(Malory)
The number of failed attempts we had in trying to play a drinking game properly is five.
Wait, is it five... or... or seven...
I don’t know I’m drunk as f**k right now. My face is hot –I feel like I have a fever.
Ron turns up the stereo in my living room and is blasting ‘All of the Lights’. He’s singing loudly, already having stripped off the navy blue duster Olivia got for him, and Olivia is singing along.
Olivia? My best friend, Olivia? Godly girl, Olivia Prescott? God, who knew she was like this? Or maybe that’s just it... maybe that’s just who she isn’t.
She’s stripped off her scarf, her jacket, her beanie. Her ombre hair’s all messy as she drags her fingers through it. Kyle’s collapsed onto the couch, still drinking a beer. I’m sitting in the corner –I k
