You tugged at the flower crown your mother had shoved at you, saying it went perfectly with your Midsummer’s dress. Fitting, you hated the dress so of course you’d hate the damn crown. Topper grabs two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and hands one to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Offering him a smile, you took a sip, trying to look like you were enjoying your time there with him. Your mind wasn’t doing you any favours, constantly flashing back to last year when you’d attended with Rafe. There hadn’t been awkward silences with him, you hadn’t had to force smiles for him. You wondered how long you were going to have to pretend before you’d actually feel something.

Your gaze flicks around the party, and you know you’re not just people watching. You’re looking for him. He’d be here tonight, the Cameron’s always made a big appearance. You hear his voice raised over the music, and turn your head in his direction. You study him. He’s more animated than usual. Your eyes zero in on his and it hits you, his pupils are blown, almost black. He was high on god knows what. Guilt and anger hits you like a truck.

“He’s using again” you mutter, thinking you said it softly enough that Topper won’t have heard you. But he’s already looking at Rafe and then back at you.

“So? He has Sofia.” He points to the girl by Rafe’s side, looking completely out of her element. “And I’m your date”

He wasn’t wrong, you were there as his date. Rafe was there with Sofia. You should leave the situation alone. You can’t though, because as much as you wished you hated Rafe, you still had very strong feelings for him and you can’t standby and watch him self-destruct.

“Sorry” you say softly to Topper, before turning on your heel and stomping over to where Rafe stands, slightly swaying on his feet.

“Jesus, what the hell are you thinking using here?!” You snap at him, grabbing his jaw so you’re looking right into his eyes.

“Ah, here she is everybody! You know, if you’d been less judgmental and nagged me less, we might still be together. But all you know how to do is annoy me and ruin my fun” his words are slurred, bitter and mocking. You know the drugs have lowered his inhibitions, and he’s saying anything that comes to his mind to hurt you.