ther day, and she said you got some billionaire contracts at the record label re

king a sip of his whiskey. "Nah, I'm not as

mentioned I hate her voice? "Record labels have been figh

ing tornado, and my stomach feels really nauseated. I belie

, but by the way Ryan, Chad, and Spencer dart their gaze at me with wo

okay, Hays?" Ry

g well?" Chad a

..fine. I just had too much to drink, and I feel a

on the soft grass beneath me, making m

so high-pitched and annoying right no

e in a serious tone. "

don't need help getting to

number of glasses you've drained in the last ten minutes, I

at myself. "Sorry, guys. If you'll excuse me...it was lovely to see y

ith her hand. Ryan looks at me with a gloomy expression, but I don't care. I didn't do anything to ru

ound my waist and forces me to stand still. But instead, I feel myself leaning more a

hol escalated so quickly that I didn't even realize I was this drunk unt

it less anxious and nauseated, even though I s

me a bit less," I warn Ch

d. "Geez, Hays, why did y

etort. "I am happy for him and w

lasses. Not th

nk more than that," I p

feel like shit to

e he opens the door to my room. I escape from his arms, walking inside and

off my heels or dress, and too tired to care about

sits down close to me, but I can't gather the courage to open my e

s," I say before he starts a conversation I know I'm not ready for

that. I feel bad because I love him, and we've always gotten along so well, but I can't allow myse

And I would never judge you. Why

be. Your friend seems happy, and so am I. Th

left. But I'm drunk, not deaf, and he certainly isn't so quiet

lly sorry that you have to go through this," he states carefully. I knew he was trying to m

eart ache, but what can I do? It's not like I wanted any of this to happen. In fact, if I coul

" I say, anger starting to get the best of me, my voice rising up an octave. "I know I looked pathetic back then, but that's just life

ys,

name comes up...not by my family, anyway," I carry on, sobbing and choking on my own words, failing to get a hold of myself. I knew

hate crying. Especially in front of others. Maybe I've been too stressed out and didn't realize my anxiety piling up with everything going on lately an

," he whispers

our fault,"

rt, sorrowful even. It makes me feel bad for him. I never blamed him or even thought he had picked a side. I'm not

e composed now. I wipe my wet cheeks and take a deep breath before continuing. "I'd never forgive myself if

and stares at me with a hooded gaze. "And don't think you're pathetic because you suffered, Hays. Spencer wasn't in a good spot eit

er dealt with that moment in our lives. I don't know why it sur

might have to rethink your methods. I don't want you turning into an alcoholic ever

come an alcoholic for drinking at my brother's wedding. And after to

n my bed, scratching his ne

feeling the nau

aying in town for a while," he replies, the

while as in a

't be ha

his head, an

good. He's movi