Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Seven: Ain't No Crying in the Club

Song: Camilla Cabello's Crying in the Club

Ridge-

"Man, I just think you aren't being fair," Beau says, passing my third beer. 

"Beau, quit it, okay?"

Beau Collins is my best friend, he always had been, no doubt about it. Since that day when Paul Greene was giving him a wedgie in second grade and I walked up to the dick and punched him in the face. Zayne came later, in fifth grade, and all three of us have been inseparable since. Henry was with our new crowd in sophomore year. 

"Look, you're my best friend and I don't like you fucking up your life because of popularity, what reason do you have to hate North anyway,"

"She's a bitch," My voice is slurring slightly and I rub my forehead. We're in an abandoned gas station, taking turns spraying graffiti. Zayne isn't with us. Since Beau's had only one beer he raises his eyebrows, contradicting me. 

"You can pull that shit at school but we both know she isn't, I think she's actually really smart,"

"Are you sure you've only had one beer?" I say. He glares at me.

"She is, I think she's always right in math, I have Calc with her, she hasn't gotten anything wrong,"

"If you like her so much, screw her,"

"Oh yeah, you're definitely drunk,"

"No, I'm sober, and I'm serious, she'd screw anything with a dick, even if she's lesbian," I slur, feeling suddenly light. Who cares? I don't want her. Nope, I let her goooo.

"Okay, we're getting home,"

"No, don't feel bad because I'm her mate, she's all yours, you can even watch her strip,"

"Henry, get the car going, he's drunk off his ass and upset,"

"I'll even vacate the last boy's stall for the two of you, rumor has it that it's bigger than the others," at this point, I have no idea what I'm saying. 

"Ridge, don't be a dick,"

"I'm not, I'm offering my matchmaking services, as my best friend if anyone should screw her, it's you,"

"Okay, let's get him home, Henry, you ready?"

"Yep," The answer comes from inside the car and stumbling, I get into the passenger's seat,  my forehead. Soon I'm nodding off, head leaning against the cold passenger window. 

I wake up to blinding pain in my forehead and turn to Henry, who looks slightly panicked. "What the fuck?" I say when I realize it was my forehead that had crashed into the window harshly. 

"Fucking brakes won't work," Henry grits out, trying the handbrake with no progress.

"What's going on?" I demand, turning to Beau, whose face is completely white, looking behind us just as something hits the windshield glass window and it goes shattering at all three of us. 

"What the--"Henry starts but doesn't get to finish as I fall into oblivion. 

Hearing the crash and the grating of metal and glass before I lose consciousness completely.