I leant over the bar a little so I could see if the barman was coming up this end. “Yeah, okay,” I agreed, moving into her space quickly. The place was packed, and he was on his own, he must have been a little stressed. “I desperately need to pee, can you keep my place? The guy hasn’t even looked down this end yet,” she said, nodding to the barman who was serving up the other end of the busy bar with his back to us.

She turned back to me with an apologetic smile. After about five minutes she still hadn’t been served. My other two friends didn’t want a drink, so we left them dancing.Īmy led me to the bar so I stood behind her as she waited for the barman to notice her. I’ll come to the bar with you,” I shouted back, grabbing her hand so we didn’t get separated in the packed club. She always did think I was a little bit pathetic because I couldn’t hold my drink at all. “You’ve only had four drinks,” she teased, laughing hysterically at me. “I can’t drink anymore, I’ll be sick,” I answered, turning my nose up.

“Shall we drink some more?” my best friend, Amy, shouted to me over the music. My legs had that rubbery feeling, like I wasn’t quite in full control of myself. My head was just that little bit fuzzy from the alcohol. My vision was a little blurry as I continued to dance. This book is dedicated to my mum, and my older sister. Special thanks must go to Mollie Wilson who made the adorable cover for this book. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.Īll characters in this publication are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. The right of Isabelle Rae to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.Īll rights reserved.

When summer ends by isabelle rae