155-They Say I Am Evil

Helanie:

"Lamar!" I called for him again, and finally, he opened his eyes. This dude didn't even care who was sitting on his lap. The way he could barely blink made me feel bad for him. He was so drunk, and the girls around him were in full control of their senses.

"Hey, don't drag my friend away," Lamar complained, but his voice was barely audible.

"She was anyway leaving," the girl lied, but I shrugged her arm off and pushed her away. Now that I knew he was so wasted that he couldn't consent, I felt sick to my stomach.

"He can't even allow you on his lap," I hissed at her, and she acted like I had said something completely out of the blue.

"Did he push me away? No! So it means consent," she placed her hands on her hips and argued. Of course, she did. That was typical of her. I would've expected such a defense from her. She was Sydney's friend—they don't really care about people around them or their rights.