"Jealous of you sucking face with a stoner who can't hold a job?"
"Better than being a virgin." She says the word like it's toxic.
Carter laughs.
His friends too.
It's that same I'm stoned, everything is funny laugh, but still—
Fuck this.
"I hope you enjoy yourself." I spin on my heels and storm out the door.
It's cold outside. And I can still hear the rap music flowing from the party.
I storm all the way to my car, but I stop myself from reaching for my keys. I'm in no state to drive.
I shouldn't have come.
I should have called this months ago.
Rory and I haven't had anything in common forever. I'm just making it official.
Rory and Piper, no longer BFFs, no longer friends at all. Time of death: too late on a Thursday night.
I check the GPS on my phone for some place I can walk to. The closest coffee shop is two miles away. And it's closed. I can call one of my brothers to pick me up. But I can't stomach a lecture right now.
I don't think.
I call Kit.
He answers right away. "You talked to her?"
"Yeah."
"How'd it go?"
"Bad." I dig my fingers into my phone. "Don't be mad."
"I'm not making promises."
"I'm at a party... I'm not being a nice girl."
His voice gets serious. "What happened?"
"I had a few drinks. And I... it's no big deal, but I shouldn't drive. I, uh... I'm sorry. I'll call a cab."
"No. I'll come."
"Are you sure?"
"Send me the address."
"Kit—"
"Now."
I do.