He faced my biggest bully—and got the best of him. We’re walking away, with Justin looking like the fool, not me. Not me. It’s always been me. How could it possibly not be me? And then the fear settles in, wraps around my stomach, and jumps my heart forward a few beats. Because if I know Justin at all, there will be repercussions. Big ones. Ones I’m not sure I’m ready for. “I don’t have a car,” Sam says, pulling me from my thoughts. We’ve crossed half the lawn, and more mud has mucked its way up my legs, so I feel like I’m wearing tights after all. Sludge tights. “Some knight in shiny armor, right? Whisking you off, without anywhere to take you.” “It’s okay.” I fish my car keys out of the pocket in my dress. “I drove tonight.” We walk to the long line of cars parked on the gravel driveway. I’m not sure why. I can’t leave yet since I’m Alisara’s ride, but at least it gets me away from the party. We reach my car, all the way at the end, and I unlock the doors, grab some paper towels, and begin cleaning the mud off my legs.
