They looked like they were in the middle of some serious talk—or maybe even fighting? Garett’s face gave it away. His brows were so tightly furrowed they were practically touching. I knew that look—he was pissed, no doubt about it.
Elona, on the other hand, looked like she’d just been caught doing something wrong. The way her lips were pouting and her arms were crossed over her chest—I recognized that expression. She was on the defensive, trying to justify whatever mistake she made.
I stood frozen by the doorway, debating whether to walk in or quietly slip away so I wouldn’t disturb them. But going back inside wasn’t an option either. The stench of cigarettes, sweat, and alcohol in the party room had been suffocating me.
Besides, I was avoiding Dustin. He’d been messaging me nonstop, as
