asked me to be, like, boyfriend girlfriend or whatever. But I guess I was looking forward to just hanging out with him alone tonight. And hopefully getting just the right amount of messed up and seeing what comes next.
The messed up part seems like it might still happen, though, even if Emmaâs playing third wheel. The two of them are pouring some amber liquid into cans of Coke. Itâs Jasonâs go-to beverageâwhiskey.
âGot you one,â Jason says to me, handing me an open can. âAlready doctored it myself and everything.â Itâs a pretty sweet gesture, and this makes me wish we were alone even more.
âThanks,â I say, and Emma bumps Jason with her hip, forcing him down to one end of the truck, freeing up a space next to her. This puts her in the middle, in between Jason and me. I get prickly all over again and take a big sip of my drink.
âThereâs a party at my cousinâs house in Healy,â Emma says. âLike, some Halloween thing. If you want to drive out there.â
I wrinkle my nose and sip some more. I hate going to parties where I only know two people. And plus, her cousin is this super annoying popular type whoâs head of the dance squad or whatever.
âWe could go hang out at my place,â Jason says. âMy parents wonât care. We could text people to come over.â
âThen the guys will just sit around and play Call of Duty all night long,â Emma says. âAnd the girls will just sit around and bitch. Fuck this town. Itâs so boring.â She frowns the same tight frown sheâs had since we were in kindergarten together and became best friends after Ms. Sweeny assigned us to be shepherds instead of angels in the Christmas pageant.
âWe never drive into the city,â I say. âHow come we never drive into the city?â I look down and realize my can feels pretty light. My face is starting to feel pleasant and numb. When Jason told me he doctored my drink, he didnât tell me heâd dumped half a bottle of whiskey in it.
âThe cityâs too far,â Jason says. âToo weird.â
âWhy is it weird?â I say. âIt could be cool.â There are some artsy hipster types from my school who go into the city sometimes. Who go hear bands play and everything. But I donât know them, and they donât know me. I hang out with Emma and Jason and that crowd, not the artsy types. Itâs too late now to change groups. I hate how in high school youâre stuck in a group and when you realize later you probably belonged in another one, itâs too late to change because youâre already who you are.
Jason shrugs. âI wouldnât think youâd want to go into the city anyway after that sick fuck took your brother there and did whatever sick, fucked up shit those people do to kids.â
Emma takes a sharp breath and glances at me.
âWhat?â I say. My pleasant numbness is gone, replaced with a hot anger that makes me want to spit. âWhat the hell did you just say?â
âOh, shit,â Jason says, a lopsided frown on his face. âIâm sorry, Caroline. That was ⦠man, Iâm sorry. Iâm drunk.â
âI hate when people blame the shit they say on being drunk,â I tell him. âI told you never to talk about my brother again!â I feel like Iâm going to start crying, which I hate even more than people blaming dumb crap they say on alcohol. I think I hate crying in front of people more than anything else.
âJesus Christ, Jason,â Emma says, sliding off the truck. âCome on, Caroline, letâs go to my house.â Iâm grateful but almost surprised because I thought Emma wanted to party or hang out and lots of times that comes first before anything, including me.
âMan, donât leave. Iâm really sorry.â Heâs pleading a little, but he doesnât come after us as Emma