“What the fuck are you doing here? This house is for frat only.”
“I’m a friend of the frat.”
“Is that what you tell Uncle Scott? That you’re a friend of the frat?” I laugh at him. “I bet he loves that.”
“Freak,” Maverick warns. “Come on, man.”
“No, let the dumb drunk speak,” Aaron taunts.
“You’re the dummy!” I spit at him, sounding like I did when we were twelve-year-old boys fighting over PlayStation games. “You fucked up everything.”
“No, you did this to yourself. All I did was enlighten your dumb ass about what you did to her. All I ever do is clean up your messes.”
“What do you want from me?” I raise my fist up at Aaron. “Get out of here.”
“Calm down, Freak. We don’t want any problems in here.” Maverick gives fair notice. “You know we’re on probation.”
“Not that you deserve to know, but a friend of mine deejays at La Plata in Atlanta,” Aaron tells me.
“And?”
“And Willow was there the other night.”
That sobers me up real quick.
“My willow? Is she okay?”
“There was a small altercation at the club.”
I squeeze my eyes together in regret. This is torture. What is she doing? Why is she going to strange clubs without me to protect her?
“How small?”
“Some local guys had a beef. There were a few bottles thrown and the cops came and shut it down.”
“How did you know she was there? I mean, how did your friend know who she was?”
“It was obvious she was new to the club. That place is usually for locals. When bottles started flying around the place, he pulled her and her friend behind the bar to keep them safe. That’s when they told him their names and that they were from CGU.”
“I’m so glad she’s okay,” I say, relieved.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Wait, what?”
“I don’t know how, but she got a piece of glass stuck in her foot. She was in the ER but she’s back in the dorm now.”
“No, no, no!”
I slide all the liquor bottles off of the coffee table in a blind fury.
“I’m going over there!”
Aaron pushes me down and in my inebriated state, I stumble back on the sofa.
“Sleep it off first. If you go like this, you won’t do yourself any favors.”
“He’s right, man. She’ll be there tomorrow,” Maverick assures me.
