“Shut up, Trish.” Chelle rolled her eyes. “We invited Quinn. She’s fun.”
“Hmmm.” Trish sat down, a small smile playing around her mouth as she gazed at me.
“What’re you doing here, anyway?” Alicia leaned back in her chair, rocking it on two legs. “I thought you had better plans. Or that’s what you told me.”
Trish’s mouth twisted. “Those plans fell through. Probably thanks to Quinn, actually. I was supposed to hang out with Matt tonight, and I planned to make it a very special night. If you know what I mean.” She glanced around the table, her eyebrows arched, and I was pretty sure we all knew what she meant. “But thenherlittle lapdog shows up, and Matt kicked me out. Said bros before hos and shit like that.”
Leo was at Matt’s? My heart sank. When he’d left me at home, I knew he was pissed, but I hadn’t thought he’d go running to his QB for comfort.Shit.
“Oh, Trish, calm down. You can fuck Lampert any other night of the week. Here.” Alicia pushed the popcorn bowl toward Trish. “Have some nourishment.”
“If I’m getting cheated out of a night of fun with Matt, I want more than popcorn.” She wriggled her fingers. “Break out the good stuff, A.”
Alicia giggled. “Okay, okay. Hold on.” She jumped up and went over to a large oak cabinet, opened the door and rooted around for a minute, emerging with a large bottle. “Voila.”
Trish unscrewed the lid and lifted the bottle. “Cheers, bitches.” She took a long swig, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and passed the bottle to me. “Here you go, Quinny Quin Quin. Bottoms up.”
I shook my head. “No, thanks.”
Trish tilted her head. “Oh, but I insist.” She leaned over, dropping her voice. “Did I mention that Leo was knocking back Jack pretty hard, even before I left?” She smirked. “I might’ve offered to let him take a shot off my tits.”
My stomach dropped. “He wouldn’t touch you, Trish. So you can just shut the hell up.”
She shrugged. “Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. But I can tell you that he was pretty mad at you. Matt was telling him that he doesn’t need a chick like you in his life. And I could be wrong, but it seemed like your boy was sitting up and paying attention.”
I swallowed hard. I didn’t trust anything Trish said. But this was sounding too close to what I’d feared might happen.
“Men are such scum.” Chelle tipped the bottle back over her mouth. “Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all.”
Sarah reached to take a drink next. “Fuck ‘em.” She glanced at me and then held out the bottle. “Quinn?”
It wasn’t peer pressure. It wasn’t wanting to fit in. Tonight, it was all about the forgetting, making the hurt go away.
I accepted the bottle and drank deep.
