Wasted

Layla

The night only continued to get better. We danced, talked and laughed the whole night. The guy with the button-up shirt sent me a few more drinks, which only made Daniel angrier. He kept an eye on me, and though he tried to shrug Ingrid off, she followed him around like a lost puppy, which, yes, bothered me too.

It shouldn't bother me, though. Right? We are just friends, and there is nothing between us, and there never will.

So why am I bothered?

I was getting extremely thirsty, and through all the dancing, drinking, and laughing, I noticed a phone was ringing.

I grabbed it off the table and went to the restroom, answering the phone without looking.

“Hello?” I said, placing my other hand on my other ear to listen better. “Layla? Figures. I've been calling you nonstop. Meanwhile, you're out there partying and going out with some other guy already, aren't you?” my heart dropped at the sound of Trevor’s voice.

He was the last person I expected to talk to, “Trevor. What the hell d