Chapter 65

*Andrea*

That night, Dave left early and didn't raise the issue anymore.

I sat on my bed, looking straight at the ceiling. Now, things were going to get awkward between us.

“What did you do?” Alison asked; I didn't even realize she was inside my room. I adjusted on my bed, “what did you say to Dave?” She asked again, stepping further in.

“Where's Austin?” I asked.

“He is fine.” She replied and sat on one edge of the bed.

“He ate a lot of ice cream; I hope his stomach is fine.”

“Austin is fine, Andrea; stop trying to run from this conversation.” I inhaled sharply.

“Can't we just talk about it tomorrow?” I pleaded. She shook her head. “No,” she said.

“Okay.” That was my reply.

“So tell me. What did you do? Why did Dave suddenly leave?”

“Why are you so convinced that I did something?” I squinted at her, pulling the blanket over my body.

“It’s obvious,” she said.

I rested my back on the wooden frame. “Is it?” I inhaled a scent of breath, trying to steady my emotions.

“You know how Dave fe