Nina
“Nina,” Justin said, shaking my arm. “What are you doing?”
I blinked, shaking my head as I returned to my senses. “S-Sorry,” I said. “Just zoned out.”
Justin was silent. When I looked at him, he looked angry and jealous, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.
“Did you enjoy your dance?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
I wanted to correct him and remind him that we weren’t together as a couple, but for some reason, I was too dazed by my encounter with Eli to speak up. So I simply shook my head and stared at the floor. “Not really,” I replied. “I wouldn’t have danced with him if it weren’t for the social pressure.”
Justin seemed satisfied by this, and before I could stop him, he suddenly grabbed me by the wrist a little too hard and pulled me in. In an instant, h
