#Chapter22

Preslie, Ocean, Dom and I decided to get drunk as hell this weekend because what else sounds better? I sure needed it.

The night went by pretty smoothly. We ordered a bunch of pizza and Chinese takeout. We got drunk and watched movies and danced and ranted about our issues.

"I don't understand why people think I'm gay." Dom slurred, narrowing his eyes as he walked around my living room with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. "I mean I hang out with guys and girls. It's all your guys' fault theres no more guys in this friend group."

"Orion was suppose to come," I chuckled like...