“What do you care?” Katie glared at him as she stepped away from him and into the street. “You don’t care about me.”

“Yeah, and that’s why I’m taking you home. Come on.” He took her hand and continued towards his car.

“I was having fun,” she grumbled.

He remained silent until they reached the car. “You’re not going to get sick, are you?”

Katie shook her head and dropped down into the car. “I can do it,” she said, taking the seat belt from him when he leaned over her.

“You okay?” he asked a few minutes into the drive.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“We just hang out sometimes.”

“I don’t like her.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think she liked you either.”

Katie turned in her seat, leaning back against the door so she could see him. “Why were you a dick to me when I saw you earlier? You ignored me.”

He shrugged. “I was busy.”

Her eyes traveled over his face. He was beautiful. “Why haven’t I seen you around lately?”

“I’ve been working.”

“I miss talking to you. Did you miss me at all?”

He reached out and turned on the stereo. “Let me drive.”

“You can let me off in front of the house. My parents aren’t home,” Katie said when Matt slowed the car as he approached her driveway.

“You shouldn’t drink so much,” he said when she swayed a bit after getting out of the car. “I won’t always be there to save you.”

“I didn’t need your saving. I would have been fine.” She leaned against the brick in front of her house as she rooted around in her purse for her key. “I’m a lil’ dizzy.”

“Here.” He took her purse and seconds later was opening the front door. “No one’s home?”

“My grandparents are sleeping in the basement.” She leaned against the wall.

“You okay?”

“No, I feel—” She covered her mouth before sprinting up the stairs, making it to her bathroom and dropping to her knees without a second to spare, vomiting until there was nothing left in her stomach. She lay down on the cool tile of her bathroom. She heard steps and opened one eye to see Matt entering her bathroom. “I think I’m dying,” she whispered.

“No, you’re not.” He filled a glass of water and helped her sit up so she could rinse out her mouth. “You think you’re done throwing up?”

“Yes.”

“Here.” He helped her to her feet and led her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she lay back in her bed.

He removed her shoes and then sat down beside her on the mattress. “How do you feel?”

“Better.” She closed her eyes. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because I’m not a dick.”