And All My Devotion Turns Violent

Chapter Six

Party is on Lagoon.  Hope you can make it xo

Right.  Only Callie Imran could make me go to a fucking frat party.

"Ugh, it's cold." I sighed, shivering as I pulled my jacket tighter around me - sure, I probably shouldn't have brought it with me because there was no way that I was gonna take it off and risk leaving it, but I don't know how Bethany manages to walk around without one.

She shrugged, giving me a half smile.

"It's Minnesota." That did not excuse this weather, it should never be this fucking cold... But it was really the only response, and it did make sense to give it to me right now, but complaining also just works for me.

"Right."

"Mild winter though." Nope.  That had to be a lie, what the fuck had I signed myself up for for the next four years of my fucking life?

"This is their mild?" I asked, shaking my head... This was not what I imagined going to school in, that was why I'd picked fucking San Diego... Also, because it was home, but still. "God, what have I gotten myself into?" I sighed, earning an amused look from Bethany.

"Jesus..." I glared over at her, shaking my head as we trekked our way towards the music.

Not all of us could be born in the buttfuck middle of nowhere.

Some of us had good hometowns.

"Shut the fuck up." I grumbled, the loud music being enough to tell me that we had arrived without even looking at the address.

"Okay, this should be it." She pulled the door open, smiling as she let me enter first. "After you." It was loud, busy... Probably unsafe.

Very college.

"Busy party." I mumbled, and Bethany chuckled, taking my jacket off of my shoulders to tie it around her waist.

"Don't know what else you expected." She said, and I nodded.  That was fair... Where the fuck was Callie.

"Good point." And then I saw her, laughing and grinding on some girl, the girl's hands everywhere they could reach on her body.

Oh, I'll kill you... I will actually kill you.

"Damn, Callie's getting into it with that girl." Bethany chuckled, and I felt prickling heat rise through my body as I clenched onto her hand... I knew this feeling now; it was the same one I'd had last time.

And if she didn't take her goddamn hands off of her, she wouldn't be walking away tonight.

"Mhm." I heard Bethany yelp as she cleared her throat, pulling me out of my own thoughts.

"Okay, don't break my hand over it, I'm not the one who's doing it.  Chill out, please." Bethany insisted, patting my hand with her own as I sighed, leaning against her shoulder... It wasn't that I wasn't chill...

Well, that was what it was, but it was also that I was actually imagining floating her goddamn body down the river.

"I'm totally chill." I said, my voice coming out stinted, pulling a chuckle from Bethany as she shook her head.

"When have you ever historically been chill even once in your life?" I went to answer, but she held up a hand to stop me. "I can answer my own question on that - the answer is never. Not even once. Not even for a millisecond." Wow.

Rude.

"What did I do to deserve that?" I asked, and she shrugged, grinning as she squeezed my hand quickly.