His face was red, and it was apparent that he had sprinted here from his house. He looked at me in total shock then slammed the door behind him. “What’s going on here, Gemma?” I was stunned silent. I couldn’t have said a word even if I had something to say, which I didn’t. Jess continued, “Why are these people here?” He waved his hand around the room, never taking his eyes off of me. “Dude, Jess,” Greg piped in. He was still holding my hand in his. “It’s just a party. There’s no reason to be so upset about it.” Jess’s gaze turned to Greg, his eyes blistering with anger. “Just a party, Greg? And I’m sure that red liquid in your cup is just fruit punch.” Greg let go of my hand and looked down at the cup he was holding. “It is fruit punch, Jess,” I spoke for the first time since Jess entered the scene. “What else would it be?”
