He tucks me into bed and when I am snuggled in he turns around and walks to the door.
“Why were you so mad at me when you came to get me?” I ask with a small voice.
He halts at the door with his back turned to me.
“Tell me.” I ask him fearing he is just going to walk out without giving me answers to my questions.
He turns to face me. His eyes catch mine and hold them for a while. The intensity in them normally makes me break eye contact but I hold his stare.
“I was not mad at you Julia. Well not really.” He shrugs.
He is so vague for what?
“What is it? Tell me. I really want to know.” I tell him.
“I saw you there with your hands clutching your arms. You looked so scared and pale. All I could think of was tearing through the party and finding the boy that made you feel this wa
