Page 224 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“It didn't matter.”

Ronan laughed softly.

“Every fucking thing you say didn't matter eventually matters.”

Elliot looked down. He couldn't argue. Ronan continued.

“What happened at the bonfire?”

“Nothing.”

Ronan groaned. Elliot almost smiled.

“I mean actually nothing. People drank. Someone brought speakers. Campus police broke it up.”

“Mason?”

“Drunk.”

“Lucas?”

“Also drunk.”

“Dylan?”

“Probably.”

“You?”

“Not much.”

“Why?”

“I drove.”

Ronan’s eyes moved toward him. That answer again. Responsible Elliot. Designated driver Elliot. Good boy Elliot. Elliot hated how obvious his own persona felt when Ronan looked at it too closely.

“Anyone get into a fight?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“I don't remember.”

Ronan stared.

“Actually?”

“Yes.”

“Anyone you knew?”

“Probably.”

“Useful.”

“Sorry.”