Page 137 of When We Fall: Part One
I was falling apart. I looked like shit.
There wasn’t anything I could do about it, though, so I left the bathroom and went back into the club.
“I’m leaving,” I said to Ryder as I swayed. Trent was making out with some chick at the bar. Figured.
“Leaving? You can barely walk. How the fuck are you going to leave?”
“Rosalie is coming to get me.”
Ryder raised his brows. “OK. Well, don’t fuck it up, man.”
“I will,” I muttered, knowing damn well that’s how I worked.
“Have a drink before you go. That way, you won’t remember shit tomorrow if you do fuck it up.” He handed me a shot.
I downed it quickly, knowing it was a bad idea.
“Sit. You look like hell.”
I felt like hell. I took a seat as the room spun.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, but eventually, I woke with my head in my arm on the tabletop, Rosalie’s warm hands on me.
“Ani.” She shook me. “Come on. Let’s go.”
I stared up at her groggily. “Hey. You came.”
She frowned at me, clearly not liking what she saw.
I reached for her and tugged her between my legs, my hands on her waist.
“You look pretty,” I said, trying to get the three of her to focus into one. She was wearing a pleated jean skirt and a red top. Simple, yet beautiful.
“Hey, Anson, man, let’s go,” Fox said.
I blinked at him as he moved to stand next to her.
“You going to kick my ass for touching her?” I peered at him. “Spoiler. You’ll win tonight. I’m fucked up.”
“Clearly,” Fox muttered, moving Rosalie aside.
I groaned at her distance.
“You bring the guys?” I asked as Fox helped me to stand. Ryder took up my other side to help since I was such a sloppy mess.
“No. It’s just me and Rosie.”
“Good,” I slurred out.
I must have blacked out on the way to the car because when I woke, we were zooming along the highway with Rosalie in the backseat. I didn’t recognize the car.
“Where are we?” I groaned.
“In my car,” she answered softly. She pressed a bottle of water to my lips. Greedily, I sucked it down and let out another groan.
“I fucked that girl because I thought she was you,” I slurred. “I had to pretend she was so I could get through it.”
“Anson,” Fox snapped.
