The Brookes

Anna

"The girl that called you outside. She seemed to know who you are. Do you know her?" He repeated

"No, I don't. Why are you asking me this now?" I asked, staring at him in curiosity.

Mark shot me a warm smile "Nothing. Let's get a drink," Mark said and turned towards the bar.

Stopping in my tracks, I stared at him quizzically, wondering what that was all about.

"You coming?" He asked, inviting me to the bar.

Taking a moment to think about it, I sighed with a nod as I went against my better judgment. Since that night eight years ago, I'd avoided anything alcohol, but Mark was starting to act weird and this party was becoming dull quickly. I needed something to take the edge off.

"Fine," I muttered, following behind him.

I had a feeling I might regret it later, but then I'd been making the wrong choices since I agreed to this thing. What was one more? Also, I'd never been able to refuse Mark's invite so far. I was seriously going to have to learn to say no to him.

I took a deep brea