Page 278 of Obsession

I looked at Harris, even though I didn’t need his permission to dance.

He opened his mouth, but another voice calling his nickname stopped him. A boy who looked no older than sixteen made his way out of the crowd, running up to Harris and giving him a brotherly hug when he reached us.

“I thought I told you to stop coming to these parties,” Harris scolded, ruffling his hair.

“Yeah, like you could stop me,” the boy grinned, making Harris laugh.

He had brown hair and was quite tall, but he was younger than us and it was easy to tell.

“Is this Katherine?” he asked Harris.

Okay, did everyone know me?

Harris nodded and confirmed silently.

“Nice to meet you, Katherine,” the boy said, extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you too…”

“Keith,” he said.

“Keith,” I repeated as I took his hand and gave him a smile.

I already liked him. One of my New York friends was also named Keith, but I hadn’t seenmy Keithsince the Decepticon fast food fiasco.

“Okay, you’re done, Casanova, go away,” Harris said with amusement, yanking his hand out of mine.

We all laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, a lot of people to meet. Kath, you’re coming to dance with me,” V ordered impatiently, tugging on my arm.

Harris turned serious and scowled at her.

“Oh, come on, no one’s going to steal her away from you.”

V rolled her eyes, which made me giggle. I realized that I really wanted to dance, and for the first time since our arrival, I listened to the music. Upstairs on one of the balconies, a DJ was spinning Eminem’sWhite Trash Party.

Before he could contradict her, another group of boys barged into our group, grabbed Harris by the shoulders and greeted him.

“See? You’re busy,” V said, pointing to the new boys around us.

They all looked at me, but I’d had enough of meeting people.

Mike snapped his fingers in front of one guy’s face to get his attention. I could read my name on his lips, but I didn’t hear it. Everyone automatically averted their eyes as Harris watched them intently, waiting for that exact reaction.

Hell, everyone present seemed to know whoKatherinewas, and my name was now associated with danger to anyone who wasn’t Harris Elay Stone.

Some might have seen me on the tracks, too, but my hair was blonde then, and no one had introduced our couple like Mike had earlier.

“Come on, Harris, she’s your girlfriend, no one’s going to touch her,” Keith said, putting an arm over Harris’ shoulder while discretely winking at me.

The kid seemed to get a free pass from him.

The only person being treated like a five-year-old in this equation was me.

Harris sighed.

“Don’t let her out of your sight,” he threatened V.

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