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Chapter thirteen

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Evonne wrapped her arms around herself as she walked through the woods, wishing she hadn't allowed Abby to talk her out of bring her coat. It was still back in Sam's little black Toyota, she could always go back and get it, but every minute she followed the explosion of music deeper into the woods, the further away the road became.

"Stop that," Abby chastised, unhooking Evonne's arms and giving a satisfied nod at the pale green floral backless dress she had somehow managed to talk Evonne into. Abby went in a different direction; a leather miniskirt and a glittery spaghetti-strap shirt.

"I'm cold." Regardless, Evonne's hands remained at her side.

Sam gave her a slow glance. The walk into the woods wasn't that long, but he was already wheezing, red blotches crawling up his neck. "I like it."

Abby snorted and shoved him away. "Of course you do. Now stop drooling."

"Never," Sam declared with a thud against his chest, giving Evonne what he probably thought was a charming smile.

Yeah, so Abby wasn't that far off. Now, Evonne was beginning to see Sam's obvious interest in her. It was kinda sad. Sam was a sweet guy, a good friend, but the thought of anything happening between them only sent a wave of unease over Evonne. Never gonna happen.

"How far in are we going?" Evonne peered around as she walked. She didn't know this part of the woods, never been there before, but with the torches and fairy lights strung to trees, it was obvious someone went to a great deal of effort to make the woods look almost enchanting.

"Not that much further," Abby shouted as the music grew louder. After another few minutes of walking, the defence of trees thinned until they emerged into a large opening in the woods.

The clearing was overcrowded with loud, intoxicated teens. Smoke hung heavy in the air, either from cigarettes or the bonfire that raged in the centre of the meadow. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces, but no one protested the newest arrivals.

"Beer time," Sam declared, parading across the field to where someone placed a wooden table overflowing with plastic cups. He swiped four cups off the table and thrusted one at Evonne and Abby, keeping two for himself.

Evonne peered down at the dark liquid in her cup. Abby held no reserves and quickly finished the beverage, then wandered off to find another.

"You're not drinking?" Sam asked over the music as he flattened both his now empty plastic cups. He tossed them into a nearby barrow, someone's attempt at a makeshift trashcan.

Evonne shook her head and passed her untouched drink back to Sam. "I don't really drink."

Sam happy accepted her offering. "You're not gonna fit in here, then."

Evonne meekly shrugged. She's never been that bothered with fitting in before. She was never an outcast, or a loser, just someone who preferred to sit and watch on the sidelines. No one bothered her that much before.

Evonne frowned as Sam finished his third drink. "Shouldn't you pace yourself?" For the first time, she wondered how she was going to get home. Sam drove them to the party, it never occurred to her that it was probably a one-way trip. Yeah, the way Sam acted right now, she was definitely gonna be stranded here.

Sam lifted his now empty cup in a weak salute. "What fun is that?" His face was blotchy, but Evonne didn't think it was caused by the rush of alcohol currently circulating his bloodstream.