Okay, enough waiting. I slip back into the main room.
And there's Rory, sitting on Carter's lap, running her fingers through his greasy hair.
"Pipes, hey." She smiles at me. "Nothing else to eat here. We're going to order a pizza. Cheese okay?"
"Sure." I take another sip of my drink. My chest flushes this time. "Let's catch up in the kitchen. Or the backyard?"
"Yeah. I'll meet you there in a minute." She turns back to Carter. "Will you be okay without me, baby."
He shakes his head and pulls her into a sloppy kiss. Then his hands are on her ass and she's groaning against his mouth.
And his stoner friends are watching.
"Rory." I clear my throat. "Now.
"
She pulls back with a whine. "One minute. I promise."
Fine. One minute. I don't want to watch them make out. I find the sliding glass door to the backyard and sit on the deck.
It's cool outside. Make that cold. I pull my knees into my chest. I rub my shins with my hands. I down the rest of my drink in one gulp.
That helps.
But it also makes my head spin and my chest flush.
Rory still isn't here.
How long has it been now? Five minutes? Ten? Thirty?
I pull out my phone to check the time, but I have no idea when I got here. It doesn't help.
I shouldn't text Kit tipsy, but I need to talk to someone who actually gives a fuck about me.
Piper: Hey.
Kit: How's the party?
Piper: Could be better. How's whatever you're doing?
Kit: Good.
Piper: Are you going to tell me?
Kit: How could I maintain my reputation for being mysterious then?
Piper: Do something else mysterious?
Kit: I'll think about it. Go talk to Rory. I know you miss hanging out with her.
Piper: She's still making out with her boyfriend.
Kit: Then tell her to go fuck herself.
Piper: Pretty sure she'd rather go fuck him.
Kit: Tell them both to fuck off.