I stared straight into her eyes, watching them flicker and dodge.
“If you saw my name, then you should know it well,” I said slowly. “So, write it down. Right here. In front of everyone.”
A bead of sweat slid down her forehead. “Why should I write it when I already told you? You did what you did. Why are you doubting me now?”
“I never said I doubted you,” I replied calmly. “I just want to confirm whether it was really me that night. It’s just a name; it won’t take long. Unless you’re afraid to write it?”
Allie's POV
“It’s still you—”
I leaned in a little closer, lowering my voice. “You actually don’t know how to write my name, do you? So, who exactly was the guy you slept with? Whose ID did you see that night?”
Kiera snapped instantly. “Of course, I know! I just didn’t bring a pen because I rushed out!”
“That’s fine. I have one,” I said. “And I’ve got my ID too. Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of the truth.”
“You— you— you—!” she sputtered, but in the end, she had no choice but to write down my name.
She wrote painfully slowly, like every stroke required deep thought. When she finally finished the last letter, I picked up the paper and took a look. Then I couldn’t help but laugh.