Pedestal

Chapter 27

27 - Intoxicated

Anya's POV

A call woke me up at 11 o'clock at night.

It was from Nola and I immediately answered, "Hello?"

There was no answer, but I could hear the conversation going on.

"She was throwin' them back like them shits was water! So, I thought she was good! Why I gotta be blamed for everything." I heard Deebo say.

"Shut the fuck up. You always make everything about you." Someone said and their voice got closer as they said, "Hello?"

It was a female's voice but it wasn't feminine.

"Yeah? Hello?" I respond.

"Oh, hey. My bad. I'm Nola's friend. You were the only number in her call log, so I called hoping you could help get her home." She said.

"Why? Something wrong with her?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's out of it. I think she's drunk, she drank a lot." The female responded.

"We couldn't tell until she got quiet. She's literally the opposite of a regular drunk person!" I could hear a girl giggle in the background.

"We need help getting her home. She's strict about her privacy, so... none of us know her address. Do you?" She asked.

"Yeah, I can take her home. Just tell me where she at and I'll pick her up." I said.

"Really? Thank God!" The female cheered.

"Hol'up. Who the fuck is that? You jus' gone hand her to a stranger?!" Deebo shouts.

"Oh, yeah. Who're you? I just wanna make sure Nola's safe." She said.

"My name Anya. I got a class with her." I said.

"F'real? How do you know her address and we don't?" She laughed and I groaned inwardly.

Does that really matter?

"We did a group project together once. Send me her location if that's easier." I said.

"Oh, okay! I'ma send it right now."

I hung up once it sent and booked a Lyft to pick her up and bring her here.

I couldn't send her home, because how would she get in? She must be really drunk if someone actually got her phone, knowing how she is.

My phone vibrated to let me know that the Lyft was arriving and I went outside.

A car pulled up and I opened the backseat, revealing a semi-conscious Nola.

Oh, shit. She really is drunk.

Her eyes were closed but I knew she wasn't asleep because she could move herself.

"Thanks for bringing her safely," I thanked the driver as they waited on me to help her out.

"I'm just glad she didn't throw up." The driver laughed, and I closed the door.