I shook my head, taking a sip of my drink just to have something to do. “You’re wrong.”

Tiffany hummed, not looking convinced at all. I huffed, ignoring her as she turned her attention back to Drew.

But the damage was done.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Blake now.

I didn’t want to be here.

I didn’t want to talk to these guys.

I didn’t want to pretend that I wasn’t constantly looking for him, even when he wasn’t around.

I just wanted to go home.

I just wanted Blake.

Drew’s gaze slid to me, and I forced another tight smile, taking a small step closer to Tiffany.

“So,” he said, tipping his chin toward my drink. “What are you drinking?”

I swirled the liquid in my cup. “Something blue.”

He laughed like I was being funny. I wasn’t.

“I’ll get you something better,” he said, already reaching for my cup.

I pulled it back. “I’m good, thanks.”

Tiffany shot me a look but didn’t say anything.

Drew didn’t seem fazed.

He turned his attention back to her. “How about you?”

“I wouldn’t say no to another drink.”

Of course she wouldn’t.

Drew grinned. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he was gone, Tiffany smacked my arm. “What is wrong with you? He was cute.”

“He was full of himself.”

“That’s the point, Bev. This isn’t a date. It’s a party. You’re supposed to have fun.”

She wasn’t wrong. People didn’t come to Evan’s parties for the music. They came to drink, hook up, and pretend Monday wasn’t just around the corner.

I sighed, looking around again. People were dancing now, a few bodies moving a little too close together. The smell of weed drifted through the air, mixing with the chlorine and beer.

I could see the way some of the girls were looking at the boys. Eyes following them like hungry little wolves. I could only imagine what would happen if Blake was here. He wasn’t there, but it felt like he was everywhere. In the back of my mind, in the way I moved, in the way I checked over my shoulder.

“I’m having fun,” I lied again.

“No, you’re babysitting your drink and avoiding eye contact with literally everyone.”

I rolled my eyes. “I just don’t want to deal with some random guy trying to get in my pants.”

“Then maybe you should admit who you actually want to be here with.”

I shot her a glare, but she just grinned knowingly.

Drew came back, handing Tiffany a drink and draping an arm over her shoulder like he’d known her for years.