Casey and Mac spiked the punch again.
When I realized Phil wasn’t showing up, that his pal Danny hadn’t bothered to deign us with his presence either, I felt f*****g ill. Sick, thinking about what that meant.
Where else they might be.
What else they might be doing.
Together.
Alone.
I started drinking early.
Chelsea was attached to my side and I danced with her all night, gave her my full attention, played my part—and she ate it up. The kisses were longer, lingering, and at one point she’d pulled me into a hallway to get away from our loud, obnoxious group to kiss some more. She’d called me handsome.
And she was beautiful.
She really was.
In her baby blue dress, matching her light eyes, making her hair pop.
The more I drank, the pret
