Not you too

Jason Davenport

I was still pissed as I scrolled through Ashley's instagram, as it reminded me of the failure I'd come to the last time I'd followed her.

Sighing, I clicked my phone off and shoved it on the sofa. I let out a sharp breath, wondering where Rory was.

I was at his house. His parents were on vacation so the house was free. Which was why we always chose Rory's house whenever we wanted to hang out, or throw a party. His parents were almost always gone.

Rory had stepped out to get the pot and alcohol while we waited for the guys to arrive. I'd texted Adrian an hour ago and he'd said he was on his way.

I groaned in agony. I hated waiting. And I really needed a cigarette right now. After a while, the sound of approaching guys talking and laughing let me know that they were here already.

Finally.

Adrian walked in first, deep in conversation with Greg about something I honestly didn't care about.

"Where are the cigarettes?" I groaned.