I don’t have the grades to graduate with you guys. I’m not going to pass my classes.”
His eyes widen in shock, and after a couple of seconds of processing this information, he opens his mouth to say something but then snaps it shut again. I guess there’s not really much you can say to that.
There’s more banging on the door, and he looks so incredibly awkward standing there in front of me, so I finally take pity on him. “You should go.”
He hesitates for only a second before likely deciding he’s not the best person to be dealing with me right now, and he goes to the door. To his credit, he doesn’t swing it open and bail, just opening it marginally, saying something quietly that I can’t quite make out to whoever is out there then slipping out himself.
He’s replaced with Sasha, who moves into the room and whose face immediately falls when she sees the state of me, half naked, in my bra, jeans around my knees, slumped against the bathroom wall. She goes to close the door behind me and steps forward to crouch down next to me. She clearly forgot to lock the door, because the next thing I know a wave of noise from the party enters the room as someone swings it open. I turn to see Sarah in the doorway, her jaw falling to the floor at the sight of me.
“Sarah,” Sasha snaps harshly, moving her body to block me from anyone who is looking my way. “Close the damn door.”
Sarah ignores her completely and comes forward to stand over me. “What’s wrong with her?”
I turn my head back to the door and see the tell-tale light of people’s phones. Clearly some people are filming this, and that’s why Sasha wanted the door closed. It’s actually Sophie who steps into the room, sending Sarah a death glare as she grabs the door and pulls it closed behind her, leaving just Sasha, Sarah, and me in the room.
There’s another knock, and Sophie must decide it’s someone who isn’t going to openly mock me because she lets the door open slightly and Jennifer appears.
I start to cry all over again.
I might be hammered and kinda out of it, but even I know this is bad.
I’m humiliated, and if I feel like this now then God knows how I’ll feel tomorrow.
“What is wrong with her?” Sarah asks.
“Shut up,” Sasha snaps right back. “She’s right here. She can hear you.”
“Come on.” Jennifer pulls me forward so I’m not leaning against the wall anymore. “Sit up so I can put this back on you.” Only then do I realize she’s picked up my discarded shirt and is pulling it over my head, trying to regain some of my modesty. I guess I should be grateful. I might look an ounce less pathetic if I’m not sitting here in my bra.
After my top is back in place, she pulls me into a standing position, and Sasha pulls up my jeans and zips and buttons me back into place. “That’s better.”
“I’m sorry,” I wail at them, something I wouldn’t usually bother to say, but that small act of them trying to help me in such a practical way is so kind that it sets me off all over again. Within a few seconds, I’m sobbing so hard I sink back down to the floor, pull my knees up to my chest, and bury my head.
“What the hell is the matter with her?” Sarah asks. Even in my monumental devastation, I can tell she doesn’t feel that sympathetic toward me. “And why is she trying to sleep with anything with a pulse?”
“It wasn’t anything,” Jennifer says loyally.
“She’s just having a shitty couple of days,” Sasha says softly.
“More like months,” Sarah quips, like I can’t even hear her. “First she gets dumped for the final time by Chase, makes a fool out of herself trying to get him back, messes up in cheer practice God knows how many times, and has definitely put on a bit of weight and now she’s trying to sleep with her ex’s friends in some messed-up plan to make him jealous? What the hell is going on?”
“She’s drunk, not deaf,” Sasha snaps, voice harsh.
“Yeah, if you’re not going to help, just go away,” Jennifer agrees.
“I’m just pointing out that she’s obviously screwed up right now.”
“Once again, she can hear you.” Sasha sounds pissed. “You’re supposed to be her friend. Either act like it or get out.”
“I’m just