Cali's POV
"Why don't you ask the slut herself?" Sams words played in my head.
Quickly I pushed Nate off of me leaning over the side of the bed.
"You okay?"
"I think I'm gonna be sick-"
And just like that, I threw up all over the hardwood floors struggling to hold my hair back.
Before I knew it Nate started gagging next to me still trying to be supportive by resting his hand on my shoulder.
"I have to go." I stood up fixing my dress before I ran downstairs wiping my mouth.
"Califor-"
"Emily!" I shouted looking around for her.
Of course she would be standing up on top of the pool table.
"Get down." I yanked on her arm making her spill her drink.
"What's wrong silly goose?" She chuckled playing with my hair.
"We need to leave." I picked her up attempting to carry her to the car.
"Don't be ridiculous." She laughed not fighting me whatsoever.
"C'mon." I practically started dragging her down the road when I couldn't carry her anymore.
Nothing but laughs left her mouth as she still held the solo cup in her right hand.
"Drop that." I smacked it out of her hand strapping her in the passengers seat.
"Hey!" She pouted.
"Where are your keys?" I reached over digging in her purse.
"Nevermind." I said grasping them in my hands.
"California!" Nate shouted from the driveway.
"I have to go!" I yelled back shutting Emily's door and running to my side.
"Can't we just talk?-" His voice fell.
"I'm sorry." I lowly whispered even though he couldn't hear me.
"C'mon!" He yelled as I sped away.
"Holy shit, what's your problem?" Emily's eyes rolled back in her head.
"I almost had sex with someone I just met!" I yelled as if she already knew.
"Oh shit."
"I know, I know." I shook my head feeling guilty.
"My god, how do you think Jack would react?" Emily started.
"There's nothing going on between me and Jack."
"Oh shut up, you mean the world to that boy, I've known him for eight years and I've never seen him this way about someone.. He's completely in love with you." The alcohol spoke sincerely.
"Well I think I ruined our chances." I choked tears threatening to fall.
"Oh no, what'd you do?" Emily gasped.
"I told him to take care." I bit the inside of my cheek.
"Jesus California." She held her head in her hands.
"What? He had sex with Marina!" I shot back.
"And you had sex with Sam."
"I wasn't with Jack then and it was out of grief-" I paused.
"Wait, who told you?" I gripped the steering wheel really tight.
"Sam of course." She laughed. "He basically told everyone."
