Autumn: Claire & Mr. Kaden
"Are you?" Kaden's warm brown eyes studied her, knowing her well enough by now to know when she was just giving him a brush off. He'd also noticed her stiffen some, and it made him check himself, not getting any closer.
It was then, as he inhaled and she sipped, that he caught the scent of the alcohol in the punch and Kaden's jaw flexed. "Dammit," he growled, realizing someone had pulled one over him. It was a matter of pride more than Micah really thinking it was keeping any minors from getting drunk. They'd find a way, one way or another, to smuggle in alcohol and drink it that night. But it was his personal goal to keep at least the punch clean.
Unfortunately, it was some other student or group of students's personal goal to spike it.