LAINE

KELLY ANNE IS TOO DRUNK to listen to anything much I have to say, but when

I tell her at eleven that I might make a move early she seems to hear that loud and clear.

“NOOO!” she wails and grips my wrist for dear life. “I need you, bestie!”

Like hell she does.

She’s grinding away on Tyler’s friend Mickey, trying to smile so coyly like there’s any chance she won’t be fucking him this evening. Tyler is too close to me for comfort, dancing so close with a stupid grin on his face. I dance away a little, trying to keep a bit of distance, but wherever...