"Because you respected me so much, right, Evan?" she shot back. The truth of the matter was that Natalie hadn't gone out dancing to get to know anyone or find someone who respected her. She had just wanted to be noticed and feel wanted and maybe make Evan jealous when he found out about it. It made her feel better, if only for a little while.
There was a part of her, largely the intoxicated part, that wanted to shout in his face that he was absolutely in there, and that they were going to have lots of drunken sex, and what the fuck was he going to do about it? But, of course, there was the more sensible part of her that looked at Evan and knew she couldn't lie to him like that, hurt him on purpose like that, even if she could pull it off.
"One boy drives me home, and I'm fucking him already, right, Evan? Twenty girls show up looking for you the second they hear you're over me, but ONE shows up for me, and it's the end of the world." Okay, she was exaggerating a little. Blame the booze. She moved aside to let him in. "Go look for your fucking self if you're so concerned.."