Page 47 of A Pretty Fixation

Jordyn exits and struts to the passenger door of aHonda.

I believe that’s Scarlett’s car. It had betterfucking be her and not some guy.

“Where are you going?” I yell, making Jordyn haltand look over.

Her body shudders. Then a defiant expression mistsher face.

“Don’t,” I caution.

A breath gusts from my lips as she flashes a smirkbefore hopping into the car.

“Drive,” I hear her yell to the person.

What the fuck!

All I can do is laugh in my annoyance because it’sclear she’s pissing me off on purpose.

Well, all right then.

I jump into my car and go after them, callingJordyn’s phone while seething. If that’s a guy behind the wheel, I’ll lose myshit tonight.

“Hello?” she answers innocently. “Who’s this?”

“Drop it. I asked, where are you going? And whothe hell is driving?”

A female’s giggles resound in the background, andmy fury alleviates.

“Is that Scarlett?”

Jordyn scoffs. “Yeah, and she thinks you’re apsycho.”

“Whatever. Answer my question.”

“No,” she teases me and disconnects the call.

Fine then.

I follow Scarlett’s car out of the city, turningoff the main road when she does.

She continues for another few minutes untilreaching a woodsy area. It must be where the frat kids throw parties.

Scarlett pulls into the gravel parking where theother cars are, and both exit.

Stopping next to the Honda, I watch them maketheir way through the trees before leaving the car and walking the same way.

The rap music gets louder the closer I draw, alongwith voices and cheers.

I emerge at a clearing with a fire in the center.

Remaining in the shadows, I scan the crowd forJordyn. There’s a bunch of kids here.

I locate my little obsession, chatting andlaughing with Nichole. Scarlett’s making out with her boyfriend a few feetaway.

A guy I recognize from design class approachesNichole, and they veer off to dance.

I’m about to go over to Jordyn when a redheadsprings out of nowhere, blocking my path.

“Caleb Rosmond.” Her breath smells like shebrushed her teeth with liquor, and even in this low glow, I see an ecstasyspark in her half-shut eyes. “I love watching you play soccer. You’re so hot.It turns me on.” She carries her finger across my chest. “Want to go somewhereprivate?”

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