"Your boyfriend better show up if he knows what's good for him," Ben hisses, looking around for any sign of Sloan. It's a few minutes after midnight and I'm starting to worry he won't show. Not that I really expected him to.
"I told you, he's not my boyfriend. He doesn't care if anything happens to me," I say, scowling at him.
"You expect me to believe that? He called you baby," he says, kneeling in front of me. "And he's gone out of his way to hide you from us. He's protecting you. He wouldn't do that for no reason. I know this guy better than you think I do."
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. The only reason Sloan knows me is because I took a picture of him that he didn't want to get out. He's only playing nice because he wants to make sure no one else ever sees
