Tequila's POV
"That's your best friend?" Ace snorts as we drive home and I stay quiet, just staring out the window. "If I had a best friend, even if I did something like that he would've never lashed out on me. I wouldn't have allowed him to. That's not a real friend." He changes gear angrily, then as if suddenly noticing I was responding his gaze flickered to me.
"Tequila?" He calls out.
What are my parents going to think?
"Hey. ." he places a hand on mine and I sigh. "Are you okay?"
"I'm doomed." I murmur.
"How so?"
"I'm going to disappoint my parents." I frown.
"They'll understand. ." he tries.
"Understand something I can't explain?" I scoff and he goes quiet. I remove my hand from his, thoroughly irritated and he clenches his jaw.
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Back at home, I felt extremely overwhe
