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Ignoring the flair of heat in my belly from Micah’s touch, I can’t help but laugh as I watch Taylor attempt to stay on beat. Dancing is really not his thing.
Micah continues to grind at my back, not remotely allowing me the chance to break free.
“Happy Halloween, Angel. I have to admit, I never thought that the nerdy schoolgirl would do it for me, but I would worship you all the same. I feel like I’m about to lose my mind,” he continues.
“You’ve already lost it, Micah.” I laugh back.
A strange feeling washes over me as I settle into his chest. I’m sure I’ll regret it in the morning, but what else can I do? I refuse to admit that his arms feel good around me—out loud, anyway.
“What the hell, Micah!”
A female voice shouts above the music, and Micah’s arms disappear. I turn around in time to see Caleb pulling on Micah’s shoulder, effectively separating us.
London, Genna, and the rest of Zeta Sigma Rho are behind him. London’s red-rimmed brown eyes are glaring at him, and my guess is that she’s the one who shouted.
Micah’s dimples are prominent as he smiles at Caleb. “Hey, bro. I thought you guys were having a party on campus. You should have told me you were coming. I would have had Justin get us a table.”
Caleb’s eyebrows shoot up, and his jaw goes slack. And I’d be lying if I didn’t wish I was fast enough to grab my phone and take a picture. His shock at Micah’s greeting is priceless and, sadly, short-lived.
“We’ve been celebrating Halloween together for as long as I can remember. You break tradition and ditch us without even telling us? And for her?” Caleb asks Micah, sounding almost hurt.
The veins in his arms protrude from his skin, and he keeps tightening his fists, but Micah doesn’t flinch or back down in the slightest.
“Skinner’s rats,” I say, not thinking that they can hear me.
“What did you just call us, bitch!” London’s tiny frame steps forward with Genna at her heels.
I look around at the sea of faces that are suddenly looking in my direction before I realize that she’s talking to me.
“What? Skinner’s rats? Um… Pavlov’s dogs? Harlow’s monkeys? Nothing?” I ask, looking for anyone that understands the reference, but recognition is absent.Whatever.
“Right, so I’m gonna just go and leave you to piss on each other.” I turn to Celeste. “Drinks?”
She tilts her head down slightly, with her eyes still raised to mine and a wicked smile on her lips. “I’d love to.”
Genna scoffs, pushing her perfectly narrow chin out in frustration. “You’re going to let her talk like that to us?” She glares at Caleb and Micah waiting for any sort of acknowledgment.
I roll my eyes. I didn’t say anything remotely bad.
London steps closer to me. “I’m going to fuck you up. The bathroom last year was nothing compared to what we can do to you.”
Celeste cackles—like, literally cackles—at my side. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or the fact that it’s today, but she’s definitely itching for a fight.
I stare down at London in her little Playboy bunny costume and glance at the rest of the girls. They’re all wearing the same costume, just in different colors. None of them are actual threats to me, so I roll my eyes again and focus my attention on their queen bee. I size Genna up from top to bottom, and she ever so subtly steps closer to me.
“Bitch, I wish you would. I’ll finish whatever you want to start,” I say with a saccharine smile.
“That’s enough.” Caleb tries to assert his authority, which just makes me smile bigger.
He’s dressed as Hugh Hefner—house slippers and all.Of course, he is.
I shake my head in mock disappointment. “Sorry, your highness. You don’t reign here.” I make a show of giving him a curtsy before grabbing Celeste’s hand and turn around.
Unfortunately, my exit isn’t a smooth one as I run smack into the middle of Elijah’s chest. My eyes glide over his taut stone body before meeting his storm-gray eyes, and damn if his presence doesn’t stop me mid-step.
“You really shouldn’t have come back, Evelyn. It would be best if you didn’t provoke the situation any further.” He leans down, making sure I hear every word.
“You mean, don’t poke the bear? Already done.” I wink at him with a confidence that I don’t actually feel and involuntarily glance at the open 1970’s button-up underneath his suit jacket. “Thanks for the advice, Tony Montana.” I pat his shoulder and walk around him to head to the bar.
