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The night air had chilled a few degrees, full of dampness that promised rainfall wasn’t far off. Dozens of kids were on the quad, so despite the darkness, she didn’t feel alone with him. Still, Becca shivered and wished for a sweater.
Drew’s hands were shoved into his pockets. He was walking along the face of the building, and she kept pace with him, glad to be moving.
He didn’t look at her. “You know half the school thinks I’m a ra**st.”
“Huh,” she said. “What’s that like? For half the school to think something about you that isn’t true?”
“Don’t be like that, Becca.”
Unbelievable. What an ass**le. “This is one hell of an apology, Drew.”
“Just what are you telling people?”
She rounded on him. “I’m not telling anyone anything,” she snapped. “I’m not like you. I don’t spread lies about people.”
“Yeah, poor baby. You know what you did. And now you’re walking around, acting like I didn’t do exactly what you wanted.”
That stung, like he’d struck her.
He started walking again, toward the dark corner by the edge of the building.
She paused before following him. There were still kids out here, a few standing under the trees smoking.
“Why’d you do it?” she demanded. “Do you know the last six weeks have been hell for me, Drew? Do you know people think I slept with half the school—”
“Maybe you did, Becca. Who knows?”
“I do.” She pointed to her chest, feeling her eyes burn. “I know.”
He glanced off into the darkness. “Whatever. Like it matters.”
“It matters to me.” Her voice broke. There had to be a reason why he’d done it. Had to be. Would he have spread such vicious lies for nothing more than a stupid whim? That was almost more crushing than everything else.
She swiped at her eyes and forced her voice to be strong. “It matters to me, Drew.”
He didn’t say anything. She heard the distant thrum of music from inside the gym, occasional bursts of sound as students came and went. Wind looped between the buildings to lift her hair and cool her neck.
Just when she was going to give up and go in, Drew spoke.
“I thought you were going to press charges.”
It took a minute for this to sink in. Then she wanted to explode with fury. “But I didn’t! I didn’t want anyone to know! And then school started on Monday, and everyone—everyone knew. They knew about you and me, and all your friends. But they thought we’d—they thought—” She shoved him in the chest. “Why would you do that? Why, Drew?”
“Don’t be stupid, Becca. I have a scholarship to Virginia Tech.” His voice was cruel, his eyes hard in the night. “I wasn’t going to let some silly girl who couldn’t hold her liquor f**k that up.”
Then she got it.
He’d thought she was going to report him. So he’d made her look like a tramp and got his friends to back it up. So if she ever tried to go to the cops, no one would believe her. He was Drew McKay, captain of the soccer team. Who was she?
Just Becca.
And all for some stupid scholarship.
“Now everyone thinks I raped you,” he said, his voice vicious. “Coach kept me on the bench for the game. It’s my senior year. Vickers is on my case. People are calling the house, leaving messages. Someone spray painted my car, Becca—”
“Sounds rough.” She started to turn.
“Well, I’ve made a decision.” He grabbed her arm.
