Don't let go

Chapter 15

Kylie's POV

I had to apologize to Cameron. I was devastated about what I had said, and how he reacted. I wasn't thinking. I texted him to come over.

"Cameron, can you come over to my room?" I pressed send and waited for a response.

I didn't get a response for 15 minutes, so I walked to his room. It was chaotic. People were arguing and fighting and somebody was crying. I walked into the bedroom. The medics were in there and Taylor was laying down.

"Oh my God! What happened?!" I asked the boys.

"Shots." Gilinsky said.

"Is he gonna be okay?" I asked the medics.

Taylor's eyes opened.

"Kylie?" Taylor asked.

"Yes, babe."

I walked over to him and kissed his soft lips. Then, I pulled back. His breath had a crazy strong scent of alcohol.

"How old are you?" The doctor asked.

"Um..." Taylor knew what was coming. I grabbed his hand. "Eighteen." He muttered, staring at the floor.

"Look, at this point I have two options: take a fine of $11,000, or turn you in. Money's due tonight by midnight. Can't pay it... well, you know what'll happen." The doctor said.

"How the fu-"

"Cuss and I'll higher the fine." The doctor snapped.

"Damn don't be so salty!" Cameron yelled.

"Okay. 12,000. Now, I have a surgery to perform."

"Good riddance." Jack Gilinsky said.

The doctor slammed the door and walked out.

"BABE! Are you okay?" I asked, pulling Taylor into a long hug.

"Yeah. Just tired and sick." He said.

"Do you remember anything?" Jack Johnson asked.

"No. Nothing after Chipotle." Taylor said.

Taylor ran to the bathroom and started throwing up.

"Who stared the party?" Bart asked.

Silence took over the room. Every time someone tried to say something, it was as if they choked on their own words.

"I have two suspects." Bart said. "Cameron or Nash?" He asked.

"Why the hell do you always blame me? I'm not taking this from you!" Nash yelled at Bart.

"Calm down." Bart replied to Nash.

"How did the party start?" Bart asked again.

"We were bored. Had some stuff, knew some people, felt like getting wasted." Gilinsky said.

"Your all underage. You all coulda gotten arrested!" Bart yelled.

"One hour. Get Taylor in better shape." Nick said, walking out with Bart.

"What about money?" Taylor asked.

"We'll sort it out later. Get ready." Nick replied, slamming the door.