Chapter 54 Jane
Jane
My voice is hoarse from all the talking. I’m so sick of this party, so ready to blow this pop stand.
Luke and I put on quite the show—I honestly didn’t think he had it in him, he’s such an anarchist—but he played the part well. Too well. My stomach hurts thinking about it.
A little while ago, Pa came over to us and clapped us both on our backs, his eyes dancing. “Well done, you two. Well done!”
Ugh.
I scan the drunken faces for Luke. I haven’t seen him in a sec.
I need to find him, beg him to take me home. We rode in the Camaro, Pa and Mom following us in the truck.
I haven’t seen Mom lately either, come to think of it. And Nellie’s dad is nowhere in sight.
I see Nellie, though, near the champagne fountain, chugging. After downing a full glass, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, stomps over to the bar. She snatches a whole bottle of tequila, screws the top open. Seems to swallow it whole before staggering off to the woods.
I actually feel like going with her.
That’s when I see them.
Luke and Blair, coming down the hill together.
Everyone sees them. They’re a spectacle.
Blair’s making sure of that with her loud cackle, her nauseating squealing. The way she walks, knocking into Luke’s shoulder, like they’re a couple. Which it totally looks like they are right now.
He knows I was sensitive about this the other day after the swimming hole, so how dare he? What where they doing in the woods together?
As they get closer, I see that Blair’s T-shirt is now inside out.
I’m so angry I could scream, but I just stand here, watching them.
Fuming.
Calculating.
Planning my move.