On the Dancefloor


‘’Babe, stop being s uptight.’’ He groaned as I pulled him by the buckles on his belt into the nearest bathroom. It was too loud to talk anywhere else, and I was already sick of the thumping music. ‘’Why do you do this? You only ever call me when you're high.’’ I was upset and he knew I was. He didn't say anything, just looked down. Guilty, he was always guilty. There was no suspecting he had done something, he'd always let me down. I had grown sure of it. ‘’I’m not hi-’’ I couldn’t even let him finish the sentence. His eyes were glassy and he was half spaced. He was high and there was no denying it.