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.“I took them over to Jenny, literally dragging Amy because she could barely walk.They only had a few, but they were seeing pink elephants.”“How did I miss that?” As soon as I say it, I realize how.Because I had my mouth fused to Amanda all night.“What did they do—Jenny and Alec?” I ask, detouring from my previous question.“They made them eat and kept an eye on them.The twins were fine after they got some food in them.Although they thought they were the best dancers ever, typical drunken behavior.“Dad told me to get rid of the rest of the Jell-O shots.So I did.Sadie and I took Archer and Amy’s place under the table and finished them off.It made me feel better at the time, but the next day sucked.I’ve learned how to prevent hangovers since, thank goodness.”Guy almost died in a drunk driving accident when he was in high school.It was a close call, and she swore she would never drink.To know all that conviction was lost because of something I did makes me feel like shit all over again.“I truly am sorry,” I say.She puts her hand up, silencing me.“I’ve already forgiven you.That means you can’t keep apologizing.”I smile weakly.“Okay.”15MistyDay Three“Why do you need to know?” Kellin asks after Sadie insists on hearing about each past girlfriend that earned him the title of Jimmy Neutron—the boy (not-so) genius.“I don’t need to know,” she clarifies, her speech slightly slurred.“I just want to.You were the one who said we’re supposed to talk.So talk.”After another full day of hiking, we came back to camp and started drinking right away, hoping to numb our aching muscles.Sadie may have had a few more than me.Or anyone else for that matter.I’m hoping the alcohol also helps keep me warm tonight.Sadie made good on her promise, refusing to share her sleeping bag with me.I’ve been curling up beside her once she falls asleep, but I still spend most of the night shivering.I’m exhausted from my growing lack of sleep.Of course, if she gets wasted enough tonight, she might just let me share with her.She’s always so much sweeter when she’s had a few drinks.“You want the list?” Kellin clarifies, stirring me from my thoughts.He rubs the back of his neck, the gesture making it clear he’s uncomfortable discussing the subject, which is probably why Sadie pushes it.Though this trip began a little shaky, it’s definitely getting better now.Easier, I guess.“There’s a list?” She nods enthusiastically.“Hells yeah, I want the list.”“All of them? Ever?”Sadie cocks her head to the side, contemplating.Roh discreetly holds up ten fingers, wiggling them for extra emphasis.“Just ten?” she says, but it sounds more like a question.Roh bites his lip ring and shakes his head, flashing the ten fingers again.“Oh, your top ten? No.Worst ten?”Kellin’s brows shoot up.He twists around in his seat, trying to figure out what Roh is doing to cause Sadie’s indecisiveness, just in time to catch him throwing up jazz hands and spirit fingers all at once.Roh drops his arms, his palms slapping his legs loudly.“Start in tenth grade,” he sighs dramatically.And then he flashes an evil smile Kel’s way.“When you lost your virginity.”Kellin sloshes his hand through the cooler, the few remaining beer bottles now floating in the melted ice.“Then I need another drink first.And if I’m sharing my first-time story, then we all are.”“Ninth grade, in my basement, with Harley Harrison,” Sadie ticks off without a second thought.You have to love the candidness of an inebriated woman.“That doesn’t count,” Roh says flatly.“Oh, it counted,” she says, “trust me.I was sore for a week.”“No.” He chuckles.“You can’t just present it like a game of Clue.That’s not fun.We need details.”Sadie bites her lip drawing Roh’s attention directly to her mouth.This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed this.It’s not the second or the third, either.For a guy who’s supposed to be gay, he seems to really appreciate Sadie’s mouth.And chest.And ass.There are actually very few parts of her body he hasn’t openly admired since she joined us on this trip.“Okay,” she agrees.Roh sits up, crossing his legs underneath him and tucking his fists beneath his chin.Despite his large size, he looks like a little kid at circle-time, anticipating a good story.“Harley was a junior, I was a freshman,” Sadie begins.“We were going out for two months when he started using the blue-ball-plea—”Roh holds up his hand, halting the story.“Define ‘blue-ball-plea.”’“When a guy claims he’s going to lose his dick and balls because he hasn’t gotten off in so long.” She follows this up with a wink.Roh grins back at her.“That’s what I thought.I’ve used that a few times.Carry on.”Sadie and Roh together and drunk are the best form of entertainment.My own personal comic relief.“Harley started claiming he’d never father children,” she goes on.“So I finally agreed to have sex with him.My parents were home, so we went to the basement—”“I’m sorry,” Roh interrupts.He holds up his hand apologetically.“Are we talking like a creepy, musty basement full of spiders and cobwebs, or was it a nice, warm, finished basement?”“Finished.It was the rec room.” She pauses, anticipating another question from Roh.“Define rec room.Like as in leather sofa and big screen TV or game room?”Sadie presses her lips together, her fingers working on peeling the label from her bottle.“I’m just trying to get a clear image,” Roh adds.“Game room.We did it on the pool table.It hurt.And after, Harley and I played a game of air hockey.I won, but he never lost the big, ridiculous smile on his face.It took me a couple more times before I was able to enjoy it and smile like that.”“You didn’t get off?” Roh asks, his earlier excitement gone.“That’s a terrible story.”Sadie shrugs.“Most girls don’t their first time.”“Did you?” Roh asks, shifting his attention to me.Well this is bullshit.I thought we were supposed to hear about Kellin’s exes.How did I get pulled into this?Roh grins, eating up my uncomfortable silence.He rubs his hands together and turns to face me straight on.“This is going to be good, I can tell.Spill it.”“I didn’t get off my first time.”“And…?”“His name was Ryan James.We met at orientation freshman year of college.”“Two first names?” Roh scoffs.“He’s a douchebag.”I try not to smile and fail.Ryan kind of is a douchebag, but it’s crazy Roh can so easily pick up on that.“You’re basing that on his name?”“Yes,” he replies evenly.“Was he?” Kellin asks.My gaze flicks his way.His green eyes skim over my features attentively, waiting for my response.There’s an intensity in his stare that makes my stomach clench.I lean against the tree, running my fingers over the soft needles overhead.The bark is rough against my back, poking me through my thin shirt.I focus on all these sensations, trying to stifle the stir of emotion Kellin’s careful attention is creating.“He wasn’t that bad,” I offer.“We just had different interests.”“By different interests you mean…?” Roh prompts.He lifts his beer to his lips, smiling around the rim.“He was into clubbing and expensive cars.I wasn’t.But he was funny.And he had his sweet moments.”“Douchebag,” Roh says, coughing into his hand [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]