Page 27 of Desperate Pucker
She frowns when she looks up at me. “Don’t call me that. That nickname makes me feel like I’m in kindergarten all over again.”
I walk over and help her out of the chair. She wobbles on her feet as I study her face. Her eyes are sleepy, and her cheeks are red. She’s definitely had too much to drink.
“You called me for a sober ride home when you’re underage and shouldn’t be drinking,” I say. “I get to call you by your nickname.”
She closes her eyes and groans. “I don’t feel good.”
“Let’s get you out of here.”
I wrap my arm around her and lead her back down the stairs. She cradles the side of her head with her free hand.
She groans. “Ugh, I hate this music.”
“Why’d you go to a frat party then? All they play is shitty music.”
One of the frat guys frowns at me. I glare at him, and he turns away.
She trips when I walk her through the doorway, then starts to dry heave. I quickly take her over to the end of the porch, but she vomits before I can get her over the side into the yard.
I let out a heavy sigh.
“Dude, come on. Not on the porch.”
I turn and see a different frat guy shouting at us.
“Did you really just let her vomit all over our porch? What the fuck?”
I help Anna sit down, then walk over to the guy. His eyes go wide when I square up to him. He’s almost as tall as me, but I’ve got probably sixty pounds on him.
He holds up a hand as he stumbles back.
“Did you know you have a bunch of underage students at your frat party?”
“Uh…uh…”
“Did you know that if I call the cops right now, you’ll get arrested for giving out alcohol to people who aren’t old enough to drink it? And then your frat will get in trouble. You’ll get in trouble too. Maybe even kicked out of school.”
Panic flashes in his eyes. “Okay, sorry I went off on you…”
“If you don’t want people vomiting on your porch, don’t give them alcohol. Understand?”
He nods. “Yes, sir. Very sorry.”
I walk back over to Anna, pick her up, and carry her to my car. I set her next to my car, open the door, then help her in.
When I hop in the driver’s seat and turn on the engine, she’s sniffling.
“I’m sorry, Ryker,” she says in a wobbly voice. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”
I sigh and pull into the street. “I’m more mad at your friends. What were they thinking, ditching you at this party?”
She wipes her face on the sleeves of her jacket. “I don’t know. I just met them.”
“Wait, you didn’t go out with Kristin?”
She shakes her head. “I invited her, but she didn’t want to go. She doesn’t get along with Kayla and Molly. She says they party too much.”
“Looks like Kristin is right about that.”
