chapter 25
Nic
I’m losing her.
Beer bottles toppled from the hood of the Porsche as I reached out, searching for one that wasn’t empty. Stupid frat guys and their stupid parties. And where in the hell was Steve? It was his idea to come to the party. He drank all my beer. I know he did.
Through bleary eyes, I scanned the crowd for Steve and Kristie. Music boomed from the party at the frat house. Everywhere I looked there were cheerful faces, all laughing and having a good time. I didn’t want to be here. I shouldn’t have given in. I should’ve insisted Mandi let me stay with her and help her watch over Miguelito and Selina when she said she couldn’t make it because her father had picked up an extra shift at the factory and her mother was doing some office cleaning at night.
But with Kris
