After all, Iamcelebrating.
“Say it louder, Quinnnnnn. Enough aboutBeck.”
Quinn and I turn abruptly toward the instigator himself. His pale-green eyes are glassy, and half of his drink sloshes over the rim of his cup, landing on the floor between us.
My shoulders drop. “Beck, you’re wasted.”
He scoffs. “You’re the one who just downed three shots.”
I narrow my gaze. “Are you spying on me?”
Beck’s lazy gaze shifts to Quinn.
She crosses her arms. “He’s probably spying on me. Did you already threaten all the men in here not to touch me with a six-foot pole? Making up some excuse that I have herpes or something?”
Beck’s lip twists before he puts the cup of liquor up to his mouth.
“I hate you,” she mutters before ramming her shoulder into his on her way past.
He stumbles and follows it with a chuckle, longingly watching her go.
I step closer to him and snap my fingers in his face.
He turns back toward me. “I’m not spying on you. I was here first.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” I laugh sarcastically. “How much have you had to drink?”
He hums. “None of your business.” Then he bops me on the nose and grabs a random girl to dance with.
Ugh.
I weave in and out of the crowd and head for a quiet corner. I pull my phone out of my pocket and start a new group chat with my other brothers, sans Beck.
Me
911
As soon as I fire off the message, I change the group chat name to clue them in.
Sober Siblings Only
Van
No.
I quickly text back with my location, and ayes.
Noah leaves the group.
No sooner does a huff leave me than Noah texts me separately.
Noah
I’m not sober, so I can’t be in that group.
Me
I switch back to the group text and see that the name was changed.
