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another shot?” she asked and
the idea made my stomach turn again.
    “I think I’ve had enough.” I replied,
embarrassed. She frowned at me and Jeff looked disappointed but he
seemed to already move on to flirting with Becka.
    “Call me tomorrow! We party like this all
weekend!” she yelled over the music and everyone around her
cheered.
    “Okay” I said and made my way to the exit. As
soon as the cool night air hit me, I felt more energized. I pulled
out my phone to call my aunt who had not seemed to notice I did not
come home after school. The phone lit up before I could dial. The
caller I.D. read ‘unknown caller’ and I knew exactly who it
was.
    “What?” I answered angrily, the alcohol
making me feel bolder than usual.
    “You look like you have had too much to
drink.” Mr. Honor replied, his tone bordering on angry. I glanced
around the parking lot. He was leaning against his car a few rows
away from me.
    “I can take care of myself, but thanks for
your concern.” I shot back and I could see him smiling.
    “I’ll give you a ride.” He answered coolly. I
rolled my eyes but decided I did not have much of a choice. All of
my friends were entirely too drunk to drive.
    “Fine” I replied, and hung up the phone. I
tried my best to look angry but he continued to grin and all I
could think about was kissing him again. He opened the passenger
door and slid into my seat as gracefully as I could manage.

Chapter Eleven
    We rode in silence for a few minutes as we
made our way down the main strip. The streets were overflowing with
people who were out having a good time. I wrapped my arms around my
waist wishing I had eaten dinner before drinking.
    “Have fun?” Mr. Honor asked as the muscles
flexed over his clenched jaw.
    “I had a great time.” I replied with more
attitude than necessary. He stared ahead choosing not to respond.
“Where are we going?” I asked after a few more minutes of
uncomfortable silence.
    “Back to my place, you need to eat
something.” He said as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
I thought about protesting but I was starving. I knew my aunt would
not have much in the way of food at her house.
    “I need to call my aunt. If she comes home
and I’m not there…” I said as I dug my phone out of my pocket. He
reached over placing his hand on the phone before I could dial.
    “Send her a message. Tell her you are staying
at a friend’s house. It won’t look good that you’re hanging out
with your teacher.” He glanced at me, waiting for my approval. I
nodded and he withdrew his hand. I sent a quick message letting her
know I was spending the night with Becka. I could always say we had
a change of plans when Mr. Honor took me home later on. I slipped
the phone back into my jeans just as we arrived at the old
warehouse. He parked the car and sat for a moment, thinking
something over. Whatever it was, he did not share it with me. I
felt incredibly nervous around him now. I pushed my door open and
waited for him. He motioned for me to go up the stairs, placing his
hand on my back as I walked. His touch was electric against my
skin. I bit my lip and tried to think of anything besides his
touch. As we made our way inside he went to the kitchen and began
pulling things from the refrigerator. I sat down at a barstool at
the island and watched him work.
    He prepared a sandwich with a side of egg
salad and a large glass of water. I waved the drink away but he
pushed it closer, giving me a stern look. I picked up the sandwich
and took a small bite.
    “Thank you” I said quietly before taking
another bite. He nodded, running his hands through his dark hair.
He grabbed the bottle of liquor that still sat on the counter and
poured a drink. I watched as he gulped it down and filled another,
repeating the process several times. “I’m sorry…about earlier.” I
whispered, avoiding his stare. He shook his head and thought for a
moment before responding.
    “I’m the one who