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"What were you thinking?!"
I stare at the cup in my hands. I don't have an answer to give. Janice knows about my feelings for Aurora.
"Her friend asked me to check on her." I mumble.
Ooh that's only half true.
"And you thought it was a good idea?!" I slouch into my seat, suddenly feeling like a teenager who got caught sneaking out.
"Didn't you tell me months ago that she hates you?"
I don't answer.
She taps her fingernails on her mug before looking at me sharply. "How do you think she's gonna feel once the booze wears off? 'He dragged me home to sleep in his bed when I was at my most vulnerable.' "
She taps again. "Didn't you think about that?"
I shake my head. "No," I reply weakly. I squeeze my mug. What else can I say? All I could think about was getting her so
