Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“YOU GIRLS LOOK beautiful,” my mom says, setting down a tray with
non-alcoholic cocktails that she made herself. I know, because the rims are
splattered with orange juice pulp.
Eh, she tried.
“I’m excited,” Amy squeals, taking a drink as my mom leaves the room
again. “Transportation will be here at six. The guys better be dressed
correctly when we get to the venue. Makes me nervous, them left to their
own devices.”
We sit in the living room, vanities set up and the stylists at work on me
and Krisjen’s hair. Amy sneaks a flask out of her bag and adds vodka to her
drink.
“Want some?” she asks, pushing the glass in front of me and trying to act
like we’re still friends, but we’ve barely said two words to each other since I
threatened her. I wish I didn’t know why I don’t tell her to take a hike, but I
do, and I can’t look at myself in the mirror in front of me.
I shake my head, my fingers hovering over the keyboard on my phone.
Don’t come, I type but stop my thumb before I hit Send.
“You’re probably right.” Amy pulls the glass away and takes a drink.
“Once I get started, I keep going, and since it’s still early, I’ll be passed out
by eight.”
But I don’t say anything as she drones on. I stare at my phone, willing
myself to hit the goddamn button. To tell Callum Ames that I don’t want him