“Are you okay?” someone asks when I stumble.
I turn to find a guy who looks familiar, but I can’t place him.
Is he the one who went upstairs with Violet? No. I think he was playing Never Have I ever.
“I’m fine,” I say, but my words are slurred.
I shake my head a little.
“Do you need a ride home?” he asks.
I’m not sure why a shot of adrenaline bursts through my veins as the guy steps closer.
His face shows nothing but concern. He’s not crowding me or anything, but I still feel a sense of panic rising.
"She’s got a ride," a voice says from behind me.
I'm so relieved to hear a familiar voice. But now my heart speeds up for a different reason.
Giddiness fills my chest even as the voice in my head tries to tell me I shouldn't be elated that my stepfather is here. But my brain must b
