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She enters the dark gym, a backpack hanging off one shoulder, dressed in tight jeans and an even tighter, red leather jacket. The blue and pink lights glint off her buckles and zippers, and my gaze falls to her neck, visible with her hair pulled up.
Then, they drop to the three inches of bare stomach between her jeans and jacket, and my body warms even as relief hits me, seeing she’s here and safe. She smiles, and I follow her gaze to the girls on the bleachers. She walks over to them, handing Coral the backpack.
Coral looks inside, smiles, and then uncaps her flask, trying to keep the liquor inside the bag as she pours more into her bottle.
Lightning strikes the sky, thunder cracks, and everyone howls, something that feels like wind swirling through the room. “Whoo!” they howl.
I move, trying to catch Dylan’s eyes. A lock of hair hangs over her face, but even from here I can see the ease in her gorgeous face.
“You look pretty,” I whisper, but I know she can’t hear me.
Someone puts a small plastic cup in her hand, a shot of something gold inside.
I drift over and stop in front of her, her eyes still cast down at her cup. I ignore the girls on the bleachers to my right.
I lean in, so she can hear me. “You look pretty.”
Beautiful.
She raises her eyes, giving me a small smile.
“Are you okay?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
She holds the cup to her mouth and tips her head back, swallowing the alcohol in one gulp.
“Your dad wants you to call,” I tell her.
“I will.”
She hands the cup back to Coral, and I think she’s getting another one.
“Space those out, okay?”
“I’m not having anymore.” She shakes her head. “I’m not staying.”
She starts to move, and I take a step. “What? Where are you going?”
“Everywhere.” She grins at me. “Have fun tonight.”
What?
She walks away, and Arlet grabs me. “Come on. Dance.”
But I barely hear her as she pulls me onto the floor. Dylan disappears through the doors, and I’m fucking confused, because if she’s mad at me, she’d let me know. If she’s not, then what’s the problem? Everyone’s here. Dylan isn’t a one-girl party. She likes people. Why is she leaving?
No sooner than I get on the dance floor, when commotion bursts through the gym doors, the entire room going silent except for the music.
“We’re here for our traitors!” Stoli announces, flanked by Pirates.
He stands there with at least ten other guys, the light behind them blinding me to the point I can’t make everyone out. Is Kade here?
They run in, the music seems to get louder—or maybe it’s the screams—and I hear footfalls descend the bleachers.
People run and shout, angry but also excited by it.
I catch Farrow by the arm. “No weapons!”
