We Could Be Best Friends But I Want Your Best Friend (Down With Webster Fanfic)

Chapter 27

Hailey's POV

"Hey... it's me again. It's like midnight and I was just wondering where you are... I'm starting to get worried, so could you call me back? Thanks," I ended the call and slammed my phone down on the kitchen table, mentally frustrated. Camm said he was going out. Where? I don't know. He wouldn't say. That's my fourth voicemail.

Ever since the car crash with him and Jessica, he just hasn't been the same. He was depressed and kept putting himself down for what he did. Driving while high isn't exactly great, but it's not like he knew he would be driving. So technically, it's not all Camm's fault.

But either way, I'm worried he went and did something stupid.

Pat and Jess started talking again, so Camm's been getting all the info from him, and I'm sure that's not helping his depression. Although Jess is my best friend, she just needs to stay out of Camm's life right now. It's not good for either one of them. So if I find out they're together right now, somebody's gonna get it.

I grabbed my car keys, phone, jacket, and slipped on my flats as I made my way out of the lonely apartment. I climbed into my car and kicked it into gear. Before I even knew what I was doing, I pulled out of the parking lot and drove onto Main Street. To be honest, I'm not even sure where I'm going.

I dialed Jess' number and held it tightly to my ear.

She picked up almost instantly.

"H-hello?" She giggled.

"Hi. Jess, is that you?"

"I think so. Unless I'm Hannah Montana. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm Hannah Montana."

"Jessica, are you drunk?" I demanded, coldly.

"Thirteen and counting, betch."

"Oh my god, you've had thirteen drinks? Where are you? I'm coming to get you."

"Nooo! The party just started," she laughed, and suddenly there was a loud cheer, "and I just lit some booze," she paused again, giggling, "on fire."

My eyes widened in shock and I almost ran over a garbage can.

"Where are you?"

"Club on the corner of Pim... be there or be square, homie Williams!"

With one last crazed laugh, she hung up.

It sounds like Camm may be the least of my worries at this point. And where's Pat? Aren't him and Jess all buddy-buddy again? God, he needs to keep her under control.

I know things have been shitty for her and Camm so it makes it all the more important that Pat and I don't let them do anything stupid. But maybe he doesn't even care anymore. I wouldn't blame him, we've all been through a lot.

When I arrived at the club, the first thing I noticed was the two teenagers stumbling across the curb in front of me. Clearly underaged, I start to wonder how sketchy this place actually is. After finally tearing myself away from the car, I took a deep breath and walked straight into the packed club.

The first thing I noticed was the smell.

Alcohol - obviously - and the horrible, heavy cloud of smoke in the air. No, not cigarette smoke. Somebody had obviously dug out the weed. I'd know that smell anywhere. What can I say? Camm doesn't hide the fact that he does drugs.

There, in the corner, sat four or five guys with joints glowing in the dimly lit room.

"Woo!" A group of people yelled by the bar, pumping there fists in the air. What they were freaking out about, I couldn't see. All I know is that I need to get Jess and get out of here.

But I think I found her.

In the middle of the crowd was Jessica.

And Camm.

She was laying on the bar and he was taking shots off of her stomach.

Well that hurt.

Suddenly, Camm turned around and smiled. "Great! You're here! I really need you to see this."

Jess sat up and smiled stupidly at Camm and I. Then he pulled a box out of his pocket and got down on one knee. The sight made me want to cry or pass out or get hit with a pool stick. Anything to make me hit the floor and not see what was about to happen.

"Jessica Foster... w-will you marry me?"