Ever since that night Delilah had always been nervous around Lily. When they met up so Lily could hand over her extra pain meds, there was something eerie about the way she looked at Delilah. As if she held a gigantic grudge. Lately, Maria had started giving Delilah those same weird looks.

Sometimes Delilah wondered if Lily had told her what happened, but she doubted it. Delilah certainly never told anyone when embarrassing things happened to her. What was the point?

“I have to pee.” Maria hopped off her stool and looped her purse strap over her shoulder.

“Oh, me too.” Delilah suddenly felt the drinks she’d had. She uncapped her lip gloss and applied a quick fresh coat. “I’ll go when you come back.”

“All right.” Maria wasn’t even looking at Delilah. She was still hunting around for something in her purse.

Maria stumbled toward the bathroom at the back of the bar, ignoring the taunts from the tattooed guys as she passed them. Her phone was in her hand, the number pressed, before she’d even locked the door to the single-stall women’s room behind her.

Lily answered on the first ring. “Did she take it yet?”

“I haven’t tried.” Maria’s voice was ragged. “Listen. I don’t think I can do this. I’m going to just come home.”

“You’re what?”

Lily dropped the notecards she’d been highlighting and hurled her pen to the floor.

To get the capsules she’d had to flirt with Austin, Austin, the perpetually stoned goth loser of the senior class. He’d been playing some video game with Brandon, but Brandon had stepped outside as soon as Lily knocked on the door. When she’d finally worked up the nerve to ask, Austin pretended not to know what she was talking about. She’d had to practically beg him. To stick her chest in his face so he’d remember she didn’t just have crutches, she had boobs, too. Only then had he agreed to give her anything.

She certainly hadn’t done all that just to have Maria punk out on her at the last minute.

“I can’t,” Maria said. “Look, she’ll probably test positive from the other night anyway. We don’t need to do this.”

Lily spoke through gritted teeth. “We don’t need to? Or you don’t want to?”

Maria sighed. “It’s only—come on, she was my friend, once, a long time ago, and . . . I don’t know. She keeps acting like everything is so great, and—and, I just can’t.”

Lily’s breath hitched in her throat. Maria kept going before she could say anything.