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“Don’t wait up.” She turns on her heel and saunters across the room, heading up a set of stairs.
Not even a minute later, Stephen excuses himself and follows her up with a dark look in his eyes. It makes me wonder how many times she’s banged him.
Talia can take care of herself, but I don’t like the idea of her with Stephen. Not. At. All.
I chug the rest of my beer, tossing the red solo cup to the ground. I open the little baggie, pouring a bump between my thumb and forefinger and sniffing it. I feel instantly better as the shit shoots right through me, kicking in immediately.
Daaaamn…this shit is good.
My body is greedy, so I pour one more healthy bump, and ingest it.
I elbow my way through the throng to the keg and pour myself a beer, silently questioning why I bothered coming. It’s not long before my eyes grow dreary and my heart pounds wildly.
Someone bumps into me. “Watch it, man,” I bark at a kid I recognize from school.
He turns to face me. “Hey, Tommy.”
“What?”
“Did you hear what happened on campus?”
That gets my attention. “No,” I say too quickly, grabbing his shoulder. “What?”
“Someone burned the football field, man. The Sigmas threw a party on campus, and someone… They burned the club president and left some kind of demonic symbol on the football field. They’re saying…” he trails off, and I squeeze his shoulder.
“What the hell are they saying?”
His eyes widen when I don’t release his arm. “They’re saying it was that white-haired chick. Someone claims they saw her wearing a mask but took it off during the fire.”
Oh crap. As if on cue, everyone starts to whisper, the rumors spreading like wildfire.
My palms go clammy, and immediately on high alert, I scan the party for the others.
Where the hell is Didi?
My eyes shoot up, spotting Didi through a beaded curtain in another room. Out of her mind, dancing like no one’s watching as a hippie plays guitar in the corner. There are a few other people on the couch, equally as fucked up, and all staring at Didi.
Where the hell is Remy?
Didi’s wig is still on, but barely. We are playing with fire being here. If anyone saw her, she’d be lynched.
I push my way through the curtain. She’s slowly peeling off her clothes, and she’s running her hands all over her body like she’s made of silk.
I walk over to the couch and kick the drugged-up hippie watching her with his mouth gaping open.
“Everyone get out,” I growl, but no one moves. The strung-out hippie finally looks at me as if he’s just registering that I’m talking to him.
“Out. Now.”
He nudges his friend beside him as I wait patiently, glaring at them to the point it makes them squirm.
He lifts his hands. “Alright, alright. We’re getting out. Just relax, man.”
I wait for them to leave before I take a seat and watch Didi, who hasn’t yet noticed the music stopped. She lifts her head, sees me, and her eyes sparkle. “Tommy!” She jumps into my lap, melting into me.
“Hi, firefly,” I say, running my hands along her sides as she sinks in.
She gives me a lopsided grin. She’s soft and feels good. Although every sensation feels amazing to me right now.
