When we arrived at the party, the music was blaring, and people were already stumbling around outside. I pushed my way through the crowd, searching for Dillion. It didn't take long to find him—he was standing by a table playing beer pong, laughing and joking with his friends.
I approached him, trying to ignore the pounding in my head and the sick feeling in my stomach. "Dillion," I called out over the noise.
He turned to look at me, a smirk on his face. "Well, well, if it isn't little Willow," he said mockingly. What do you want?" By the way, he spoke, I could tell that he had had a few drinks.
I took a deep breath, trying to push down my nerves. "I need something," I said quietly.
Dillion raised an eyebrow, looking me up and down. "you only got some yesterday, Willow?"
I tucked
