Don't Let Me Fall(38)

“What is he talking about?” I asked Jon.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “Come on, you’re going home.” Victor appeared beside me and slipped an arm under Adam’s to hold him up.

“Wait,” I grabbed Jon’s arm and turned him around. “Did you drive here?” He nodded. “You’re drunk.” I glanced at Victor and his green eyes look glassy too. “You’re all

drunk.” Goddammit. I checked my phone. I get off in ten. I sighed because I know that I should be the good neighbor. “I’ll drive you home. Wait for me outside.”

I walked over to the bar and caught Peyton up to speed. Ten minutes isn’t that long so I was free to go. I grabbed my things and slipped out. I don’t need Logan getting all

territorial again.

I walked over to the guys just in time to see and hear Adam puking near a tree. I waited until he was done then walked over to them.

“Lightweight,” I said shaking my head. “We’re taking your car. I’m not getting my dad’s dirty with vomit.”

Victor handed me his keys and I stared at him harder than necessary. We don’t know each other like Jon and I do but Victor did go to high school with us and he sometimes hung out

with the group of people I did but aside from that, we’re complete strangers. And this is the * who broke Aimee apart. But she’s happy now. I can see it.

“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t talk to you because you’re friends with her,” he said. “And my ex hates you.”

“Ex?” I asked.

“Valerie,” he said as we walked over to the car. “She’s a pain in my ass so we just broke it off.”

Haha. You can say that again.

“You left Aimee for that,” I said.

His eyes locked on me and he frowned.

“Sometimes people do stupid shit, Rebeckah.”

“I don’t feel good,” Adam moaned.

I opened the door for him to get in the backseat. “Hold it in,” I said. “You’ll be home in twenty.” Hopefully.

Jon got in the back with Adam, and Victor sat upfront.

“Does she talk about me?” he asked staring at his lap while I drove. When I didn’t answer, he looked up and waited.

“Used to,” I said. “And it wasn’t anything good.”

I saw him nod and stare out of the window.

“So…” I said biting my lip. Should I ask? Aimee didn’t tell me. Maybe I shouldn’t. Oh, come on. They’re already broken up. “What did you do?”

“Cheated on her,” Jon said from the backseat. “With Valerie.”

“Wow,” I said shaking my head at him.

“Hey, I broke up with her soon after,” Victor said trying to justify his actions. “Then she started crying and asking why it was happening and I just told her. I feel like shit,

okay. I don’t know why I started dating Valerie.”

“Because she has a vagina,” I stated. The car got quiet because I’m right. Victor dumped his girlfriend, the girl that was named his soulmate, and he was lonely so he went to the

first piece of ass that would take him. The girl he f*cked that f*cked everything up.

“Why did you come back?” Victor asked glancing at me. “You never came back for more than a few days unless it was the summer and you lost touch with everyone.” He glanced in the

side mirror and I know it’s because he’s trying to look at Jon. Shit. Did Jon get all emotional when I left? f-uck…did he have feelings for me? We hung out a few times and did

make out at parties but we never really had sex. Sure, I blew him and he went down on me a few times but I always ended it before the condom came out.

I looked in the rearview mirror and Jon’s eyes found mine. “You could have chosen a different city,” he said.

My eyes went back to the road and I held back the tears. I could have chosen a different city. I could have chosen hell. But I had to come back for Kelsey. And then all I thought

about was Alice. And I wanted to die.

Why did I come back? I should have killed myself when Alice died. I wouldn’t have gotten Dad’s call telling me to come home because there’s an emergency. I wouldn’t have told

him that I have to wait a few days because my best friend is dead. Then I wouldn’t have had him tell me he’s sorry and he understands but I needed to know that Kelsey is sick.

That made me stick around longer than necessary. I lived longer because of Kelsey.

“Kelsey is sick,” I said softly. “I had to come back.”

“I’m sorry,” Jon said reaching forward and grabbing my shoulder. “I didn’t know.” No one knows.

I wiped my eyes, sniffled and focused on the road.

“Home yet?” Adam slurred in the back seat.

“Almost,” all three of us said.

When I got to Jon’s place, we took Adam out of the car and walked into the house. It was dark and quiet; Jon’s parents are sleeping upstairs. They have work in the morning, their

bedtime is nine.

“Are you going back to the dorms?” I whispered to Victor. “I can drive you.” I am driving his car.

“Nah, I’ll crash here,” he slurred. “Thanks.”