𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑

𝟐𝟑

july 25, 2019
johnny's pov

mackenzie's hair is soft.

like, really, really soft. she must use some fancy products on it or something, because it's silky to the touch as I pull back long strands of it away from her face as she bends over and heaves.

out of the corner of my eye, i see the other team start to cry out in annoyance, and the tall blonde wrinkles his nose in disgust. hayden comes up behind mackenzie and exchanges an exasperated look with me.

annie, recovering from her initial surprise, wipes the shocked expression from her face and schools her features into neutrality. she saunters over to us, glances mackenzie up and down, and sighs.

"find another game!" she calls out, and the other team begins to cry out in annoyance again.

she pays them no attention as she moves hayden and i aside, and crouches next to mackenzie, grabbing one of her arms and throwing it over her own scrawny shoulder.

"let's go." annie mutters in a no-nonsense voice, standing up and taking kenzie with her with a surprising amount of strength. i expect mackenzie to pull away and protest.

she doesn't.

she simply wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and staggers to her feet alongside the other brunette. hayden and i exchange another set of uneasy glances over their heads as the bundle of them stumbles to their feet and starts along the dirt path that leads back up to their cabin.

with nothing better to do, we shrug and follow them, and i mutter some apologetic bullshit to the other team as we go. my gaze wanders back to mackenzie as i wonder how much she drank.

so much for not being a lightweight.

annie voices my thoughts out loud as she keeps one of kenzie's arms locked around her shoulder.

"pink whitney." mackenzie mutters, pausing to spit in the dirt as we walk. "that shit goes down like lemonade. i have three or four bottles- i must've drank a little over four-maybe five shots worth." she admits.

annie says nothing, and neither do i, since i know pretty much nothing about alcohol, but hayden curses under his breath beside me.

"how much did you have for breakfast?" he continues on, looking over at her and assessing her size.

alcohol genius, apparently. i guess he's good for something.

"a few pieces of fruit, i don't know. like some pineapple and strawberries and mangoes and stuff."

i also recall her fruit assortment from this morning and understand hayden's concern- she ate next to nothing, save for a few pieces of fruit that are 90% water, along with five shots of vodka on a virtually empty stomach.

i want to be angry at mackenzie for being so reckless and stupid and wild- it's day one at camp, and she's already getting wasted before noon. hayden doesn't seem mad though, and surprisingly, neither does annie, with her cool indifference, and i don't want to be the one to call kenzie out.