(Brittney)
It had not been long since I followed Carl to the snack table, but he had already downed three cups of punch
"Come on, that's enough," I said, grabbing the ladle. His expression told me that if I didn't stop him he'd, drink himself into a coma. I've seen it many times before
"You're still here? Shouldn't you be dancing with Nick?" He said coldly walking away
"It's not like that. We were just dancing Carl," I said before he stopped
"Look, I'm not angry okay. How could I be, I mean, look at us, I'm me and he's Nicholas King. I understand so I'm not mad, but just don't treat me like I'm stupid. That was more than dancing," he said, turning to walk away but, I grabbed his hand
"Let me go, I'm going home," he said
"What about me?"
"Let Nick carry you"
"No, I came here with you not Nick and if I'm gonna leave, it's gonna be with you not Nick" I said
"Let me go, Brittney," he said
"No," I said
