Georgie
I sat in the passenger side of the car while Nathan drove us home. It was silent. Deadly silent. You could cut the tension with a knife.
I felt my head drooping occasionally as sleep threatened to overcome me, but I couldn’t let my guard down. If we arrived home and I was asleep, I would have no opportunity to defend myself to my parents. Or any way of convincing them I wasn’t drinking that much (even though the headache that was already establishing itself in my skull was making my whole brain pulse).
“What are you doing?” Nathan groaned frustratedly, finally breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?” I asked. Trying to feign innocence and not wanting to own up to anything that he may or may not know about.
“Why were you at a party with him?” Nathan spat as if it was obvio
