Page 64 of Freshmeet
Great, I’m going to die to some shitty throwback song.
Headlights flicked on, illuminating my attacker from behind. My eyes widened when he raised his hand above his head, the light catching on the blade of a huge knife. His arm swung, and a searing pain sliced through my stomach. There was a sickening splatter, and I shut my eyes tight, pretending I was back at the bonfire. The pain gave way to numbness, and my muscles went slack.
Screams echoed off the trees as I swayed in the summer breeze.
THIRTEEN
FROM BONERS TO BODIES
CONNOR
The party was fun until it fucking sucked.
Meg rubbing up on me, blowing up our friendship as well as her friendship with Sarah, fucking sucked. Sarah being in a weird standoff with Meg while everyone watched, fucking sucked. But what sucked most of all was the way Sarah deflated and closed herself off after their little chat. All she would do is give a tight-lipped smile and sip on whatever was in her red cup.
I stood next to her, trying to make small talk, but failed miserably. Every insecurity I had about this college thing crept in until I was Sarah’s twin—miserable, buzzed, and ready to leave.
“He hasn’t blinked in the last five minutes,” Sarah murmured, her chin lifting slightly toward Carter, who was watching us with a drunk, vacant stare.
My lips twitched, but I hid it behind the rim of my cup. “A rare skill.”
“Pretty sure it’s his only skill.”
I didn’t love thinking about what of his other skills Sarah may have sampled, but I appreciated the lifeline she’d thrown me. “Not everyone can be as awesome as us.”
“Or as drunk as he is.” She gazed up at me with a cautious smile. “We are pretty awesome.”
“You know what would be even more awesome?”
“What?”
“If we snuck away from the group. Maybe go somewhere decidedly less Greek?”
She nodded, her lips spreading into a genuine smile. “Running away from the Greeks?” She peeked over at her roommates, and they shared a silent conversation. “Okay, let’s go.”
We slipped on our sandals and walked toward the shore. I let her go a few steps ahead so my drunk ass could appreciate her in that sexy as hell swimsuit. It was a true testament to my self-control that I didn’t maul her when she took off that see-through dress thing.
It was too soon for that. I needed to be patient. But there was no harm in looking, right?
Her ass, which was the focus of many a daydream, bounced with each step, the modest cut of her bottoms leaving my imagination room to run wild. The light pink color of her swimsuit complemented her lightly tanned legs. Despite working outside at the camp, her pale skin seemed to repel the sun.
“The sunset is so pretty,” Sarah said, drawing my attention from her voluptuous figure.
Jogging to catch up, I glanced at the pink and purple sky, then back to her beautiful, smiling face. “Yeah,” I said, catching her hand and linking our fingers together. “Makes this whole day worth it.”
Sarah fluttered her eyelashes at me in mock surprise. “Do you mean you aren’t having fun?”
I laughed. “I am now.”
“Smooth, Mr. McCormick. Very smooth.”
“Are you having a good time?”
She dramatically sighed and looked down at our hands. “You know, I never really partied before, and now that I am? I’m not sure it’s for me.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean, I enjoy hanging out with my sisters and—” She rolled her eyes at me. “You.” We shared a laugh, and she shook her head. “It’s everyone else.”
