Danny and Ellie.
Kissing.
Kissing passionately by the column next to the door. Ellie’s hands were wrapped around his neck, and he had his hands under her shirt.
I felt like I was drowning. So I turned back, grabbed a bottle, and walked upstairs. I was desperate to get away from those people. I couldn’t handle feeling their eyes on me, being reminded over and over how they had all betrayed me or ignored me. Once upstairs, the memories overwhelmed me. I saw the door to Lucy’sroom, and I wanted to break down and cry. I went to Taylor’s door, directly across from Thiago’s, and knocked. I opened the door; the room was empty but just then the door across the hall flew open.
“Hey, nobody can fucking be up here!” Thiago shouted in exasperation, but when he saw it was just me his anger faded. Had he been sleeping? How could he with all that racket downstairs?
I noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his Adidas track pants hung low on his hips, revealing his sculpted abs and obliques.God, he’s ripped, I thought, tearing my eyes away. When I looked up, I saw the surprised look in his green eyes. “If you’re looking for my brother,” he said, “he’s out in the yard acting like a jerkoff.”
I hadn’t even considered going outside in the freezing cold. “I just wanted to be alone for a minute,” I said.
“You OK?”
“Yeah, great,” I replied, stumbling. That punch was really strong.
“Great and drunk, I see. How much have you had?”
“Dunno.”
“Why’d you leave the party?”
“No one wants me there. I’m an outcast now.”
“Kamila, you’re anything but.”
“How come you don’t call me Kam anymore?”
“I do sometimes.”
“You used to do it always.”
“Back then you didn’t piss me off the way you do now,” he said.
“Why would you be pissed at me now?”
“Have you seen yourself?”
“Every day in the mirror, why?”
“You’re wasted.”
I stepped toward him and tripped over my own feet; he reached out to catch me.
“I just had a couple glasses of punch,” I said.
“One glass of that poison is enough for a whole night.”
As he pulled me up, I felt my stomach churning, and I brought my hand to my mouth to keep myself from vomiting.
“Kamila, for fuck’s sake,” he said, pulling me directly into his bathroom. I managed to fall on my knees and lift the toilet lid just before I started vomiting. It was like the girl inThe Exorcist.
“I’m going to kill Taylor,” Thiago muttered, holding my hair back until I’d gotten the last drop of alcohol out of my body.
