Isabel sighed and reached over to pat his shoulder.
"Here's something you have to understand about girls, Peter." She downed the rest of her second drink. "If you even give the tiniest little hint that you don't want to do something, it gets blown up to you being a jerk." She nodded and grabbed his glass of tequila, taking the shot quickly.
"I'm not saying that she's right. I don't know the whole story, really. I just know from experience that in her head you basically were repulsed by the thought of spending time with her. And there's NOTHING you can do that will change that." She smiled and patted his shoulder again.
"But, just because one person thinks you're a jerk doesn't mean everybody thinks you're a jerk."