Drunk or Sober

Questionable Pink Liquid

///WESLEYS POV///

FRIDAY STILL

I navigated my way through the tight room of puffy dresses and elbows jabbing my sides.

It was dark.

And loud.

And also my first school dance, and to be honest, shit, these things are boring.

I came to the rightful conclusion that maybe school dances weren't for everyone, and by everyone, I kinda just mean me.

Everyone else was clustered together having a good time and... there I was...

Not dancing, not singing, not chatting my date up over some punch. (I didn't even have the slightest clue where the hell my date was for that matter either.)

I was just alone, like old times, I guess.

I had no clue where Lennox, Nate, or Ramona had disappeared to. I tried not to think about it.

Where was Harleigh?

I finally made it to the punch bowl and poured myself a cup. I gulped down the fruity mix when someone hustled into my arm, knocking my cup over.

"Oh, oh my god! I'm so sorry!" She seemed genuinely apologetic, and also oddly familiar. She reached for napkins nearby. "Did I get it on you? God, I'm so-"

"It's okay!" I laughed. "That punch doesn't look so hot anyway." I nearly had to shout in her face for her to even hear me.

"True." She walked closer to me and fixed my collar.

I froze for a moment.

Not because she was making me uncomfortable or anything, but because that fucking generic fucking pop song fucking blasted through the room like nails on a motherfucking chalkboard.

I swear I could practically feel my eardrums bursting.

"Hey, you okay?" I didn't realize she had moved in closer, now whispering in my ear.

I backed up. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Fine? I wasn't fine. Fuck, I was way past fine. Jesus Christ, what the hell even is 'fine' these days?

For one, I was stuck at this stupid dance listening to this stupid song while my head was spinning with the stupid thoughts of Ramona dancing in the street.

"We can get out of here if you want."

Yes, I wanted to get out of here, but that didn't mean I was desperate enough to go with her.

"Meet me back at the motel past Sterling in thirty. Room's under Misty."

I felt sweat trickle down my neck. "Misty? Your name's Misty?"

Misty nodded and moved even closer to me. "Or we can just go now." She kissed my cheek. I jumped back immediately, knocking over the entire table in the process.

Who knew plastic bowls of questionable pink liquid could fly?Misty gasped.

"I need to- uh- get out of here." I shouted, pointing to the exit before rushing out of the building. The cold air greeted me and I tried to catch my breathe.

I shut my eyes and blindly paced around outside, when my clumsiness got the better of me again and I bumped right into something.

A someone, actually.

"Fuck, I'm uh- so sorry!" My head was still spinning and my eyes were drawing blurs. The girl grabbed my arm and helped herself up.

"Wes, why are you out here?"

Ramona.

It was Ramona. Her voice was shaky and she seemed anxious, not because she had just fallen though (I hope).

"I... uh... " I pointed at the exit door. "Hate school dances. You?"

"Ryder called me. Harleigh's in the h-hospital." She stared into the distance, waiting for me to react.

I blinked hard. Hospital? Harleigh was in the hospital? That wasn't right. That didn't make sense at all. I had just talked to her like an hour ago. She was on her way here.

"She's where?" I repeated. "What the hell! Why? I just fucking talked to her an hour ago!"

She put her free hand over my shoulder. I couldn't tell what she grasped in the other. "It's okay, Wes. Ryder's going to pick me up. You can come-"

"My car." I started sprinting to my Jeep and Ramona chased behind me.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but you don't look okay!"

We got in the car and the first thing she did was place her cold palms on my forehead. She frowned, "You're hot."

"Thanks."

"No, I mean-"

I laughed. "I know, Ramona. I remember I made the mistake of taking it as a complement once, and you had to correct me. So embarrassing."

Her lips curved into a smile- my favorite smile. "You remember that? I thought you were so out of it that night. I was certain you wouldn't even remember my name."

"It was like the first conversation I ever had with you- of course I remember it."

"Oh yeah! The night Harleigh threw up on me." She sighed.

"I also remember you sleeping next to me on the floor." I winked.

"Hey, that never happened! Not when we first met, at least." She laughed.

"Must've been a dream then. A damn good one."

"That's sweet. But flattery will only get you so far, Campbell."

"How far?" She looked at my lips, I looked at hers. Silence.

"My best friend- your girlfriend- is laying in a hospital bed right now. This isn't-"

"I miss you a lot, Ramona. So much. I miss-"

"No you don't, Wes. You don't. Please don't tell me that. Don't you dare tell me that when you're screwing my best friend, Wesley Campbell." She looked away and put my key into the ignition.

"Ramona, hear me out."

She sighed, "I think I've heard enough."

///ramona is ultimate queen so much shade bless her//