Caution : this chapter of the story contains mature themes. These themes will probably continue for the rest of the story
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After Elizabeth Jensen had finished talking to her brother, Clay, she made her way around the party. She ran into Zach again. "Oh, Hey." Zach smiled as he waved at Elizabeth.
"Any luck finding Hannah?" Elizabeth asked him, and he shook his head in response.
"Bryce said he saw her, but that's all I've got."
"Maybe keep looking?"
Zach shrugged. "Maybe she just doesn't want to be found." He looked sad, and this confused Elizabeth.
"Sorry, man."
Zach chuckled. "Do you even care?" He questioned her. "We're not friends."
"You're not the worst person at this school, Zach." Elizabeth smiled, grabbing a new cup. She began to pour some beer into the cup. "And, why can't we be friends?"
"Because we don't talk."
"But, we could."
"That might make Justin mad."
The girl shook her head. "Justin can't tell me who I can and can't be friends with."
And then, almost as if he was on cue, Justin rushed over to the two, pulled Elizabeth towards the door. Justin has just witnessed a terrible event. "Let's go home." Justin spoke frantically. "It's been a long night, yeah?"
"No." Elizabeth whined, running her hands up Justin's chest. "I wanna stay."
"Come on, Eliza." Justin grabbed her hands. "We should go home. I don't feel like staying any longer."
Elizabeth could tell that he was serious. She nodded, and followed him out of Jessica's house. "What's wrong, Justin?" Elizabeth asked as she got into Justin's passenger seat.
"Nothing." Justin sighed as he started his car, beginning to drive it to Elizabeth's house.
"Well, obviously something's wrong." Elizabeth snapped at him. "You just fucking dragged me out of the party I was having fun at."
