BOUND 2 (GxG)

Trust Me, Sloany

Prom was... not that great honestly. 

Or maybe it was as great as it could be. 

I felt completely disappointed that Karter didn't come, and in all honesty, it ruined the entire night for me. 

Cher and Davis tried to cheer me up as much as possible, but the fact was—without Karter being here, it wasn't the same. 

I thought I'd be dancing with her, but instead, I was dancing in a small circle with Cher and Davis before inevitably going to sit down at one of the tables by the buffet. 

The arcade games and photo booth seemed to be much better than dancing, but it still just didn't feel right. My stomach felt completely hollow and I felt like I could cry at any moment. 

Drinking from Davis's flask definitely wasn't helping, but it seemed to take the edge off and allow time to pass by at a quicker rate. 

Then again, drinking only made my thoughts of Karter grow—wanting her more than ever. 

Once I hit the tipsy stage, I knew it was best to stop or I'd only make it worse for myself. 

"California girls, we're unforgettable, daisy dukes—bikinis on top!" Cher sang along as we all rode in the back of the chauffeured SUV with the windows down. 

For the first time tonight, I felt myself smiling, I know the driver was tired of us. 

"Oh-oh, we need to make a stop!" Davis yelled out over the music. 

Cher used the control panel in the back to turn the music down, "Where at?" 

I couldn't help but laugh when Davis shrugged and said, "I don't know, a gas station?" 

Cher rolled her eyes, "I guess that's specific enough," she said before asking the driver to stop at the nearest gas station, which seemed to be on the next street corner. 

Davis hopped out of the SUV, stumbling slightly due to how much alcohol he already had—it wasn't even just his flask, he also took sips from the other football player's flasks. 

While I would've loved to get completely and utterly drunk, I knew it would only make the hollowness in my stomach worse and my thoughts of Karter completely unbearable. 

But then again, it was also prom night and the urge to drink was easily growing on me. Apart of my brain was trying to convince me that maybe it would help the thoughts of her go away. 

Cher nudged me, easily pulling me out of my thoughts, "Here, I think for your sake you might need this," she said, holding the shiny black dab pen out for me. 

I glanced down at the pen questionably, "No way, Cheryl Reyes smokes weed?" I joked dramatically, which earned a playful smack to the shoulder from Cher. 

"You know I hate being called Cheryl" she deadpanned, which easily earned a laugh from me. "And clearly you need a little distraction—it's clear that Karter's absence is taking a toll on you." 

I narrowed my eyes, "It is not," I said defensively, even if we both knew I was lying. 

"Mhm sure... just take a hit," Cher said, holding the dab pen out further for me to take. 

I tilted my head in question, maybe I should take a hit. It would probably work better than just drinking. 

Then again, I had never actually smoked before. 

My thoughts were cut off abruptly when Davis entered the SUV again with bags of what looked to be cool ranch Doritos and a bottle of vodka. 

Did he smoke too?