me to find out information. I think he knew I’d take that information home to my uncles if I didn’t already know what was going around.”
“That’s a good point.” Wow, it’s such a reminder of what a different world Jax lives in. “You think it all could be related?”
“We have two dead girls and Trent in the hospital, and they don’t know if he’ll make it. They want to know what it was he took because it’s not a normal street drug, and I think his parents hope that if they figure it out, it might help save him.” Damn, I feel horrible for his parents.
“Shit, right, the first dead girl in the warehouse in our uniform. That makes three victims either from our school or associated with Golden Prep."
"Bingo," Jax says, clearly having pieced that together himself while I was being a drunk dumbass.
