Chapter 12: Three Bad Boys

Carson

I refuse to high-five Eli’s antics. I worry Montana will believe all of us act like him.

When he plops in the booth next to me, he adjusts himself. “It was an eight on the BJ scale,” he loudly announces.

Peyton giggles beneath her hand, her eyes on Montana. Mine are, too, as I attempt to read her reaction. Her eyes stare at the beer in front of her.

It’s hopeless. No amount of apologizing for the band’s actions will erase their crazy behavior. I’m living in La La Land if I think she won’t be bothered by them and will want to spend more time with me.

“I have to admit that’s one of the best bathrooms I’ve ever fooled around in.” 

I shake my head at Eli.

“So,” Montana bumps her shoulder against mine. “Have you enjoyed many BJs in public restrooms?”

Jake spits bourbon over his lap and onto the table. Peyton, now sitting on Warner’s lap, leans so far back that Jake has to support her head in front of