Abby turned her head so the other two could gather up their wits. She was thankful Leon pulled his pants back up. "I'm sorry," she said again and stumbled a few feet away from them. She felt the sudden and distinct urge to vomit, though she wasn't sure if that was seeing her enemy and the school bigot en flagrante or just the sheer amount of liquor she'd consumed.

She bent over and held onto her stomach, one hand over her mouth. It took a lot of effort to steady herself without a tree to lean on. There was next to nothing she could say to erase that picture from her mind or ensure either of them that she wouldn't be blabbing it to the whole school.

She was too horrified to come up with a reasonable response other than to run back through the woods and find some more booze.