He had been expecting her since he saw her in the parking lot with his friend. He could only guess that she was here to ask questions about the incident yesterday and the night before.
He assumed she would want answers. But was he even ready to give her one when he could not understand them himself? He was still clueless why he kissed her that night and the morning after.
"She is not my type. It was a mistake." He silently whispered in his mind as he tried to convince himself. It was just the alcohol. He was horny, and she was there available. That was the only reason for his action.
Nonetheless, he remembered how his body suddenly became stiff, seeing his friend's arm around her and how he itched to march toward her car and grab Cole off her body.
"Yeah, right!" His mind appeared to mock him as it squashed his excuses. He was not drunk now. Yet.
