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Chapter 8: Wolves Come Out At Night
“Rachel! What the hell is the matter with you?!” Miles yelled at me as he carried me off towards the lake away from the crowd. I could still hear them chanting my name as I bobbed back and forth against Miles – he was walking so quickly, and the movement was making me nauseous.
“Put me down, Miles!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs.
“What were you thinking? You must be drunk because the Rachel Carter I know would never do something like that!” he scolded me.
I suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed all at the same time. I wasn’t used to Miles being this serious. In all of the time that I had known him, we had only gotten into one fight, and that was over the dress that I picked for this party. I could feel the tension in his shoulders as I hung over him like a limp noodle. He was more than mad – he was furious. But, right now, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to understand just how far I had gone to piss him off.
“Put me down!” I repeated, beginning to pound my fists against his back. But Miles wouldn’t budge. He kept trudging along down to the lake to get me alone.
Finally, he set me on my feet, and I gave him a weak shove. My balance was deteriorating by the second, and I started to wobble until I almost fell over. Miles caught me in his arms just before I hit the ground. Thank God. I had already taken one face dive to the dirt trying to greet James. Sitting seemed to be the best option for me at this point. So, I let Miles help me down and flopped onto the grass. I watched as he paced back and forth like he was trying to figure out what to do next.
“Rachel, I don’t even know if I should take you home!” he complained. “How am I going to get you into your own house? Your mom is going to kill you! She’ll kill me too if I bring you in this way! I thought you weren’t into drinking. I thought you were better than that!”
“What does it matter to you anyway?!” I shouted. Miles jumped a little at my response and gazed at me in complete shock.
“Why wouldn’t it matter to me, Rach? You’re my best friend! Jeez! You’re a crazy drunk!”
I was so offended by the comment that my brain suddenly forgot how to filter my thoughts. Even worse, I didn’t know how to keep those thoughts from coming out of my mouth.
“Why don’t you just go make out with Emily you player!” I screamed. I immediately tried to get up, and I managed to succeed, but barely. I stumbled a few times before finally finding my feet underneath my legs. Miles attempted to help me up, but I wouldn’t let him. “Don’t touch me!” I wailed. I pulled at the bottom of my dress to straighten it out above my knees and began to march back to the party.
Walking in heels was difficult enough. But trying to walk in heels when you’re drunk is next to impossible.
Damn these strappy shoes!
“Rachel, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about right now! Make out with Emily? Where did that even come from? Rach, get back here! I want to talk to you!” he called out behind me.
I scoffed as I walked back toward the campfire, leaving Miles there by the lake. I couldn’t believe the nerve he had to act like he didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. Miles and I had always been able to be honest with each other – always. That, I thought, was what set me apart from every other girl he had been with. I’d watch him pull his player tactics on them, how he would carefully calculate each and every lie to get them to fall for him before completely pulling the rug out from underneath their feet – but with me, he had always told the truth. I was disgusted with him at this point, and I wanted to get away – far away – so I didn’t have to be near him.
|Lucy Hale||as Rachel|
|Jeremy Sumpter||as Miles|