A R I A
I freeze, my stomach sinking. He's drunk—again.
Soren doesn't seem to notice my hesitation. "Where've you been?” I question him. My tone is ice cold.
“I was, uh... I was with my friends. You remember? You left, you know?" He starts to laugh, but it sounds forced, a little too loud, and it's clear that he's not in control of himself.
I can feel my blood pressure rising. The anger that's been building inside me all evening starts to bubble to the surface. "You're drunk."
His face falls, and he quickly tries to regain some composure, though it's clear it's not working. "No, no, I'm good, I'm good. I'm home early, right? I just want to hang out with you. I've been thinking about you all night." He tries to say sly as he stumbles toward me.
I want to scream at him, to tell him how
