“He was covered… in some girl’s… body glitter!” I sobbed.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Let’s circle back to that later, but—”
“Let’s not,” I sniffled.
“But first, what’s with these three guys groping you?!”
“Johnny’s exaggerating. Only one of them groped me.”
Shayla scowled. “Who were these guys? What were you doing with them?”
“Slippers,” I hiccuped, and we both looked down as I stuck a foot in the air, where one of my now-dirty, ratty, virtually destroyed slippers dangled. I took a big breath and let it out. “Me and Flynn… we had a huge drunk argument and I ran out in my stupid slippers and our special T-shirt, and I forgot my shoes and I didn’t even notice and then some guys pulled up in a Benz and we went drinking and then Johnny found me in your driveway.”
Shayla sucked a breath through her teeth. She didn’t like that little story, obviously. I couldn’t blame her. “Angie… you got in a car with three guys you don’t know?”
I sobbed again and took a breath. “They drove me home. Here, I mean. Eventually.”
“But they could’ve—”
“Been much worse. I know.” Lucky for me, they were obnoxiously confident that they might get something out of me, but they weren’t aggressive about it. Though I was having a little trouble getting them to fuck off when Johnny showed up. “Your brother kinda saved me.”
“Shit,” she muttered. “He’s a white knight once in his damn life, and now he’s never gonna let me hear the end of it.”
“Yeah… Sorry?” I sniffled again.
“Oh God, don’t apologize. Babe, I should’ve been here. I went to Courteney’s after we dropped you at home.”
“It’s okay.”
She eyed me carefully. “I can’t believe he tucked you into bed, though. Did he carry you up here or what?”
“Uh… What?”
“When I got home you were asleep on my bed. I tried to spoon you but when I woke up in the morning you were on the floor.”
“Oh. I must’ve been really out of it.” I frowned, trying to remember. I had a vague memory of trying to get up the stairs and bumping into the wall. And Johnny’s hands… Being pressed against his body. And holding on tight, clinging to him.Ugh.I shivered now, embarrassed. I just hoped I didn’t say anything stupid. “I think… maybe he did carry me up here…”
Also, the more I thought about it… I was pretty sure I blathered all over him. About Flynn?
I couldn’t remember. There were tears, for sure.
“Well. At least you ended up in my bed instead of his…” Shayla gave me side eye as she picked at the pillow, and I knew what she was thinking. It was pretty much Shayla’s idea of hell to have any of her friends, especially her best friends, mess around with her brother. Because she knew there was an approximately zero percent chance that situation would end with a happily-ever-after.
She did not want to have to deal with the messy fallout after one of her besties became just another notch on her brother’s rock star bed post.
Who could blame her?
“Nothing happened,” I insisted.
She narrowed her eyes a little. “How can you be sure? I know you, babe.”
I blinked at her. “What does that mean?”
“It means, how can you be sure you didn’t cop a feel when he carried you up here and put you to bed?”
“I didn’t!” My face flushed hot, instantly. Because it did sound like something I would do, if I was drunk enough. I mean, it was Johnny.
I didn’t like him. But I had been hormonally obsessed with him for a while.
