5
BLAIRE
I might have had too much to drink.
After Campbell had asked me out and then I had to sit around and pretend that his presence didn’t bother me all night, I’d maybe gone a bit overboard. I could drink like a tank even though I was only about five feet tall. My tolerance had always been high. I thought it was because I’d started drinking with my mom at a young age because she had all these psych reasons for avoiding binge drinking by not making alcohol taboo. It had mostly worked—I’d give her that.
Tonight was a different story.
Honey had left a half hour ago, and I was on Piper’s arm as I stumbled back to her Jeep.
“Do not throw up in my car,” Piper said. She was completely clearheaded. She’d only had one drink early in the night.
“I’m not going to…throw up,” I said with a
