She fell

I walked slowly down the hallway, she was pacing the floor with her phone in her hand. She looked up at me and scowled.
"You can't stop me," she hissed.
Before I could get a word out we heard, "she can't, but I will."
We turned to see Blair in the door way. Her eyes held a cold icy stare that would stop anyone. Except now.
"This is your fault, Blair. You're the reason she's dead."
"If I remember correctly, we all got drunk. If I remember correctly it was all our idea to go out. And if I remember correctly, she fell."
"Get out of my house, Blair."
"Not until I know you're not going to call the police," she spat.
"The hell I am!" She lifted her phone and began to type out 911 when Cole entered.
"Nobody is calling the cops. Put the fucking phone down. Dean get in here!"
Dean slowly made his way in eyeing Cole carefully. I tried to make eye contact but he wouldn't look anywhere near me.
"Alright.. this is what we're going to do..."

For an elite group of teenagers, secrets are not surprising. Unfortunately a weekend of drinking leads to the death of a friend. Because of this, all the secrets they tried to hide slowly get out. And it only gets worse as they realize there's more to their friends death than they thought. But it was an accident. She fell.. didn't she?