Chapter 26: Guilty (Wabara’s POV)
Caleb came five minutes later. Bringing drinks. And taking out more drinks that I had kept away. I should never have told him where I kept those. We were all sitting on the couch. Moretz was playing with Bourbon, Indigo was just sitting around. I don’t think she’s feeling too good today. Maybe it’s her period, maybe it’s something else, I’m not sure. I was sitting there watching her. I got caught thousands of times but I didn’t stop. She caught me at times, Moretz caught me at times, and even Caleb, all the way from the kitchen.
He came in with glasses, bottles, and an opener. “Let’s have game night.”
“I don’t see monopoly here,” Indigo mumbled.
Moretz moved closer to the table then we all slipped off the couches and sat on the floor around the table while Caleb served us drinks and slid each one of us a glass.
I looked at Indie, thinking she shouldn’t drink. But she downed the entire thing in one go and then reached for the vodka, filling it up again. She set it on the table and didn’t drink this one right away.
“Indie,” Moretz said warningly.
“What?” she huffed, turning to Moretz, who watched her warily for a minute before shaking her head softly and letting it be.
“Nothing. I think I won’t have to do much tonight,” she chuckled, sipping on her drink.
“What are we doing, guys?” Caleb asked, also drinking down his glass.
I looked at the drink in my glass and decided to make it last as long as I could. I would drink little by little and not get drunk. The other three all look like they’re planning to get wasted. Someone has to be sober and watch them. But I’m a little worried about Indie because she downed her second and third drink too. And she’s already dancing in place.
Moretz was on her third drink, Caleb was too. I was still on my first and nobody noticed. Moretz and Caleb were laughing about something when Indie decided to get up with her head still spinning.
She stumbled and I stuck my hand out and grabbed onto her immediately. I grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants and steadied her while sipping my drink. She started mumbling and then yelling something about our college and her classes but nobody was listening.
I finished the rest of my drink while still holding onto her. When she tried to move, I pulled her back.
She frowned and looked at my hand before looking down at me with a pout on her lips. “Let go,” she demanded, loud and clear.
I shook my head, looking up at her. “You’re drunk and I’m afraid if I do let you go, you’ll fall right on this table.”
She shook her head.
I nodded.
She shook her head again.
I nodded again.
She threw my hand off and I sighed, waiting for her to fall. She turned to look forward and lost all balancing, going right for the table.
I grabbed her by her sweatpants again and yanked her back.
She huffed at me. “Let me go, I said!”
I shook my head, looking up at her.
She tried pushing my hand away but I grabbed onto her waist and took the opportunity to pull her back down to sit. “Oi!” She fell right into my lap. She sat sideways and looked at me, her brows furrowed, her lips in a pout. “I hate you,” she said.
I nodded, glancing at the time. Good thing I already gave Bourbon his dinner and took him out on a walk before they got here. I leaned against the couch, putting my head back on it while she watched me.