Re: Madison | Alastair | Liam
Liam had just been about to turn to Abi and make a snarky remark about how she didn’t put on a half bad party on short notice, when something slammed into him without warning. “Ow,” he exclaimed, with the breath of air forced out of his lungs by the impact, as half of his drink went down his shirt. He looked around sharply, fully expecting to see Mena smirking at him. But it was an older girl, who looked as though she should not have been able to generate that much force unless she meant to. He recognised her only from having seen her around with a look on her face like a sour apple. He knew her type; his sister and her friends were all like that, and he had never given her more than a second glance. “What was that for?” he demanded, hot with humiliation, his shirt dripping beer onto the sand.