Page 87 of The Cheerleader is Off Limits

She doesn’t drink. What is your deal!

Me:

You’re out drinking at a party at seventeen, and you’re asking me what my deal is?

Margot:

You act like this is new! I’m not even drunk.

Me:

I would just feel better if I could take you home. This party looks out of hand, and I don’t want you there if the cops get called.

Margot:

Do you think they will?

Me:

I don’t know. You want to risk it?

Margot:

Give me five.

Sloane, who was staring at my screen, darts her eyes to mine. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can find?—”

“No,” I tell her. “You are probably ten times drunker than she is, and she’s with her best friend. I am not leaving you alone to get home on your own.”

I pull up the text with Sam only.

Me:

There are A LOT of cars out here.

Sam:

No one is driving who’s been drinking, Coach. Swear.

Me:

Do you want someone to get hurt, and then it’s on your hands because they were at your house? I don’t know the legalities, but you could be held liable.

Sam:

A lot of those cars are DDs, and some of them are staying the night. My dad’s a lawyer. I know the rules lol

Me:

But you don’t know not to throw a party of seventy-five plus people when you’re all underage?

Sam:

Everything’s fine. I swear.

I see movement next to my car, and then I notice Margot standing by the passenger-side window, looking at Sloane before looking at me, then climbing into the back seat.

“Okay, what the f?”