Over the Edge ☆ Danny Edge {EP}

☆ Chapter 8 ☆

“So, did you come to apologize?” Whitney asked not a second after opening the door. I simply huffed at her, pushing past her to her kitchen. “I’ll take that as a no, then?” She called, slamming the door before trailing behind me.

I opened the fridge, searching for the familiar sight of aluminum cans at the bottom of the fridge.

“Jason’s not around, is he?” I asked, all but ignoring her completely. I didn’t like her boyfriend, especially not when I was drunk. Which I was about to be.

“We’re taking a break at the moment.” She remarked, motioning for me to pass her a beer. She popped it open, guzzling it down almost immediately. “He’s with that Jessica again.”

“Bitch.” I said simply, though it was enough to bring a smile to Whitney’s lips. She nodded, taking another sip of her beer.

Despite the fact that I’d done this time and time again, I found myself hesitant to take a drink. Sure, it might help to numb the pain, but at what cost? Tanden’s upset glare returned to my mind, but I pushed it away.

What would Danny think if he were to find out about this? My self conscious nagged. Honestly, though. Who gave a damn what he thought?

With that, I opened the beer, allowing the cool liquid to burn its way down my throat. Though it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences, for me it was enough.

“Here,” Whitney passed me another once the liquid was gone, grabbing one for herself. “Have another.”

So I did; I had another. And another. And another. Until I was outstandingly drunk.

“So tell me about this Danny boy.” Whitney slurred. She, too, had drank four beers, and was as tipsy as myself.

“He’s a pain in the ass.” I remarked harshly, falling back onto one of her bright red sofas. The color made me wanna puke.

“Jason is too.” She agreed. “But maybe that’s why I love him.”

I scoffed. “And what do we know about love?”

“Maybe we don’t know much about it. Even so, we feel it.” She suddenly sounded extremely emotional. I had forgotten about the mood swings that drinking gave her.

“Yeah. But I wouldn’t say I’m in love.”

“And why not?”

“I’ve only known him for a few days.” I told her honestly, and she snickered.

“Oh, sweetie.” I cringed at her pet name for me. Even drunk, I was easily annoyed by it. “Don’t you know that love can happen in just a few moments?”

“Geez, Whitney.” I sunk further into the couch, turning onto my stomach so that my face was buried in the cushion. “I’m not talking about sex.”