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"Nope." I look over at my roommate. "Trayland?"
He smiles like the cat that got the canary, and I want to nut-punch him for it. "Not at all."
"Okay, I'll try it then and see how it goes." She reaches over and laces her fingers through my hair for a second. "Thanks."
"No problem."
Paige gets up from the couch and stretches. All my attention is brought to the way her shirt lifts up and leaves her perfect skin on display. However, when I notice Carter giving me a look, I focus back on the screen.
The second she closes the door to the bathroom, my best friend throws a small pillow at me.
"I told you so."
"Fuck off."
Parties at SCU were always filled to the brim with kids trying to go as hard as humanly possible with no thoughts for possible repercussions. It's why more than an acceptable amount always ended up at the hospital with alcohol poisoning. Everywhere you look there would be someone doing a keg stand or someone else doing body shots. It was intense.
The parties here, however, are much more my style. They're more low-key and with less people just trying to impress others. Except for Charlotte's friends. They are definitely trying to impress anyone they possibly can.
I'm leaning against the kitchen island, talking to Zayn's girlfriend, Amelia, about her pre-law classes, when Jace bends down to say something into my ear.
"I'll be right back. Stay here."
I nod. "Okay."
While I'm listening to what Amelia has to say about which professors are good and which absolutely suck, my attention is drawn to the guy Jace walks up to. I think I’ve seen them together on campus before. He looks like your average student, but older. Maybe he's a senior who has just failed too many courses to graduate yet. Still, something about him rubs me the wrong way.
I tell Amelia to hold on and turn toward Carter to get his attention. "Who is that?"
He looks around until his eyes find Jace. He sighs and shakes his head. "It's no one. Don't worry about it."
"It doesn't look like no one."
I take a sip of my drink and weigh my options until one wins. As I put my glass on the counter and go to walk away, Amelia tries to stop me.
"Didn't he just tell you to stay here?" she asks.
I turn around and shrug. "It's a really good thing he isn’t the boss of me, then, isn't it?"
She looks over at Zayn pleadingly, and he gives me a look that might matter if we were actually friends. "You might want to stay here."
"I don't, but thanks."
He nudges Carter to try to get him to stop me, but he doesn't. So I smile triumphantly and head over to Jace.
The guy he's talking to is at least 6'4" with more piercings than I can count. Honestly, he doesn't look like the kind of person Jace would be talking to. But then again, there's a lot of new things I apparently don't know about him. All I do know is that I don't like the feeling I get when I look at this guy.
"Hey, do you still have my Chapstick in your pocket?" I ask Jace. It's a total copout, since him and I both know I never gave him any Chapstick in the first place, but it works. I turn my attention to the guy he's talking to and pretend I didn't realize he was there. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?"
"Yes," Jace says at the same time his friend says “No.”
He snickers at Jace and puts his hand out toward me. "Rinaldo. And you are?"
Jace steps in front of me. "Leaving."
As he grabs my shoulders and leads me out the door, I glance back at Rinaldo, who smirks as he watches the interaction. It isn't until we get outside that Jace releases me.
"Rude much?"
