Higher (East Knights book 1)

Monty

Tuesday 9:13 pm

"Have you heard from him?" I ask nervously pacing back and forth across Arlin's bedroom. "If you don't fucking sit down, no I haven't heard from him. Why don't we just go." He replies. "Because we don't know where the fuck they are." I shout while trying to stay calm. Fucking hell. I don't know what Maggie's problem is all of a sudden but apparently, she can lie to me, go out with my best friend, and go party and expect me not to say anything.

Monty: Maggie answer the phone damnit

That's the 10th text I've sent since I saw her Instagram story earlier. Yeah, I get it, we have a late start tomorrow. But since when does late start correlate to, lying to your boyfriend and getting fucked up with his best friend. Did I miss something? I have to be missing something. Because there's no other reason for her to do this. There might be a late start tomorrow, but I know she has a fitting for some company she's working with. "Arlin, bro, nothing?" I question as I sit on his bed. I shake my leg on repeat hoping for him to say something, anything. His phone dings and I shoot up to look directly at him. "So," I exclaim. "What'd he say?" I add bringing my nail up to my mouth and biting it.

As soon as Arlin tells me they're at Matty's house I sprint out of his house and into my car. I'm honestly surprised I didn't get a ticket because I sped my ass to his house. I don't care if they're just having fun. Matty dated Maggie before I did, he actually was the one to introduce us, I don't trust him. He might be one of my closest friends but I just have never been able to trust him with girls in my life. He's trying to get with my sister right now. And the funny thing is is that she's going for it. She's a fucking freshman in high school and she's going for an almost freshman in college. What the actual fuck.

Tuesday 9:36 pm

I don't even bother knocking when I notice that the door is wide open. I just walk straight in surveying every room looking for my girlfriend, Matty, Ivy, Celia, hell even the random dude from the Instagram story Ivy posted. I don't think I could be more upset if I wanted too. I just don't understand why she lies to me. "Maggie," I shout over the music when I finally spot her draped over Matty. "Get the fuck up come on." I say reaching for her arm to pull her towards me. Instead of helping me help her up she tries to drag herself back down. "Maggie, I'm serious come on." I say sternly not taking no for an answer. But apparently, I do take no for an answer because as soon as the words fall out of her mouth I fall back instantly. "You're a fucking buzzkill Monty. So what you can get high whenever you want but the moment someone else does something fun you're the fucking police?" My face drops when I look at her. My eyes scan her body to see a tight, short, red dress. Which looks to not be covering much right now as she's laying on top of my best friend. In anyone else's world, this looks bad. Shit in my world this looks bad. But Maggie is known for this. I'm known for getting to high to throw a damn football. And my girlfriend is known for getting sloppy drunk and hooking up with whoever she's with. So I'm hoping the second part about her hooking up with anyone hasn't happened yet. "Margot, come on babe," I say once more as my eyes meet back up with hers. "Can you have something come out of your mouth that doesn't annoy the shit out of me." She replies as she sits up and turns her body to make me think she's getting up off the couch.

I follow her into the kitchen as she pours herself another shot. I should stop her. But instead, I decide to take the shot with her. The tequila goes down my throat rougher than I remember it being, and I can't help myself from coughing after I swallow it. "Can we go now?" I ask looking towards her as I pull the bottom of her dress down. Her head drops to what my hands are doing before she grabs another shot and downs it. "Show me what you got first." She challenges pouring herself the third shot since we've been in the kitchen. Fuck. This isn't going to end well. "Mag-" "You're so much better when you don't talk." She says cutting me off. I turn back towards her leaning on the counter watching her as she downs yet another shot. "Maggie. I'm serious." I say stopping her from pouring another. Instead, she puts the bottle up to her lips and takes a massive swig of the rough alcohol. As I grab the bottle off of her lips it spills all over her dress.

In this exact moment is when I knew I should have just talked to her tomorrow. "God, what the fuck is wrong with you?" She says trying to wipe the liquid off her dress with her hands. "First of all, you weren't invited here. Second of all, you're literally ruining everyone's buzz. And lastly, there's no need for you to be here because there's no one here that loves you let alone even likes you. So just go home, Monty. If I wanted to come over or talk, I would have done it by now."