Chapter 27 - A Little Tipsy

Tiffany POV

I blink and stare at my phone. When did I get two phones?

I blink again, trying to bring the two phones together and into one.

How many drinks did I have?

The taste of alcohol drowns out any hint of the stale peanuts I just ate moments ago while the smell of it fills my nose. The heavy beat of the music still pounds against me, almost knocking me off balance and out of my chair. I don’t dare look at the dance floor. All the grinding of bodies only reminds me of Trevor and how much I want him to be doing that to me right now.

My eyelids grow heavy, but I force them up and look across the table at Cassandra, who is leaning against Kyle’s side, half asleep. Or I think she is.

I lick my lips and smack my tongue on the roof of my mouth. The room sways back and forth.

I think I’ve had more beer than I should have.

My eyes drift over to Beth. Her head is leaning backwards against the wall behind her with her mouth slightly open. A line of drool hangs down the side of her