Page 2 of Bitten By Desire
Zoey turned on the flashlight feature on her phone. “So your plan is to stay out here and get eaten by a huge fox? Because I’m definitely not okay with that.”
“Do you really think it was a fox? It didn’t look red to me. Maybe it was a dog?”
“I’m not waiting to find out. Come on.” She looped her arm through mine and started walking down the empty road, her high heels echoing in the creepy silence.
I really wished I was wearing sneakers, but she’d talked me into dressing like her tonight. “Also, if this is a huge party, why isn’t there anyone else driving up here?”
“We’re fashionably late, of course.”
She loved being fashionably late. I was pretty sure it was more fashionable to be on time. “I should have just stayed home.”
“You’ve already eaten enough ice cream for one week.”
“Rude.” I elbowed her in her side.
“Ow.” She swatted my arm. “But seriously, you can’t keep moping around. It’s time to move on.”
“Jackson and I broke up one week ago. I’d hardly say I’ve been moping around that long. And a pint of ice cream a day is just a good source of calcium.”
“Mhm.”
“I mean…it technically is.”I think.I hadn’t checked the nutrition information because I’d been too busy crying into my bowl.
“Trust me, you need this, Emma. The best way to get over a cheating ex is to hook up with a hotter guy from his rival team. As the old saying goes.”
“There is definitely no saying like that.”
“But think about how pissed Jackson is going to be when you take a picture of yourself making out with a striker from the Wildcats.”
“Oh, maybe that was a wildcat,” I said. I hung my camera around my neck and looked off into the trees.
“Like the mascot or…”
“No, an actual wildcat. Like a…cougar. Are there cougars around here?”
“God, I hope not.” She quickened her pace, pulling me with her. “It was definitely a fox. And focus. You can have whatever player you want, but I call dibs on the goalie. He’s the one that asked me here.”
“Great, I’ll hook up with the striker.”
“Really?” She looked so excited.
“No. Because none of that’s going to happen. Because we’re in the middle of nowhere and…” my voice trailed off as we rounded the bend. There was clearing just like she’d said.
“You were saying?”
I stared up at the gothic style house in front of us. It was so big it looked more like a castle. Maybe during the day it was inviting, but it certainly didn’t look that way right now. It was all black with flickering lights in the windows. Were those candles or was the lighting as bad as our cell reception?
“I think I’ll take my chances with the fox,” I said. I stared at the gargoyles on either side of the front door. I knew they were believed to ward off evil. But any house that had them seemed much more sinister. And I couldn’t help but think there was evil lurking inside rather than outside.
Someone opened the front door, ran down the stairs, and threw up in the grass.
Well, at least that seemed like a normal college party.
“We’re definitely in the right place,” Zoey said. “Let’s go find you a striker. And remember you have to take a picture. Jackson is going to freak out.”
I didn’t really care what Jackson thought of me coming to this party. Besides, he wasn’t busy checking my Instagram on a Saturday night. He was much more likely screwing the blonde sophomore with the fake tits like he had last Saturday. When I walked in on him. Because he’d given me a key to his freaking place.Idiot.
I lifted my camera and snapped a picture of the haunted mansion. “You’re right,” I said. “Let’s go hook up with the hottest players.”
