There’s no one sober enough to drive, so Hannah and I decide to walk. The air is warm enough, even at this time of night, and I’d rather walk a few miles in my wet clothes than spend any more time at this party, with Andrew and Danielle and Charlie, the Death Eater. Besides, it feels good to move, like with each step the tequila is leaving my body, clearing my head.

We’ve barely made it past the driveway when Hannah pounces.

“Okay, so what the hell was that back there? Why wasn’t Andrew wearing a shirt?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I’m not sure why I can’t tell her. The Plan was her idea to begin with. Really, I should have told her the moment I asked him. It’s just that now it’s too late. And talking about Andrew out loud—about all the things that have happened and almost happened between us—makes me afraid of what I might say. I start walking faster, like there’s a chance I can outrun my problems. Hannah speeds up too.

“Come on, Keely. I’m not an idiot.” Her tears have stopped and she looks fierce, wild. If there’s one good thing that could come of tonight, of my mistake with Andrew, it’s that Charlie seems to be gone from Hannah’s mind. We’re the perfect distraction. “Were you guys hooking up?”

“No!” I say, the word rushing out of me. It just feels easier to deny everything than to have to think about it. But I can’t do that to Hannah. “I mean, I don’t know. Yeah, we were . . . kissing. We kissed, okay? It all happened so fast.” I throw my hands up in the air, wishing I could take back the past few hours. Or even better, the past few months. “But it doesn’t matter anyway. It was stupid. He’s in love with Danielle, and I know that, but I still fell for it. We always knew he was a player, right? I just never thought he would play me.” I’m practically running now, and Hannah is running right alongside me.

“Hey, slow down!” She reaches an arm out to me. I stop suddenly and she almost collides into my back. “He’s not trying to play you. Andrew would never do that to you.” She puts a hand on my shoulder and I whip away from her.

“How do you know?”

“Because he loves you.”

The words make it even harder to breathe. “Stop.”

I can’t handle any of this right now. A wave of nausea rolls from my stomach up through my chest and I clench my teeth together until it passes. She continues on.