Oh yeah, Alice Murphy? I remember her. She’s the girl who was drunk as sin, out of her goddamn mind on the night of graduation.

No thanks. There was no way in hell I was going to wind up being that girl. So, I hid in the furthermost corner of the yard and stuck my fingers down my throat in an attempt to make myself sick, in the hope it would help sober me up.

“Murph?”

I snapped my head up, mid-retch, my eyes wide at the sound of the familiar voice coming from over my shoulder, his knowing chuckle echoing through my throbbing head.

“Is that you?”

“Crap,” I groaned under my breath.

Wiping at the corners of my mouth, I turned slowly to see Harley standing there, looking down at me with a concerned look on his face, despite the hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey.” I managed the best smile I could, sniffling once.

“Um …” Harley hesitantly pointed a finger at me. “You have … ah … some um, spew in your hair.”

I jumped so high, tearing at the lengths of my hair, but I lost my balance and ended up falling back into the bushes, crying out in horror when I landed in my very own vomit.

“Are you okay?” Harley chuckled, and I could tell he was trying so hard not to laugh out loud, not that I could really blame him for finding this funny. The state I was in was one predicament I’d never imagined myself to be in, and I guess it was kind of funny, in a weird, unfair, completely messed-up way.

Harley crouched down, holding a hand out for me, and I took it, allowing him to help me back up to my unsteady feet only for me to sway once more. “Whoa!” He steadied me, his hands gripping my shoulders, and then I watched as he leaned in a little closer, narrowing one of his eyes. “A-are you drunk, Murph?”

I shook my head, and then I nodded, but then I started to get dizzy from all the rapid head movements. “I don’t know. I think I am.” I shrugged, clutching at the side of my spinning head. “But I don’t know how! I didn’t have any of the liquor from the kitchen. I didn’t have a beer from the keg. I think someone spiked my drink, Harley.”

Harley’s eyes widened, his jaw tight as his cheeks flushed red and he gripped my shoulders slightly tighter, protectively. “What the hell?”

“Well, yeah …” I shrugged. “All I’ve been drinking is the punch. There’s no way I—”

At that, Harley’s hold on me loosened a little, his face deadpanning as he stared at me before a smile slowly began to creep onto his face, stopping me mid-sentence.

“What?”

“Kevin’s punch?”

I nodded.

Suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed out loud, still holding on to my shoulders.

“What is so funny?” I glared at him, quirking a brow, which was a lot harder to do when I could barely feel my own face.