CHAPTER EIGHT
Rachel walked into Trista’s house with a smile on her face but inside she was dreading what was about to happen. She knew this night was going to be uncomfortable for her, but she had to make the best of it.
“Hi Rachel, nice to meet you!” Trista said, greeting her with a hug.
Trista was holding a red plastic cup and she reeked of booze. She reached into the bag that was over her shoulder and grabbed a beer and passed it to Rachel.
“Here!” Trista said.
Rachel didn’t know what to do. She thought that was a bit abrupt of her to just hand her a beer the second they met.
“Um, no thanks,” Rachel said.
“You’re a goody, goody,” Kelly said. “First you didn’t want to get in on my joint, and now the beer. Who are you?”
“I’m just not feeling like it right now. Relax,” Rachel said
