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entertained by one girl licking another girl. I’m too drunk to care though. And the cheering kind of makes me excited. Normally I would hate this kind of attention. But alcohol makes me brave.
    I haven’t seen Gabe or Ty in a few hours, and I wonder where they are. I didn’t figure that Ty would leave my side all night, but I’m glad he is leaving me alone. I’m kind of glad to have some time away from him.
    Nothing will help you forget boy troubles more than some best friend time.
    And alcohol.
    Definitely alcohol helps.
    I bend down and lick the salt off Andrea’s stomach, grab the tequila shot glass, down it, and then use my teeth to get the lime wedge from her mouth. Normally, I would be really grossed out by putting my mouth so close to hers, but for some reason, I don’t care right now.
    Everybody cheers as I spit the lime wedge on the floor.
    The room started spinning a while ago, and somewhere in the back of my mind I know I should probably stop drinking. But I’m having fun. I never let loose like this and for once in my life, it’s nice not to care about anything.
    Around me, I hear the crowd start cheering, “ Kiss, kiss, kiss !”
    I look around to see who they’re cheering at. Then I realize, it’s Andrea and me.
    She grins at me. “Why not?”
    There are a lot of reasons why not, but I can’t seem to think of one of them right now.
    Andrea leans over to kiss me and just before her lips touch mine, I feel somebody yank me back. The crowd boos.
    “That’s enough.” I hear Ty’s voice. “You are going home.”
    “I don’t want to,” I say. I sound like I’m whining. Ugh, I hate when people whine. But I really don’t want to go home yet. I am sick of Ty telling me what I can and can’t do.
    “I am not going to let you do anything you will regret tomorrow,” he says.
    “How do you know I’ll regret it?” I ask, challenging him.
    “I’ll ask you tomorrow, when you’re sober, if you want to kiss Andrea. If the answer is yes, I will let you do it,” he says.
    “Where have you been anyway? I haven’t seen you.”
    “I’ve been watching you. The fact that you haven’t seen me just proves the fact that you’re way too drunk,” Ty says. “If you don’t notice me watching, who else is watching without you noticing?”
    A wave of fear rushes over me at his words. Because I know he’s talking about Brian right now. Ty is absolutely right. I shouldn’t be drunk right now. I shouldn’t be kissing Andrea. I should be trying to figure out a way to end Brian.
    I wish Brian Asher was here right now. I would so give him a piece of my mind.
    He is ruining my college experience. Right now is the time I should be making mistakes—getting drunk, kissing girls, dating guys who are completely wrong for me. Instead, I am looking over my shoulder hoping that somebody isn’t standing there, ready to stab me in the back.
    “I am going to kill Brian Asher,” I tell Ty, as he takes my hand. I follow him through the thick crowds of people, towards the door.
    “I don’t think you will,” Ty says.
    “No, I will.”
    “You don’t have it in you. You can’t kill somebody,” he says. “You’re too... nice.”
    “You’re forgetting, I have killed somebody,” I say, thinking back to the night that Toby was shot and Nicholas was killed. I shot a man. It was self-defense. I shot him to save Toby’s life. But it doesn’t take away the guilt. I try not to focus on that night, because I know that if I could go back I wouldn’t do anything differently. I don’t regret saving my brother’s life.
    “I know,” he says. “But it’s different with Brian. You dated him. At one point, you thought you were in love. Or maybe you really were, I don’t know. But you’re not going to kill him. You can’t do it.”
    He’s right.
    I am not sure if I could kill Brian.
    “I hate the word love ,” I tell Ty. “It implies so much. Why can’t I love somebody now and not know if I love them enough to