How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 39: No tears

"Sammy, where the fuck were you?" Harry asks me as I make it to the top of the stairs.

"Uhm. Downstairs. Searching for you." I lie.

He rolls his eyes. "We agreed to meet up outside. Austin came here and he's like super worried about you."

I feel a smile on my face. Austin. My one and only.

"He's here? Where is he?" I ask him instantly.

"Bar."

I quickly stumble over there and hurry around the bar until I spot him. I feel so energetic, I hope he wants to go dance.

Austin is wearing his grey dress shirt from work again. He looks so fucking hot.

"Hey." I say as I approach Austin, Carla and Noah.

"There you are." Austin says, sounding relieved.

I quickly wrap my arms around his body, pulling him into a tight hug, just feeling him with my body, knowing that he's here and I now need to worry less.

"Fuck, I missed you so, so much." I whisper.

But I just wanna move. I feel my foot bouncing up and down while we hug. Dancing would be great right now.

He pushes me slightly away. "Sammy, what did you take?" He asks me.

Am I that obvious? I wonder how I managed to keep my drug consumption hidden from my parents.

Or is it the coke? Is it more obvious than other stuff maybe? That must be it. But it's gone from my system if it was ever even there. I'm pretty sure I just felt a placebo and the tiny line I did didn't even take effect.

I try to hold back the laughter that erupts from me. He asked me what I took. What didn't I take would be the easier question.

"Let's see. I smoked some weed and drank a couple of shots." I explain.

"And?" He asks me.

"And I've been waiting all night for you, my friend." I say, pointing to his chest.

"He snorted something." Noah says nonchalantly.

Austin turns to him, wearing an angry expression. "And why do you know that? Did you give it to him?" He asks him.

Noah wears a smug smirk. "I just heard him when I was on the toilet next to him." He explains, holding up his arms in defense.

Austin looks back to me, searching for my eyes. He grabs my arm and then I'm being pulled aside.

Now normally I don't mind having someone drag me around. But this time it definitely feels off.

It feels exactly like it did when Noah pulled me aside. He even drags me in the same direction.

"Fuck, let go." I shout and try to get out of his grip. I struggle to suck in a decent breath as I feel the same kind of panic I felt a week ago.

Austin holds my arm and keeps walking, dragging me with him until we're in that same dark corner of the room.

He releases my hand and stares at me, like he's waiting for an explanation.

For a moment I think I saw Noah's face instead of his.

"Talk. What's up with you?" He asks me. I can't tell if he's angry or concerned. I don't know.

"I- uhm- I took molly?" I admit.

"Why? Who did you get that from? Noah?" He asks me instantly. This time I'm sure that he's angry. His face is so close to mine, but he looks so angry.

"To get my mind off things. No, I got it from someone else." I say.