Sidelined: The QB and Me

(37) "Who are they?"

"I just... I just really think it'll happen." Spencer nods with a thoughtful expression, bringing the bottle of jack back to her lips, pausing before it makes contact so that she can carry on speaking. "I think Brad and Jen will get back together. But I think it'll be like... a publicity stunt. Maybe. I dunno."

The hot night breeze of Miami Florida picks up, doing little too cool the temperature, but it does offer a windblown effect to Spencer's wild curls. If she wasn't so plastered it'd be a cover-worthy image.

It's eleven at night and the beach is anything but quiet and peaceful. Shouting and excited squealing add to the thumping music and crashing waves. The moonlight illuminates the party-goers, providing enough glow so that the masses can see properly while they continue to ensure that they in fact, can't see a thing - due to the alcohol consumption.

Spencer and I are parked up on a large log, our feet buried in the warm sand while my dear friend dwells on the scandals and theories of celebrity lives. I'm not sure how we got on to the topic of publicity stunts but she is convinced that they happen more often than we realise. She has a concerning amount of written down facts stored up so that she has the documentation to prove her theories.

"Hey girls!" a deep voice slurs from above us. Spencer and I snap our attention to the Baywatch looking boy who smiles before crouching down beside us. "I'm Connor."

"Spencer"- she points to herself before jabbing her finger in my direction - "this is Dallas."

"You girls having a good spring break?"

"Yeah, so far. We only arrived this afternoon," Spencer explains flippantly as she downs the rest of her drink, shaking the empty bottle with a frown when it's all gone.

"Oh nice, nice." Connor nods with wide eyes, smacking his lips together while he chews on nothing. "So I've got some Molly for sale, if either of you is keen?"

"You're selling a girl?!" Spencer grips his forearm with a dropped jaw, clearly not able to believe what she's hearing. Connor chuckles, not judging, but taking amusement in Spencer's oblivion.

"No, I've got some E. Ecstasy. I'll do you a spring breakers deal." He wiggles his brows and pulls a little plastic bag of pills out of his board short pockets. Spencer recoils and slaps a hand over her mouth.

I've been watching in amusement at the exchange. It's not uncommon for a small-town girl to have a limited knowledge on drug lingo but I can't help but stifle a giggle at her reaction.

"What the fûck," Grayson barks, the three of us whip our heads in his direction, watching his feet kick up sand as he strides towards us with a sour glare.

Connor hides the pills fast, straightening up and adopting confidence, almost as though he's calculated in how to react to possible law enforcement.

"Stop trying to sell them drugs. What the fuck man." Grayson pushes Connor's chest, causing him to stumble backwards, a surprised expression flittering across his sunkissed face.

"Woah, chill out bro. It's just a bit of E." Connor raises his hands in defence, not looking for a fight apparently.

I decide to intervene. I'm more sober than anyone else so it seems that someone's going to need to deflect the tension. Grayson's reaction surprises me a little. I know that he and Dray share in the odd joint occasionally and I think it went without saying that drugs would circulate wherever we went. It is spring break after all.