CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR
“How long has she been like that?” Ian questioned as he handed me a red cup, full of orange juice, with his arm going around my waist. His gaze assessed the tipsy Peggy switching between drunk-dancing and drunk-laughing on the table, some jocks cheering her on. I was scared of what she could possibly do in that state but whatever was bothering her had everything to do with that new guy who was clearly her mate. I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask Leon and I didn’t feel that particularly close to Andrew, enough to ask him about it.
“About thirty minutes,” I took a sip of the juice, sighing simultaneously.
“Don’t worry, she won’t do anything stupid. I’ve seen her get drunk at parties before,” His words do not even comfort me in the slightest but I chose to let it slide.
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