Page 39 of Nightmare

I’mthatdrunk.

Summer throws her arm over my shoulder and shakes me from side to side. I don’t know why, but she’s yelling about Travis, Jax and Mac.

My eyebrows dip in question, not understanding what she’s trying to tell me because the music is so loud in here, when she points a finger across the room.

My eyes search the smoky living room, trying not to go cross-eyed from the strobe, and I spot the men in question.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Nope, gotta get away from that.

I spin on my shoeless foot – where the fuck are my shoes? – pull Summer behind me towards the patio doors of the massive loft we’re in.

She’s laughing, way too fucking loud, so I clap a hand over her mouth to silence her, even though the music is covering her voice anyways, and her eyes go wide in surprise.

I find the patio door and push it open, the clear nighttime air hitting me like a truck.

The patio is empty, and the fresh air helps clear the fog inside my brain, so I gulp down as much as I can get before depositing Summer and myself onto an armchair at the edge of the enclosed patio.

“What’s wrong?” Summer asks, like she wasn’t the person who just pointed out the big dick squad.

“Summer, what are they doing here?”

She looks around the patio and screeches, “Who?!”

Oh my god.

“Summer.” I snap my fingers in front of her face. “Focus.”

She nods over and over, “Right, yes, who?!”

My head is spinning, so I take a deep breath and try to calm myracingheart before I answer her. “How are Travis and your fuck friends here?”

She nods, “Right, yes. Okay. I invited them.”

My face drops, “You. Did. What?!”

She giggles, wrapping her arms around me, “Well, I invited Malcolm. He must have invited his boyfriends.”

She giggles some more, and I try to resist the urge to strangle her to death. “Summer. I do not want to see Travis.”

She slaps a hand on her forehead, “Ahhh, I get it now!”

Oh, my ever-loving fuck I hate my best friend.

“So, what do we do?” She asks, her face falling into a frown, concern clouding her drunk ass features.

I flinch, laughing, “I have a plan, but it’skind ofshitty.”

She throws her head back and laughs, “It’s bad that I’m immediately on board, right?”

I shrug, “Just follow my lead and be cool.”

She answers with a nod before I take another deep breath and stand back up, pulling her behind me. I peek through the window on the door that leads back inside, seeing Travis and his friends standing over at the bar, backs to us, so I pull the door open to slip back inside.

The air is thick with smoke, and it immediately goes back to my head, the sharp smells of weed coating me and making me smile like a kid in a candy store.

I search the room with careful but squinted eyes before I find my target. The football dude from the chugging contest.

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