EMMA’s POV :

“Emma?”

Mr. Hayes’ voice kept ringing in my ears and I was rendered mute. My brain and body were too tired from the party that I thought I was sleepwalking.

“Mr. Hayes…?” my small voice croaked as I squinted my eyes to get a better look at him.

“What are you doing here?” Mr. Hayes’ tone was serious and demanding.

“I’m… walking home,” I replied casually.

He looked at me up and down, and somehow he looked pissed ...