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“Hours?” I manage, shaking my head. It felt like time slowed in that room, but surely—
“Where the hell are you, noob?”
“Uh… by the bonfire?”
I’m not sure if it’s my imagination, or if I can really hear Kat’s frustrated hiss. “Which one?”
“Closest to the house.” My gaze drifts up. That’s not a fucking house. “Mansion?”
“You stay right the fuck there. I’m coming.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Kat huffs in my ear before ending the call. I stare at the screen, shake my head, and put my phone away. While my hand is inside the backpack, it brushes against a bundle of soft fabric wrapped around something hard and square. I grip it, breathing in deep, and then slowly force myself to let go before zipping up my bag.
I still can’t believe that guy thought I was a thief. Or that I was supposed to know who he was.
Wait…
That pitch-black hair. Those cold gray eyes.
I can’t be sure, but I think he might have been one of the guys Kat pointed out on the dance floor earlier.
What the hell happened up there? I don’t have a death wish, but if I’m not suicidal then why in the hell did I keep pushing him? Why the fuck didn’t I just show him what’s in my bag?
It was a stupid question, really. Not only would he have found the pills, but he’d have found my awful past too, neatly tied up in a bow.
He can’t know what happened. No one can.
The thought sends a rush of acid up my throat. I swallow hard, pressing my hands against my eyes until I see stars.
What the fuck are you thinking? You shouldn’t be here.
I promised my dad I wouldn’t leave campus. I swore that I would behave myself… and the first thing I do is go to a fucking rager, take drugs, and antagonize some dude on a power trip?
“You’re grounded, young lady.”
I turn and stare at Kat’s knees for a second before tipping back my head to look up. “Hello.”
“Don’t you ‘hello’ me.” She puts her hands on the hips of her yellow dress. Her hair hangs in wet, navy ringlets down her chest. “What do you think the school board will do to me if I let my roommate OD on her first day of college?”
“Reprimand you?”
She shrugs, turning to stare at the people around us. “Yeah, I guess.” Then she plops down beside me on the grass. “Oh, God.” She grimaces at my bag. “Did this nightmare audition forIt Follows?”
“How did you get my number?”
Pushing her mask onto the top of her head, Kat rummages inside her glittery clutch purse and pulls out a joint. After lighting it, she takes a few quick drags before handing it to me. I probably shouldn’t, but maybe the weed will chill me the fuck out.
“Someone kept calling while you were taking a catnap in my car,” she says, her voice tight as she keeps the smoke in her lungs.
I take a puff of the joint, coughing when the acrid smoke hits my lungs. The second hit is a bit better, but I hand it back to Kat before I can smoke too much. “You answered my phone?”
“Oh, yeah, almost forgot, your dad says hi. Sweet guy. What’s that accent he’s got?”
“He’s from Finland.” I narrow my eyes as I shake my head in confusion. “Wait, you spoke to mydad?”
“Yeah.” Kat studies the joint. “He wanted to know how his littlenappulawas doing.”
