(Brittney)
It had not been long since I followed Carl to the snack table but he had already downed three cups of punch
"Come on that's enough," I said grabbing the ladle. His expression told that if I didn't stop him he'd drink himself into a coma. I've seen it many times before
"You're still here? Shouldn't you be dancing with Nick?" He said coldly walking away
"It's not like that. We were just dancing Carl" I said before he stopped
"Look I'm not angry okay. How could I be, I mean look at us, I'm me and he's Nick Dean. I understand so I'm not mad but just don't treat me like I'm stupid. That was more than dancing" he said turning to walk away but I grabbed his hand
"Let me go, I'm going home," he said
"What about me?"
"Let Nick carry you"
"No, I came here with you not Nick and i
