Page 103 of Sparks
The blood drained from my face. I’d been known to get ugly on nights when I drank enough to black out. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry. I hardly remember what happened after we got on the metro.”
Willa chuckled. “You got mad ‘cause we were all laughing and you said we were leaving you out and having inside jokes without you.”
Holly sat up and slurred, “Yer all a bunsh of bishes!”
“No!” I covered my face. “Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry!”
“Funny thing is,” Beth said, “we were laughing atyou.”
“You were hilarious,” Holly assured me.
I shook my head as they all giggled. I was glad they didn’t seem mad at me, but I hated when I couldn’t remember.
“I don’t even want to know what I did,” I said. “I’m really sorry, you guys.”
Beth leaned forward. “You told Silas he has a perfect penis. Although, I hadn’t heard about you seeing his penis in the first place. You’ve been holding out on me.”
I covered my mouth and whispered through my fingers, horrified. “I did not.” I looked at Holly who gave me an apologetic shrug.
Then at Willa, who pursed out her lips and nodded, saying, “You also told him you wanted to fuck his arm because apparently it smelled real good.”
They all giggled and I jumped to my feet, my head getting light. I grabbed my forehead. “Stop it, y’all. This isn’t funny.” They giggled harder.
“It’s okay,” Holly said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back down beside her. “He thought it was cute.”
“That is so not cute!” I was freaking out. “He just finally started acting normal towards me again and now I probably ruined it for good.”
“Okay,” Beth said. “So, the part about his dick is true then? How did I not know this?”
I leveled her with a glare and she blinked in surprise, feigning innocence about why I might keep her, the queen of gossip, in the dark about something so huge.
Huge. Hehe.
Oh, God, please help me and my stupid self. I stood abruptly, grabbing a sweatshirt and pushing my feet into some shoes. “I need food before I throw-up. I’m going to Chicken King.”
“I’ll come with you,” Willa said, getting up.
“Hey,” Holly called. She gave me a small smile. “Don’t worry about last night. It was a blast, and everyone is fine.”
“But Silas—”
“He’s fine,” she insisted. “He cares about you. He was laughing like the rest of us and he had zero problems carrying you in his arms off the subway.”
My mouth dropped open in horror. Holly gave me a wink.
“We have pictures,” Beth said, smiling sweetly.
“Lord, no.” I grabbed the doorknob and rushed out, shaking my head.
“Hold on!” Willa called to me down the stairs as I ran down, not stopping until I got to the bottom. I don’t think I’d ever been this embarrassed.
Willa was huffing when she got to the bottom.
I closed my eyes as she petted me with exaggerated strokes down my back. “Relaaax.”
I blew out a breath and walked out the doors, pulling down my sunglasses. The Chicken King was a few blocks away.
“I feel so stupid.”
