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It takes a bit of driving around and taking random turns in the logical directions, but eventually I find an area that’s familiar to me.
It’s near sorority row. I recognize the bakery on the corner where I fantasized about spending lazy Saturday afternoons sipping French roast and enjoying one of their delicious chocolate chip muffins while I worked on a paper.
That was if I got into one of the sororities I wanted to rush, but I didn’t.
Part of me wanted to make it for the experience and the connections, and the other half desperately wanted to get in since it would be cheaper to live in a shared bedroom at the sorority house than to split an apartment with a roommate.
Unfortunately, they were looking more for a stylish “scientist Barbie” than an actual aspiring molecular biologist.
Don’t get me wrong, I like cute clothes and garden parties, and I’d wear the hell out of those pastel dresses they seemed to like, but I think there was a disconnect in the images we project. The sorority sister who got roped into talking to me for more than a smile and a hello at the top house didn’t say so, but I’m pretty sure I was disqualified based on my social media presence alone.
That’s okay, it all worked out.
I do miss my fantasy Saturdays, though. I’m convinced they would have been great.
Thinking about that gets my mind off the frat guys who may want to murder me, and before I know it, I’m approaching my apartment building.
I’m getting really tired now that I’m this close to my own bed, too.
All that’s happened tonight flashes to mind like the first scene on a highlight reel, but I don’t have the capacity to process all of it, so I don’t try.
My building doesn’t have a parking garage, just a lot with too few spots for all the people that live here. As late as it is, there aren’t any left, and I feel guilty when I have to drive back around and park on the street. Killian has a nice car and I’ll feel terrible if anything happens to it.
Just as I turn the car off and reach for my costume in the passenger seat, I notice movement in the rearview mirror.
My eyes widen and my heart stops. There isn’t time to panic, though. The man saunters right around the car and stops by the driver’s side door.
I swallow, looking up at him, dread coursing through my entire body as his cool, blue-eyed gaze meets mine.
“Nice car,” he says, his voice dry enough that I can tell he knows it’s not mine.
But does he know that because he’s a friend of Killian’s who knows what his car looks like, or because he’s a Rho Kappa who saw me in it with Killian earlier?
“You must be the virgin sacrifice.”
Well, that’s just embarrassing.
Doesn’t clear up which brand of asshole he is, either.
I’m not sure why I’m so certain since I didn’t see all their faces, but I don’t believe he’s one of the guys in hoods I encountered at the frat house. There’s something about him—an ease, a cockiness. Something that seems to sort him into a category I’m assigning to Killian’s friends.
Not that I’ve met many of them, but I met Killian and his masked accomplice, and if this guy’s a third one… I’m confident in my swift judgment of the set of them.
Plus, there was something decidedly different about Kyle’s gang. They were the ones trying to pull off a murder plot, but they didn’t feel quite capable of it.
The guy standing on the other side of the door does. In fact, I have a hunch if he wanted me out of the car, I’d already be out of it, and that alone seems to settle my nerves.
“Are you…?” I hesitate, unsure what to say.
“A friend of the guy whose car you stole? Yes.”
My shoulders relax ever so slightly. He could be lying, but I believe him.
So I grab my costume and push open the door. He takes a step back to make room for me as I climb out, and my gaze drifts to what he’s wearing.
He’s dressed neatly in a pair of dark-colored slacks and a pale blue button-down with a nice leather belt and matching loafers. The top couple of buttons are undone and his shirt has a pocket with a pair of glasses hanging off it. I try to picture him in any glasses and can’t quite envision it, but especially these. They don’t look like they would suit him at all.
“Those don’t do much good on your shirt, you know.”
