I closed my eyes instinctively, bracing myself for what was about to happen.
"You took a drink from a stranger, Evelyn." He whispered in my ear. "A freaking stranger. Are you that careless? What if it was drugged?"
My throat tightened, but I refused to let him see it.
"That's none of your business."
"Oh, it absolutely is." He pulled away, and crossed his arms. "And if you want to pretend it's not, I can always tell your mom."
My eyes widened in shock.
"You wouldn't," I glared at him.
"Dare me."
I scoffed. "I handled it."
"You didn't." He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I did. You were sitting alone. Letting some idiot put his hands on you."
I groaned. "Fine. I'm sorry. I wanted to know what alcohol tasted like. And he was attractive, and into me. I didn't know he was an asshole."
Drew closed his eyes for a second, like he was tired of me.
"Wait. You actually thought he was into you? You think that was genuine?"
"Yes," I said immediately. Then hesitated. "…Maybe."
