Emily's POV

“I'll get an Uber. See you on Monday.” I said to Freda as soon as we got out.

“I don't trust anyone at this time of the night.” She protested, still holding me by the hand.

“You know what?” I asked, looking at her. “Same here. I don't trust you, don't trust anyone in that party, and I think I'll better look out for myself.” I said to her,

“You don't mean that.” She said in disbelief.

“I do. I mean every bit of what I've said. Please leave me.” I wrangled my hand out of hers.

I heard her exhale a couple of times.

The guy who...