Acacia Drakos is Holloway High's golden girl. She has good grades, head of the yearbook club and the ideal boyfriend. Her perfect life unravels once she catches her boyfriend cheating on her. Determined to get revenge, Acacia comes up with a plan th...
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30 minutes prior
"Okay, that's enough for you." I took the red cylinder cup away from Cam, having his arm around my shoulder to keep him from falling. The smell of stale beer was almost overpowering, a pungent reminder of just how much he'd had to drink. "How much did you drink?"
"Not much," Cam responded drowsily. His eyes were drooping down and beads of sweat were covering him. His shirt was sticking to his skin. "Hey, you should pass over the cup! I didn't have enough."
I turn my head, silently pleading to Elliot to help me with my eyes. Elliot simply raises his own cup to his lips and stared me down.
Asshole.
"Where's Libby at?" I ask, searching around the crowded area. We were out in the backyard, watching as two people were playing beer pong. The cheers were loud and the air was thick with the mix of cheap beer and spilled liquor. People were everywhere, some dancing, others huddled in groups or a selective of them stumbling to the pool. String lights were casted among the trees, casting a warm golden glow over the crowd.
Elliot was the only one who was unscathed from the splashing made from everyone around us, seeing as though he's the one who's farthest from the edge of the pool. "No clue,"
"Ooh, who's Libby?" Cam slurred. "Is that your girlfriend?" Cam looked around, squinting as if the lighting was bothering him.
"Holy shit," Elliot said. "Who let you drink that much? Libby is our friend, you know, since childhood."
"Did I hear my name?"
I turn around to find a brunette holding a shot glass and a bottle of tequila. She was wearing a sage green dress with floral prints on it, her lips pursed and cheeks rosy. She still managed to keep her balance as she walked over to us. "So what's this ab– oh," Libby momentarily paused as she studied Cam's state. "Cam's drunk."
"No shit, Libs." I shake my head. "Is there a room that's not occupied at your house right now?"
"I have no idea, but I would say the chances are pretty slim."
Of course they are. Libby is throwing one of the biggest parties for Holloway. The purpose of it was to celebrate entering our senior year, which meant it was seniors only. Yet again, more people crashed the party and came in uninvited. There was nothing Libby could do but accept them in since the house was packed to the rafters.
And too many people meant that everyone took advantage of the amount of rooms Libby's house has. There's no doubt in my mind that people are hooking up in there.
