TAYLOR

“Vanessa?” I called, and her head whipped to me, a smile climbing her face.

Her face was red, and it was obvious that she had been drinking and was heavily drunk. She flipped her hair from her face, but it fell back every time.

She pouted and let out some air from her mouth before rolling her eyes angrily. She pushed herself off the car and tried to stand straight but kept on swaying from side to side.

“Taylor,” she slurred and tried to move towards me, her legs getting tangled ...