𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 || 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝗺.

ten.

ten.

As the night proceeded, so did my drinking. By the time we finished the first two Sleepaway Camp movies, it was close to midnight. Randy had drank himself to sleep while Billy, Stu, Tatum, and I talked.

Out of the four of us, Tatum and I had drank the most, Stu was tied for second, and Billy was the closet to sober. He was so good at handling his liquor that had I not seen him drink, I would've assumed that he was still sober.

"Aw, Come on, Billy, Y'know you love me!" Stu pouted as he tried to lean against Billy.

Billy pulled away, bumping into me in the process. "Back off, dude." His back pressed against my chest in the slightest bit of contact, allowing me to get a whiff of whatever cologne he was wearing.

Stu let out a fake cry as he threw himself onto Tatum. "At least you love me, Tate. Billy's so mean."

"There, there..." Tatum consoled him with the most awkward expression on her face. When it came to Stu and alcohol, Tatum just let him go to town.

A small laugh escaped my lips as I leaned back. "Billy, why do you let him act like you guys are a married couple?

"I don't, he does that on his own..." He smacked Stu's hand away.

Tatum continued to hug Stu. "You can't leave me for Billy, babe, that would totally crush me."

Stu rolled his eyes before pulling Tatum into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to attack her with little kisses trailing from her face to her neck.

"Hey, chill!" She giggled.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back over the arm of the couch. I stared at the window and began to space out, thinking about whatever came to mind.

With everything going on in the town, it was easy to drift zone out and think about any and everything. There was just so much going on here that my mind found itself wandering to thousands of things.

"You okay?" Billy asked.

I sat up, confused as I saw no one else here with Billy and I. Randy was out cold and Tatum and Stu left us. "Where's..." I paused, my head beginning to spin.

"They went upstairs. It's just us."

My stomach began to twist and I reached for my beer. As the night progressed, i had developed the instinct to drink whenever Billy made me nervous. This constant drinking is what number my tongue to the nasty beer.

"I think you've had enough. That's number what?" Billy grabbed the bottle and held it in the air, not giving me the chance to take a sip.

"Seven... four..." I leaned my head against the cushion and groaned. "I only did because I didn't want to be nervous around you."

"I make you nervous?" Billy crossed his arms and leaned back, amused by my babble.

I nodded, feeling a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears formed. "I really wanted to go out with you, Billy. Why'd you have to lie to me? We could've been a great couple!"

"You think so?" He chuckled.

I had drank so much that I was becoming an emotional, blubbering wreck. "No one ever likes me enough to date, they just wanna get laid! I know I'm pretty but I want to be pretty enough to have a boyfriend!"

Tears began to pour from my eyes as I finally let out what I had been suppressing for so long. I had wanted a boyfriend for awhile and I was still hurt by Billy lying to me when we first met. A part of me wondered how things would have gone if he was single or what he was like as a boyfriend and I hated it.