When I arrived at the party, it was the largest I had ever seen. The mansion was filled with people. The doors had been left open and the overflow spilled out to the front lawn. The driveway went around a large fountain, which a few girls had gotten into. Their shirts were soaked to their skin and their hair was messily rumpled, giving them the wet sexy look. I knew the guys, who stood with their drinks at the side, enjoyed the view. More than a few had that dark promise in their eyes. They wanted sex and they wanted it now. One of the girls squealed as a guy swept her in the air.
I rolled my eyes and pushed past.
Public parties were always considered the best, but this was in a whole new league.
When I stepped onto the front steps, a blast of heat came at me from inside. There were people everywhere. I pushed through the crowd until I was on a back patio. The backyard stretched out with another pool, a basketball court, and a tennis court. There was too much to even look at with all the people, but I could tell the place was phenomenal.
Some girls dashed past me, giggling, while guys chased after them.
Then someone bumped into me from behind. I heard, “Oh, I’m sorry,” before I turned around and saw who it was. I found myself staring in the crystal blue eyes of Adam Quinn, someone whom I had considered a friend until two months ago.
“Oh.” His voice dropped, and he stood there without saying anything else. After a moment passed, he glanced to the side and slid his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
I smirked. He was dressed appropriately with custom-tailored jeans and a loose-flowing shirt that was left unbuttoned. A white tank was underneath. It fitted like a second skin to his abdominal muscles and chest. I saw that he had been working out more, but whatever. What did I care? He had dropped our friendship two months ago, and since Adam was the Golden Boy for our school, Fallen Crest Academy, everybody else had followed suit. No one talked to me anymore, even his neighbor, the one person I had come to consider as a real friend.
I asked, though maybe I shouldn’t have, “How’s Becky?”
He flinched.
A small sense of triumph flared through me, but it was so small, and it was gone instantly.
“Uh,” he looked away before his jaw hardened, and he met my gaze again. This time he didn’t blink. “She’s good. I think she’s dating someone from your school.”
“My school?”
“FCP. You know what I mean. Their school, you’re one of them now, so…your school.”
“I still go to Fallen Crest Academy.”
He clenched his jaw. “I heard something else.”
All senses went on alert. I knew what he was talking about, but I hadn’t known it was already on the gossip mill. This wasn’t good. “What’d you hear?”
