Page 58 of Moon Kissed

I twisted around, seeing the sight I expected to see. Edric, Nyx, Orion, and Paxton all struggled to keep hold of Badr, who crashed over a desk fighting to get to Mason.

Turning back, I faced Mason’s open grin. “You’re trying to piss my fates off,” I dropped.

He grinned wider. “Why not? They’re a bunch of self-righteous pricks too, and you feel the same or you wouldn’t have used me to trick them this morning.”

My brows rose slightly. Seemed Mason wasn’t the empty-headed jock I took him for. “In that case,” I said, lips twisting to match his. “Get me a beer. It’s a party.”

Whooping, Mason jumped off. “Coming right up.”

Mason waded through a group of gyrating girls for the cooler. I abandoned my homework and joined them on the makeshiftdance floor. The alpha girls bared their teeth at me, giving me a wide berth, but that didn’t stop me.

I jammed out to the music—shaking and dropping my booty like I was trying to get rid of it.

“Enough!” Edric barked. I had no doubt he was talking to me. “Sit down!”

Bold as shit, I jumped on the teacher’s desk instead. Looking Edric straight in the eyes, I smirked as I did my dance—raunching it up hardcore.

“Yay!” Mason cheered, and despite my loathed status, he wasn’t the only one. “Now it’s a party!”

“Go, psycho, go, go!” they started singing and chanting. “Go, killa, go, go!”

I didn’t much approve of the lyrics, but who was I to deny it was pretty catchy.

“Get down!” Orion belted. “All of you, shut the fuck up!”

A hard force hit me from behind, nearly dropping me face-first on the hardwood.

Ava elbowed me out of the way and started dancing. Before everyone’s eyes, she peeled the hem of her shirt up, and ripped it over her head.

“Whooo! Yeah!”

Another elbow came flying at me and I got the hint. Jumping off, I left Ava to her attention-seeking, smothering a laugh as half a dozen girls tried to climb up on the desk with her.

Please, Luame, if you love me at all, make them break that desk and drop them heels over head on their asses. It’d be the funniest thing to ever happen in the history of ever.

I made my way over to Mason. “What happened to that beer?”

“Sorry, I was distracted by the show. Nice, by the way.” We pushed through to the cooler. “Will I get a private dance tonightwhen we—?” His fingers were inches away from a chilling beer when the cooler shot up and blasted out the window.

“Ahh!”

The desk dancers burst out screaming. Three of them granted my wish and fell off the desk—one being Ava. Everyone jumped back, their eyes wide as cascading cracks brought down the entire wall of windows—unleashing sharp, chilling blasts of air that ripped through the warm and pleasant mood.

Nia just sat there—eyes huge and expression saying she wished she was anywhere but here, because when Dagem saw what we did, we’d be in detention for the rest of our lives.

“Party’s over,” Edric said. He blasted the speakers out the hole in the wall for good measure, ending my second favorite song with a crash. “Sit.”

Party was over indeed. All the alcohol and equipment were shattered on the lawn, and the dancing girls were rushing into their clothes—fighting off the chill.

And none of it made a lick of difference to me. Shrugging, I brushed past my fates, and their dirty looks, and went back to the homework I was trying to get done in the first damn place.

One by one, the others found a desk and followed suit.

“Wait, hold on,” Mason cried. “That’s it? The party’s not over just becausehesays it is.”

“Let it go, Mason,” one of his friends said. “We don’t have any beer, any music, or any naked girls. That’s Dre’s house on a Saturday night, and it’s damn sure not a party there.”

“Hey!” someone shouted. I assumed it was Dre.

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