Page 39 of Find Me in the Rain


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We end up in the kitchen. The counters are stocked full of bottles of every kind of liquor. Char grabs a cup and starts mixing something up for me. After she is happy with her concoction, she hands it to me, and by the smell, I don’t think she mixed the alcohol with anything.

I take a few drinks, and, oh dear God, it’s awful.Let’s just get this over with.I tip my head back and down the rest of the red Solo.

Char turns back around to me and gasps, reaching out for my drink. “Oh my God! Laura! Did you just drink this whole thing?” she shouts at me, her eyes wide.

He-he. I giggle in my mind. “Yeah, so?”

She studies me for a moment before responding, “So, you just drank, like, six shots of vodka, you fuckin’ lightweight. You’re about to be on your ass.”

I laugh in my mind again.

“Oh my God, she’s already there. She’s a drunk giggler. Can’t help herself.” She looks at Cam.

I look at her, shocked. “Wait, how could you hear that?”

She looks at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the world. “Because you’re laughing.”

“Yeah, but in my head.” This time, I laugh out loud.

“No, you dumbass, it was not in your head.” She bursts out laughing.

She takes back off to the living room, and I follow her, trying to keep my steps in a straight line.

When we round the corner, red floods my vision. Wow, this drink hit me fast. Across the room is Alec, and leaning against the table a foot away from him is this jaw-fucking-dropping beautiful blonde who is trying to pop her boobs out of the top of her shirt by how hard she’s pushing them out.

I shouldn’t be mad. He’s not mine. I’m not his. On top of that, he has his own life, and I have mine. Whatever we are playing at right now, walking down memory lane, it isn’t real. We aren’t together, we aren’t anything. We’re two people who showed up at a party together.

He’s the one who chose this life over us. He can go fuck himself for all I care—or the blonde for that matter.

I turn around and grab Cam’s drink, tipping it back, pouring the liquid courage down my throat. I toss the cup on the table next to us and grab his hand, dragging him to the bodies of people dancing in the room.

“Laura, as much as I want to dance with you right now, I’m not so sure it’s a good idea.” His eyes are darting behind me.

I walk backward, continuing to drag him with me.

“Come on, Cam. You don’t have to worry about Alec. I don’t want to dance with him right now, I want to dance withyou.” I bit my bottom lip.

I’m not a complete bitch using Cam to make Alec a little jealous. I know for a fact that I am going to enjoy dancing with Cam. And all it takes to convince him is for me to run my hands down his chest, hooking my fingers in his belt loops, and pulling our bodies flush together.

His smile is stretched ear to ear. “Wow”by Zara Larsson is blaring in the speakers, setting the rhythm of our hips.

He grabs my hip, squeezing tight. I spin in his grasp, grinding my ass against him. We continue to grind and dance. With the alcohol completely flooding my vision and mind right now, everything’s fuzzy, even my anger.

The song gets to the last chorus, and Cam shoves me hard. I turn around, confused as fuck. But Cam isn’t standing. He’s on the ground, and Alec’s on top of him, smashing his fist into Cam’s jaw.

I immediately reach out and grab Alec, trying to yank him off of Cam. “Alec,stop!” I shout at him over the music.

I grab Alec’s attention enough just for Cam to swing back and pop Alec’s jaw.

Having had enough of this dumbass macho brawl, I do probably the stupidest thing. I dive between them, but it works. They stop immediately, Alec mid-swing.

He turns to me, and pure fury is in his eyes. His chest is rising and falling rapidly.

I grab his arm. “Outside now.”

He hops up and storms off without a word. I get off the ground and follow after him.

Cam reaches out, grabbing my wrist. “Laura, wait.”