Lauren stood there, blinking against the light as she tried to spot Jenn in the crowd, when suddenly someone grabbed the top of her arm and spun her around.

“Are you okay?” Michael demanded.

“Jesus, you scared the hell out of me,” Lauren exhaled.

“Are you okay?” he repeated firmly, his hand still gripping her.

“I’m fine.”

“Did he do something to you?” he asked, his eyes darting back and forth between hers.

“Yes.”

In an instant, his eyes turned murderous as he straightened, releasing his grip on her as he turned to scan the party.

Lauren stuck out her chin. “But I wanted him to. I liked it.” It wasn’t entirely true, but for all intents and purposes, it seemed fitting.

His eyes flashed back to hers. “Lauren, what the hell did you do?”

Her stomach turned uneasily. He never called her Lauren. Ever.

And in that moment, she began to second-guess her decision to take Jenn’s advice. She felt the bravado leave her body. “Not that. Not what you’re thinking,” she said meekly.

His eyes softened ever so slightly, but Lauren could tell by the set of his jaw that he was still fighting to keep calm. “Mark Valero?” he nearly hissed at her. “I don’t get it. I’ve never seen you talk to him. You never even talk about him. Since when are you interested in this kid?”

Lauren shrugged. “Since tonight, I guess.”

He studied her for a moment before he asked, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not that much,” she said, feeling more and more regretful as the seconds passed.

Michael shook his head before he turned to scan the party once more. Lauren followed his gaze to where Mark was standing with his friends. He bumped fists with one of them before another handed him a beer, and then a third came up behind him, clapping him on the back and saying something in his ear that made both boys laugh.

“And now he’s done with you?” Michael said angrily, whipping back toward Lauren so suddenly that she flinched. “He’s just gonna go back her stomach"> shoulderto the party? He can’t even hang out with you for a little bit?”

Lauren bit her lip and looked down. When he put it that way, she couldn’t help but feel kind of stupid.

“Good choice,” he added, his voice livid. “Brilliant pick. He seems like a real fucking class act.”

“There you are!” Jenn said cheerily as she came out of nowhere and grabbed Lauren’s hand. “Excuse us.” She smiled up at Michael before she dragged Lauren into the other room.

As soon as they were out of sight, she spun toward Lauren. “So, what happened?”

“With Mark?”

Jenn rolled her eyes. “I can figure out what happened with Mark,” she said, purposely giving her the once-over, and Lauren felt her cheeks get hot as she started combing through her hair again. “I meant with Del.”

“Nothing happened. He’s really mad.”

Jenn smiled. “Good.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Lauren said, shaking her head. “I don’t think this was a good idea. I think he’s really mad at me.”

“No. He’s mad at himself for not being the one in the room with you.”

Lauren glanced over her shoulder skeptically, but Michael was gone.

“Now,” Jenn said, pulling her attention back. “We get another drink, and we let him come to you. Moth to a flame, baby,” she said with a smile. “And he will.”

Jenn dragged her back to the keg that was set up in the kitchen so they could get another drink, and then they sat on the coffee table in the living room, sipping their beers. Jenn made small talk with the people around them, and Lauren followed suit, but every few seconds, her eyes would scan the crowd, looking for Michael.

She couldn’t see him anywhere.

After about a half hour with no sign of him, Lauren finally decided that he’d probably gone home.

She looked down, awkwardly playing with the lip of her plastic cup. This was bad. She had to fix this. She’d call him when she got home, she promised herself.

But what the hell was she going to say?

Lauren looked up again, scanning the kitchen one more time, and she found Mark standing in line for the keg with two of his friends.

Michael had been right. It would have been nice if he’d at least hung out with her for a little bit afterward.

She was an idiot.

And just as the thought crossed her mind, she saw a crowd of people part as someone entered the kitchen from the opposite side.

Her heart leapt into her throat when she realized it was Michael.

He moved quickly, passing everyone who was waiting in line for beer as he walked right up to the keg, cutting in front of Mark and grabbing the tap.

“Whoa, buddy,” Mark said. “There’s a line—”

Instantly Michael whirled, punching Mark in the face so hard that his feet came off the floor before he crashed back against the boy behind him and tumbled to the ground.

Lauren gasped loudly as she jumped up off the coffee table, her beer splashing to the floor. The sound—the sickening, cracking thud as his fist connected—carried all the way to the living room. She knew she’d never forget that sound.

Within seconds, people were hat’s going on with you and Del?”ck you toscattering everywhere, most moving away from the scene as Mark’s friends moved toward it, some of them trying to help him off the floor while the others tried pulling Michael away.

Lauren ran toward the kitchen, immediately noticing the blood on the floor as she entered. It was everywhere, looking like it was coming out of Mark’s mouth or nose.

And then her eyes were pulled to the sudden, sharp movement of Michael ripping free from the boys who held him as he charged Mark again.

“Stop!” Lauren screamed, launching herself on top of the island counter that stood between her and the chaos, knocking over several bottles in the process. “Stop it!”

She tried to take his face in her hands, tried to get him to look at her, but his forward motion caused her to lose her balance. She flew backward, gripping the front of his shirt to steady herself as she landed on her backside on the countertop, sending a few more bottles shattering to the floor.

“Michael!” she screamed. For the first time since she’d known him, she felt a genuine flash of fear. He looked crazed, not even present.

“Michael, please!” she cried, feeling the tears building behind her voice.

He grabbed her wrist firmly, his eyes darting to hers, and once he realized who was gripping his shirt, she saw his eyes soften slightly. In that moment of hesitation, the boys that were behind him grabbed him again, yanking him out of her grip and restraining him long enough for the other boys to get Mark out of there.

Lauren sat on the counter surrounded by broken glass, her chest heaving and her eyes wide.

“Relax, bro! Relax!” one of the boys was yelling as a third ran to help them restrain Michael.

Lauren’s eyes were locked on him as she watched him scan the scene, taking in the people backing away, the blood on the floor, the arms fighting to control him.

He jerked forward again, breaking free from the boys, but this time he moved toward Lauren.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said through labored breath, extending his hand to her.

Her body was shaking with adrenalin, her breath coming in gasps. She glanced over at Jenn, who was standing on the threshold of the kitchen, both hands clamped over her mouth and her eyes wide.

For a moment, it looked like she regretted the advice she’d given Lauren.

But then Michael grabbed Lauren’s hand and pulled her off the counter, towing her out of the room, and as he dragged her past Jenn, she dropped her hands and smiled. “This is it. Call me,” she whispered quickly as Lauren passed her.

As soon as they were outside, Michael released her hand as he tore down the driveway, and Lauren walked double-time to keep up.