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“Yes!” Lydia immediately said, clapping her hands with excitement. Her eyes practically sparkled. “We’re coming.”

CHAPTER16

ALLYN

“I still think this is a terrible idea.” I muttered as we approached the big white house in front of us. Tamara and Lydia were both much more enthusiastic than I was.

“Relax, Allyn,” Lydia said, strolling confidently to the front door and knocking. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

Yeah, that’s how every horror movie starts.

The door opened shortly after, revealing a tall boy with curly brown hair, soft skin, and a wide smile. He leaned casually against the door frame.

Tamara’s face lit up when she saw him.I must’ve missed this “meeting” she had at the club. Probably during the thirty minutes, I’d been stuckin the bathroom, zoning out.

“Our special guests have arrived,” he said with a friendly grin, stepping aside to let us in. “Nice to see you girls. Come on in.”

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

*****

Hours later, the room was full of laughter and chatter.Everyone seemed to be having a good time—drinking, flirting, and talking.

Everyone except me.I sat on the couch between Lydia and Tamara, feeling completely disconnected.

Tamara was snuggled up with her guy, his arm draped protectively around her. I hadn’t bothered to remember his name.

Lydia had already found company in the arms of another one, kissing him and giggling like they’d known each other forever.

It amazed me how effortlessly Lydia switched gears.

Yesterday, she’d been in bed with a girl. Tonight, she was tangled up with a guy.I admired her freedom, her ability to just live.

I was the only one who refused to drink, which made me feel like the odd one out. Still, I wasn’t in the mood to dull my senses.

I noticed one of the guys had been eyeing me all night. It was getting on my nerves.

I turned to get a better look at him.

He wasn’t ugly—blond hair, blue eyes, average height, lean but not particularly muscular. Decent-looking enough, I supposed. Handsome in a generic sort of way, but definitely not my type.

Maddox isn’t your type either, but you were willing to fuck him in the hallway, last night, right?

The thought made my cheeks warm. My inner voice was relentless.

“Why don’t you stay the night?” Tamara’s guy suggested, breaking me out of my thoughts. His gaze swept over the three of us like it was the most reasonable offer in the world.

“Yes, there’s enough space,” the guy who’d been staring at me all nightchimed in eagerly.

“I like this idea,” Tamara said, her smile widening as she leaned into her boy’s side.

Before I could voice my objection, the doorbell rang.

“The food is here,” Tamara’s guy said, standing up and disappearing toward the front door.

The others dove back into conversation, their chatter buzzing in the background. That was until the sound of voices raised in argument reached us from the front hallway. The tension spiked as the voices grew louder.

Seconds later, none other than Maddox stormed into the room, his presence swallowing up every bit of space. He looked like he’d been dragged straight out of hell, his dark eyes sweeping the room before landing on me.

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