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Chapter 8

Bo

Adam and I both finish our breakfast before one o’clock and decide to go back to the apartment.

“You know, I don’t know much about you Bo,” Adam looks away from the road and at me for a second. I can tell he wants me to tell him everything about myself but it’s just not what I do. I like people knowing little about me.

“You know more than anyone else does,” My fingertips softly graze the handle on the door. I look at him as we slow at a stoplight.

“Would you tell me what that is?” I shrug and smile slightly.

“You know, so why should I tell you?” He rolls his eyes and taps his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Stop making things so complicated, just tell me,” He pleads, I get distracted, though. Selena Gomez plays on the radio and I turn up the sound until it’s blasting. Her new album is honestly ruining my life in a good way.

I hear Adam’s voice faintly but I can’t comprehend what he said. He turns down the radio almost all the way and says, “I’m going to a party tonight. College party of course,” I nod and he continues, “You wanna go?”

I raise an eyebrow and lean back in the seat, “But that means I have to get all dressed up and stuff but I don’t want to,” I whine as we pull into the complex, Adam gives me a look and I roll my eyes, “I’m only going because you did me a solid last night.”

“I’ll come get you at nine,” He says as he parks in his garage. I carefully open the door but with the small amount of space, I end up hitting the wall, hard. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head and I see tears start to form, “My baby!” He yells, getting out of the car and rushing over to my side, I crawl over the console and get out on the driver’s side.

“I’ll see you later Adam!” I run back to my apartment and unlock the door before he has time to catch up with me. The door automatically shuts behind me and I lock it myself. I look at the time and it’s nearly one.

I kick off my shoes once I get into my bedroom and cuddle into my comforter. I have 8 hours to get ready, so why not throw a little nap in there?

-

My eyes crack open and I sit up from the bunch of sheets. I check my phone and see I have texts from Adam.

NEW MESSAGE: Hey Everest is okay, she didn’t have any scratches.

NEW MESSAGE: I’m coming in like fifteen minutes.

I gape and look at the time on my phone. It’s nearly 9 o’clock. I hop off my bed and rush around my room to get everything I need.

My clothing choice for tonight is a black half-shirt, a pair of matching shorts, and black socks. I take my converse from my closet and go into the bathroom. I wet my hair, dry it off, and then put in a bit of product.

I change into my clothes just as a knock sounds from the living room. Once I open the door, Adam stands there in a white washed denim shirt and black skinny jeans, torn at the knee. He left a few of the buttons unbuttoned on the shirt and his hair is styled carelessly but cute.

“Wow Bo, I think that’s the most skin I’ve seen from you.” Adam smiles annoyingly and walks in. He plops down on the couch and turns on the television.

“Shut up, I’ll be finished in a few minutes,” I say, walking back into the bathroom. The blow dryer lays on my counter and I start to dry the sections of my hair that are still wet. Once all of its dry, I braid the hair on the side of my head and then bobby pin it at the end.

I leave the bathroom with my shoes and slip them on.

“I’m going to give you one more chance with my car Bo, I swear if it hits anything else because of you, you will be murdered.”

I roll my eyes and stand up from the couch, “Okay, let’s go,” The both of us leave my apartment and approach the garages.

“I’m gonna back out first and then you can get in.” I nod and stand by with my phone in hand. He slowly reverses from the garage and once he’s all the way out, I approach his car and open the door, “These guys I go to school with are insane. So I’d be more comfortable if you stayed with me,” I raise an eyebrow but don’t argue, I don’t know any of the students at Creekside University besides Adam.

When we pull into the col de sac, there are already plenty of cars rounding the street. We pull off to the side and park behind a big black truck. Adam gets out and comes around to open the door for me, I step out and pull my shorts up.

The both of us walk up to the house, there are people on the stairs and a guy in front of a velvet rope.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumble crossing my arms. I did not come here for no reason.

“It’s fine,” Adam says as we come up to the guy.

“Name?” He asks, looking up from the clipboard.

“Adam Garcia.” The guy nods and detaches the rope from the other end, “See easy as pie,” He takes my hand and leads me inside the house.

“How’d you get on the list?” I ask as he grabs two drinks from a tray a blonde girl is holding.

“Are you questioning me, Bo?” He smiles and hands me one cup. I roll my eyes and take a sip. The flavors spread throughout my mouth and I gape at how good it is.

“I was but now I’m wondering what the hell this is,” I take a bigger drink and Adam leads me through the house.

“Well one, I have connections, and two, I think this is strawberry vodka and fruit punch.” He takes his own drink and downs it in seconds. The next song starts up and everyone begins dancing, “C’mon! Dance!”

“I’m not gonna dance, Adam!” I shout. Another girl comes by with a tray of cups, I take one from her and pour it into the cup I already have, “Maybe after a few more drinks,” I say, downing mine.

“Do you think they have a bar here? I have a knack for mixing pretty good drinks,” Adam asks, taking my hand again and pulling me outside where there are even more people. We walk down the stairs and I spot a tiki bar. I tap Adam’s shoulder and point to the thing he’s been looking for, his eyes light up in excitement and the both of us make our way to the bar. There are a few people sitting on the stools and I take the one closest to the edge.

“Hey man,” Adam says, patting the guy behind the bar’s shoulder, “I can take over from here,” The guy nods and walks away from him.

“Looks like someone was testing the products,” I say as Adam mixes a pink drink for me. When he’s done he slides it over to me, “So what is this?”

“It’s called, the Pink Panty Dropper,” I laugh and taste it, “Is it any good?” He asks, I nod enthusiastically and take another drink just to prove I like it. A few more gulps and I finish the drink.

“I challenge you to a drinking contest!” Adam yells excitedly and sets two shot glasses down, he fills them both with Fireball and we both lightly clink our full glasses before taking the shot. Four more shots later, I end up beating him or maybe he let me win? I’m not sure.

I feel someone’s finger poke me and I turn around to see who’s touching me, Sage stands there, drink in hand with a confused look on her face.

“Hey! What’re you doing here?” She asks, tucking her hair behind her hair.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I asked first Bo, you didn’t even come to school today.” Sage looks upset, her face is flushed and I can see the anger in her posture.

I shrug, “I woke up late this morning so I didn’t go to school.”

“Well, the reason why I’m here is because Mason and Madeline invited me,” I nod and Adam comes from around the bar.

“Hi, I’m Adam, Bo’s friend.” Sage looks at Adam and then at me.

“So you come to a party with a guy I’ve never heard of? What a friend you are,” She scoffs, crossing her arms.

“Hey, Sage! Who’re you-Oh! Bo, funny to see you here,” Madeline stands in front of Adam and I, her eyes run down Adam’s body and then she smiles, “And who’s this?”

“Adam,” I say defensively, taking his hand, “We’ll see you guys later,” I pull him away from the girls and we go back inside.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I’m sensing?” Adam teases, as we stop go into the garage.

“I wasn’t jealous, she’s brainwashing my friend.” I can feel the anger raging through me, “I need to hit something,” I choke, as my eyes land on a baseball bat in the corner. I walk over to it and take it from its spot. Before doing anything I throw the glass in my hand at the wall.

“Don’t hit anything expensive!” Adam shouts as I hit a mannequin’s head off. I start beating it down until all there’s left is the torso.

“Fuck!” I yell as my foot connects with the remains of the dummy.

“Hey! Hey! Give me that,” Adam takes the bat from my hands and tosses it to the floor, “I’ve never seen you like this before, what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, I just need a minute,” I breathe, trying to catch my breath.

“Look at me Bo,” He grabs my arms and forces me to look at him, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m okay! I said I just need a minute,” He rolls his eyes and lets me go.

“This is what I’m always talking about Bo! You’re so closed off, you tell me I know the most but I know nothing about you! You don’t tell anyone anything about yourself and you expect us not to worry. Why are you so complicated?”

“You know what? I’m going home,” I say, leaving the garage. I try to find my way to the front door but I get lost on the way.

“Bo? Is that you?” I look up and Lukas is walking towards me.

“Hey,” I say, sitting up against the wall.

“What’s wrong? You look pretty mad,” I shake my head and force a smile.

“I’m fine, I think I’ve had a lot to drink.”

“Do you need a ride home?” I shake my head and stand up straight.

“I can walk,” Lukas shakes his head and grabs my arm as I stumble. The alcohol is really starting to settle in.

“You obviously can’t walk home, just let me drive you,” I sigh in defeat and nod. We walk around with me until we find Adrian who’s flirting with a girl.

He lightly hits his shoulder to get his attention and when Adrian looks, he furrows his eyebrows.

“Is that Bo?” He asks, abandoning the girl he’s with to help Lukas with my almost limp body.

“Yeah, is it cool if we leave?” Adrian nods and the both of them help me walk until we get to the front door, “Here, I’ll carry her, just make sure the back seat is open,” The voices of the both of them are starting to blend together, I don’t know who’s talking anymore.

I feel vomit in my throat and I groan, “I’m- I’m gonna-” Before finishing I lean and throw up all over the pavement.

“Oh, that’s disgusting!”

Tears begin streaming down my face from my violent vomiting.

“Dude you made her cry!”

“I didn’t make her cry!” The other defends himself, I hear the car door open and I’m set in the backseat.

I roll onto my side and stare blankly at the surrounding darkness in the car, “David let me out, I don’t want to go back, please.”

“Who’s David?”

“I think someone drugged her dude,” I stop talking and I start feeling nauseous again.

“She’s gone,” The voice says, “How’re we going to get her home? I don’t know where she lives.”

“Here, I think she has a wallet or something,” I feel a hand on me and I weakly smack it away.

“Don’t touch me there David, he’ll catch us,” I grumble, crossing my arms.

He pulls something out of my pocket and I hear, “She lives on Cherry Blossom.”

“Where all those apartments are?”

“Apartment 242,” I mumble incoherently.

“Great, she’s useful for something at least. Now, if we can find it without getting lost then we’re set!”

“If your girl throws up in my backseat, you’re cleaning it up.”

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