This was a disaster.
Liam was parading me through the party, under his arm, in his spotlight. He was prancing me in front of cameras, making sure we were photographed together. I was trying to shield my face, afraid of the backlash that I might receive if any of these photos aired.
Why wouldn't they? Everyone loved a girl scandal. And if my dad saw these...
Dave was fuming behind us. He had controlled his frustration for the first couple of minutes, as Liam behaved on the borderline of uncontrollable. He was high off of his fight, and adding me into this mix was crushing his thought process.
Every time I tried to slink out from under Liam's arms, he found a way to bring me back. He was not letting me go. I turned back to Dave, mouthing, "Sorry." More than once.
If he stil
