“Get lost, Emily. I’m done supplying you. Get your boyfriend to throw you a few pills. We both know he’s good for it.”
With those parting words, he disappears into the crowd, leaving me standing there with my mouth open.
* * *
I stagger towardthe taxi pulling up to the curb. “Cypress U campus, please.” I scramble into the back seat, pulling the door shut behind me. The car glides out onto the road.
Fuck.What the hell am I going to do now?I kick off my heels, swinging my legs up onto the seat and stretching them out. The driver eyes me through the mirror, but he can fuck off if he thinks I’m taking them down. My veins are buzzing, and my body is jittery, and I tap out a rhythm with a foot against the seat. I’m not done partying, but I have a free house so I can blare the music and dance around the living room to my heart’s content.
Except I’m going to come down from the high soon, and I need to find a solution.
I grapple with my fuzzy mind until an idea comes to me. Adam is at an away game, but I bet he has some pills stashed at his dorm. Sam will be there, and he’ll let me in.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m pounding my fists against their door, but Sam either sleeps like the dead or he isn’t inside.
“You shouldn’t be here.” I spin around, glaring at the guy with the glasses across the hall. “Leave or I’ll report you to the RA.”
I flip him the bird as I leave, holding my shoes and walking in my bare feet.
Desperation jumps up and bites me as I make the journey across campus to my house. Sweat clings to my brow, and strands of hair plaster to the sticky skin. I barely feel the asphalt under my feet as I walk, my heart thump-thumping behind my rib cage as panic sets in.
They say desperation makes people do stupid things, and my next action proves that.
I slump to the ground in the hallway the second I step foot in my house, slamming the door shut with the palm of my hand. Rummaging in my purse, I extract my cell, not stopping to second-guess myself, punching in Adam’s number.
He’ll answer.
I’m sure of it.
Because I’ve been ignoring his calls and texts.
“Emily?” His breathless voice filters down the line. “Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick—”
“I need some pills,” I admit, cutting across him. “I went to your place, but Sam isn’t there. Can you call the RA and get permission for me to gain access to your room?”
Dead silence greets me.
“Adam! Did you hear me? I need Molly, and I need her now.”
“You’re high.”
“Well, duh.” I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me.
“You promised,” he says in a clipped tone, disappointment underscoring his words.
“So did you,” I snap. “And you’re still dealing, so quit with the martyr routine.”
Silence descends again.
“What happened?” he asks.
“Nothing. I just needed to let loose.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Emily.” He’s tempering his rage.
“I didn’t call you to be interrogated! Just tell me where you keep your supply.”
He lets out a disgusted laugh. “Absolutely not. Are you crazy?”
