Page 94 of Every Broken Promise
“What the hell is going on?” I asked as I rejoined the scene.
“Astrid called the cops for a stupid prank,” someone else yelled out.
“Not surprising.” Carrie glared at Astrid. “She’s ruining prom just like she’s ruined all of Ty’s relationships.
Fuck.
Sam had probably already told Carrie, and now she was making it all worse.
Astrid’s eyes began to water, and she looked around, noticing that everyone was angry at the fact that the cops were on their way, and began to agree with the statement Carrie had made.
It wasn’t even midnight yet, and the cops would undoubtedly break this party up for this mistake. It would be the first year since this tradition started that the evening would end before dawn.
Chaos broke out. Some people began to run away, while others knew it was better to stay put because driving drunk in this state would just make things worse.
I started to make my way toward where Astrid and Collin were, but then I saw Sam’s lips moving. I didn’t want her to keep hurting Astrid, and after our little showdown I knew she was out for blood, so instead I made a beeline toward her knowing she was pissed because of me.
I had made this fucking mess, and now I needed to fix it.
When I took hold of Sam’s hand, I dragged her with me away from everyone else so she could stop spewing her poison.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spat.
Sam pulled her hand away from mine.
“Your stupid best friend ruined everything!”
I shook my head as I looked at Sam and wondered how the hell I ever found her attractive. Which was fucking sad because she was many of my first—firsts I resigned myself to the fact they could never happen with my best friend—first that would never be Astrid’s but belonged to her.
“Collin looked like he was about to pass out,” I stated. “That wasn’t Astrid’s fault.”
Sam laughed.
“Of course not, she’s so fucking perfect.”
I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t say anything, because it wouldn’t do anyone any good. Sam was just reacting to the mess I had created. Even though a part of me told me to lash out at her and make her feel an ounce of the pain Astrid was currently feeling, I refrained.
“You know…you never even bothered to find out how Astrid and I became good friends. You never gave her a chance.”
It was the wrong thing to say because Sam glared at me.
“How fucking stupid are you? You wanted me to become friends with the girl who’s in love with my boyfriend?”
My eyes widened at her words, and something tugged at my heart. It wasn’t anger or desperation at this situation—it was hope.
“We’re done here, Sam,” I said softly.
I had wasted enough time.
I turned around and began to walk away. Sam yelled after me, but I didn’t bother to hear her out, not anymore. It didn’t matter what I said. Astrid would always be a villain in Sam’s book when the only asshole in all of this had been me.
When I came back, the medical van was already there, along with the cops. Collin was already being loaded and Astrid was nowhere to be seen. I decided to wait until tomorrow morning and go to her then. I needed to clarify a few things in my mind.
Despite all this mess, I decided it was time to start being honest with myself and with Astrid.
Sam and I were done—we should never have begun. Hell, I should have never let fear stop me from taking what was always meant to be mine. Astrid and I weren’t bound to repeat the same fate as EZ and Sabby. Despite his pain, I knew my dad would choose my mother all over again.
Astrid wasn’t anywhere near where she had been before. I figured she had gone home already, and I decided to look for her in the morning. The cops were putting us aside, talking to us one-on-one and trying to piece together the story of what had happened. We were lucky they let us go without a penalty since they didn’t want to ruin our prom night more than it already had.
