I bump into Lorenzo in the empty hallway, coming from the Ravenclaw party. He stares at me up and down in which I took as offensive. “Save it, Berkshire. I don’t want to hear your opinion.”

He shook his head. “I’m not going to insult you.”

“Why are you acting like a gentleman tonight?”

He shrugs. “Nah. Just don’t care to.”

I scoff, “That’s because you don’t have a good one-“

A breath of shock escaped me when he grips my neck, pulling me closer to him. “You look like a slut in that dress.”