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“My drink!” I laughed as my Bramble splashed over the rim and onto the back of my hand.
“Here, let me.” Layla held out her manicured hand, waggling her fingers impatiently for me.
With a shy smile, I gave her my wet hand. She circled her fingers around mine and brought my hand to her mouth. I sucked in a breath as she slurped the beverage from my skin, then swirled her tongue to clean up the rest.
“Layla,” I mumbled, embarrassed. I looked around us, making sure no one was watching.
She pulled back and giggled. “Aw, c’mon, babes. We can’t let it go to waste.”
I bit my bottom lip, my cheeks warming with a blush.
She turned toward the stage and went back to singing and dancing. Her hips rocked with the song as she belly danced with one of her hands in the air above her head. I silently stood beside her, my heart thumping against my chest. I shouldn’t have reacted this way to her touching me like that, but there I was, a little turned on.
God, Grace. She’s your friend, and you have a boyfriend you love very much.
“Thank you, everyone, for having us. We’ll see you next time!” the lead singer yelled through the microphone.
We all shouted. A few people whistled, and a woman screamed for him to fuck her. The singer chuckled and walked off the stage, disappearing behind the wall.
I giggled and looked at Layla as she turned to me with a beaming smile.
“They’re up next,” she squealed, and awkwardly clapped her hands while still holding her drink.
I brightened and rocked my shoulders in an excited dance.
Everyone talked and music blasted over the speakers while we waited for Satan’s Priest to come on stage.
“So, are you going to the Halloween party at Tanner’s place?” Layla asked, then sipped from her crystal cup.
I drank some of mine and swallowed, enjoying the strong, fruity drink that tingled my taste buds. My head was a little fuzzy from being tipsy. I shouldn’t have been drinking because I took medicines, but once I got home, I’d just skip it so I didn’t overdose.
“Who’s Tanner?” I asked.
“I didn’t think you’d know him.” Layla gave me a cheeky smile. “He’s a frat boy. He’s throwing a huge party, and everybody who is somebody will be there.”
I rolled my lips. “Mmm. I don’t know. Why is some college guy talking to high-school girls?”
It was weird when older men talked to girls our age. It didn’t matter that we were eighteen. They were often unaware of our age and assumed we were seventeen and below, which raised every red flag.
Layla scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Don’t worry about it, babes. Just go to the party with me.” Concern must have shown on my face as Sebastian popped into my mind because Layla added, “I’ll keep the boys away from you so you don’t cheat on yourwittleboyfriend.”
“Let me think about it,” I sighed.
Everyone in the room screamed and clapped. I looked at the stage, and my breath caught in my throat as I watched Satan’s Priest cross the platform and stop in their designated spots. They all wore black and had white Roman collars at the base of their throats, making them look like priests. Tiny slits in their white masks allowed them to see out, and a red hand-painted, upside-down cross ran from the forehead to the mouth.
Only the lead singer’s mask differed. The mouth and chin were cut out, leaving an upside-down U. He painted the exposed area black with white teeth over his lips to look like a skeleton. The artwork on his exposed chest—more black paint with some white bones—finished off the look.
The band didn’t wave or say anything as they went to their instruments. The lead singer cupped the microphone in his painted black hands.
On cue, Satan’s Priest started to play.
Layla spun around, her eyes wide and the corners of her open mouth lifted in a smile. “Oh my god, they’re playing ‘Little Sinner’! Grace, that’s our song!”
I grinned, squealing with her. We both jumped up and down, and more of my drink spilled onto my hand.
The lead singer began singing, and we sang along with him.
“Won’t you get on your knees,
