The guy shrugged and left without much of a fight.
Dammit, Landon.
“Ugh, you suck.” I groaned, glaring at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the guy under the covers peeking out.
“You’re way out of it,” Landon said. “Here, I’ll order you an Uber.”
I shook my head furiously. “No.”
“No? You’re one drink away from getting raped. Hell, you’re probably already there.”
“Landon!” a voice snapped from behind him.
He threw his arms up. “What? Look at him!”
“I’ll call Devon,” I mumbled, fumbling my phone out of my pocket and pulling up my messages.
“Who’s Devon? Your boyfriend?”
He’s not, but I nodded anyway. “Yessir.”
“Fine. Text him so you can leave, and I can get laid.”
“As if,” the voice behind him muttered.
I focused on my screen, fighting autocorrect as I typed.
Me:
Hey
Devon babyyy
Plwease pick me uop,
One drink away from passing out kidna sorry not really but pick me up
I make sure to drop my location, then shoved the phone into my pocket.
“I’ma wait outside.”
“You sure you’re good?” Landon asked, already walking me toward the door.
I nodded and gave him a thumbs-up. “Yessir.”
***
The cold air hit me as soon as I stepped outside. I put some distance between myself and the house, too many people are passed out on the lawn, the grass littered with cups.
I wrapped my arms around myself and waited.
I know Devon lived a bit far, but this is ridiculous. Did he even get my message?
I walked farther from the house, away from the pounding music, toward the quiet. Out here, there’s nothing but empty land and the glow of the house behind me.
I pulled my phone from my pocket to check if my message went through when I heard a car pulling up beside me.
I was still a little tipsy, but even I knew that wasn’t Devon’s vehicle. I veered toward the opposite corner of the lot, but the car followed.
