Owen and I stood frozen, both of us struggling to process what we had just heard.

"This can't be happening. When did you two even get together?"

Owen's disbelief mirrored my own.

"We started dating a month before the SAT!" Bruce replied.

Then he seemed to catch on to something, looking between us with a puzzled expression. "You mentioned wanting to confess to the girl you liked. I thought you meant Mia, but it turns out it was Kate?"

Wait, I'm Mia. How do I get dragged into this?

Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks—I had been a fool. Kate had been with Bruce all along, yet just days ago, she claimed she wasn't into him!

They had been sneaking around behind our backs!

And doesn't Bruce realize Owen had feelings for Kate? What kind of twisted play are they all acting out?

Kate looked at me with wide eyes as if I were a deer caught in headlights. "Mia, Bruce and I started dating a month before the SAT, but we agreed to keep it a secret."

I locked eyes with Kate, my expression blank. I didn't say a word.

It was astonishing how easily people could lie without even a hint of remorse!

Kate's confidence wavered under my gaze, and she nervously shook my arm, laughing lightly. "You're not mad at me for not telling you, are you? I honestly had no idea this would happen today! I thought Owen was into you, and I was ready to help you two get together."

Oh, please! If I hadn't told her I liked Bruce, maybe I'd buy that nonsense!

Now, it seemed like I had to play the hero.

I quickly stepped past Kate and snatched the flowers from Owen's hands.

"Owen! You shouldn't confess to Kate just to get back at me!"

It was a desperate attempt to salvage the situation.

Owen looked at me, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Mia, you're right! I messed up!"

He didn't want to lose face, either!

I took Owen's hand, and in front of everyone, I pretended to be strong as we made our hasty exit from the cinema.

Once outside, I yanked my hand away from his and shot him a glare filled with frustration.

"You seriously didn't know about Bruce and Kate?"

"Don't look at me like that! I didn't hear a single whisper!"

Owen kicked a small stone by the sidewalk, turning to confront me. "Aren't you the one who's supposed to know everything about Kate? You had no clue?"

"Ugh! I've become a pawn in their little game!"

I scoffed, realizing how ridiculous this all was.

Kate knew I liked Bruce, and Bruce knew Owen had a crush on Kate.

They were both my friends and his friends, yet they kept this secret from us. It felt like they didn't even consider us friends anymore!

What a mess!

When I got home, my parents were still at work. I was too restless to stay alone, so I headed over to Owen's place.

He was home alone, too; his dad was away on business, and his mom was still at the community center playing poker.

Owen had ordered three dishes from a restaurant downstairs and bought two dozen beers, ready to dig in.

Without hesitation, I plopped down at the table and started eating.

He cracked open two cans of beer, and we each took one, munching and sipping in silence.

I was heartbroken, and he was just as lost.

We had talked about finding people to date, but here we were, both single and miserable!

The guy I liked was with the girl he liked. It was downright absurd!

I seriously overestimated my alcohol tolerance.

After just one can, I was feeling light-headed, and my thoughts were getting hazy.

"What were they thinking?" I fumed. "And I actually thought of her as best friend!

"They don't even tell me they're together—just treating me like I'm invisible!"

Having stuffed myself and downed some drinks, I was getting more and more worked up as I vented to Owen.

"Your buddy just stole the girl you like, and you're not going to say a damn thing about it?"

Owen, looking flushed from the drinks, replied through gritted teeth, "Dude, Bruce is such a jerk! I've told him a million times I like Kate, and he goes and confesses before I get the chance? And plays dumb about it too! Screw this guy; I'm done with him!"

"Well, I don't want Kate either!" I shot back, cracking open another beer and tapping my can against Owen's. "Let's keep drinking and see who holds their liquor better today!"

Eventually, things got fuzzy, and I was completely lost.

The next thing I knew, I was jolted awake by a sharp slap.

I blinked and found myself surrounded by a crowd of faces—my parents, Owen, and his mom, Miranda Augustine.

"Why did you slap me, Mom?" I asked groggily, rubbing my sore cheek.

"What do you mean, why?" Amanda Rodriguez shot back, twisting my ear and pulling me up from the bed. "What on earth were you two up to?"

As I scanned the room, I realized I was in Owen's room. Wait, how did I end up in his bed?

Owen was desperately giving me the eye, urging me to come up with some sort of excuse. But my mind was still scrambled; I couldn't recall what had even gone down.

"Owen, how did I end up in your bed?" I finally managed to ask after a long pause.

He let out a deep breath, then suddenly dropped to his knees in front of my parents. "Mr. Rodriguez, Mrs. Rodriguez, I swear Mia and I just got drunk. Nothing happened! I blacked out, and so did she. We just went to bed—honestly, nothing happened!"

"You little punk! What were you thinking?"

Without waiting for my parents to respond, Miranda swung a feather duster like a whip, smacking Owen with it, and I winced at how hard she was hitting him.

Great, we got drunk and fell asleep together—now we were in really deep trouble!