"Pussy," Mason says, then chuckles.
"What is it?" I question.
"Nothing you can drink," Ava says, pointing at me like she's my mother.
"Why not?" I argue.
"Because you're too young," she declares, embarrassing me in front of Wyatt.
I glare at her.
Wyatt finally saw me, and now he's going to be reminded of our age difference again.
"Drink your water." Ava motions to my bottle.
Wyatt steps closer and holds out his cup. "You can try mine, but I don't think you'll like it."
"What is it?"
"Moonshine," he answers.
"She's too young. Don't give that to her," Ava orders.
"Agreed," Mason says.
"You two are hypocrites. We all had drinks younger than Willow, so keep your opinions to yourself. She can taste it. Here, Willow," Wyatt offers, shaking his cup, then adds, "Just don't become a drunk. It's not very attractive."
I grab the cup, ignoring Ava's additional remarks, and take a large swig. I swallow it and immediately erupt into a coughing fit.
Wyatt chuckles and rubs my back. He hands me my water. "Told you it was nasty. Here, drink this."
I down half the bottle, then admit, "That's disgusting."
"Good. Don't drink," Mason says, sitting on the trunk next to Ava.
"So, what are you two doing down here?" Jagger asks.
Panic hits me. I nervously glance at Wyatt.
He slides his arm around my shoulder and teases, "Willow saved me from Chelsea. Didn't you?" He pins me with a look that's filled with our secrets that no one can see but me.
I nod. "Yep."
"Dude, I thought she was going to sleep with you tonight," Jagger says.
My gut dives. I freeze.
Wyatt steps away from me. "Decided not to."
"Why?" Jagger questions.
"Something about her isn't doing it for me," he claims.
Mason whines, "You could have told me that. I stayed away from her out of respect. If I'd known you weren't into her?—"
"Eww. You're all so gross," Ava interjects.
"Agreed," I mutter, feeling a tad jealous and angry, thinking about Chelsea all over him all night.
