scanning addresses for the right frat house. Lex had never been to visit Kevin before, and was struggling to reconcile the setting Kevin had described over the phone with the real-life college block they were wandering down now.
“It’s right there, Alexis,” Kate responded, pointing at the big brick building directly in front of them. “Are you ready?” Kate adjusted her own shirt, pulling uncomfortably at the stretchy, shimmery green material in the humid heat. She noticed Sierra was doing the same thing, and Kate smiled to herself.
Alexis had insisted upon outfitting them all for the party, which meant Kate and Sierra were both uncomfortably stuffed into shirts borrowed from Alexis’s suitcase. Kate’s was far tighter than she would usually wear, and she felt like she was squeezed inside a roll of duct tape. The electric blue strapless shirt Sierra was wearing was a few inches too short for her long frame, but pulling it down to cover her belly risked a full-frontal boob flash. Sierra squirmed to try to shrink herself to fit into it.
There was a mob of people on the porch outside the frat house, several of whom looked drunk already. As the three girls made their way up the steps toward the front door, a scrawny guy shouted out a second-floor window. “Caitlin!” He was waving at Sierra out the window, so she timidly waved back.
She crinkled her forehead at Alexis and Kate. “Who is that guy?”
They shrugged, and proceeded into the house. Inside, the living room—if you could call it that—was packed. It was humid and hot, and the music was so loud they couldn’t hear their own voices. Alexis led them through the room, scanning for Kevin in the crowd. He was nowhere to be found on the main floor, but Alexis found herself stalked by potential suitors as she made her way through the kitchen and den. She was constantly cut off by guys who looked first at her chest, then at her face, and usually said something along the lines of, “Where have you been all my life?”
Alexis seemed flattered at first, but quickly bored of the cheesy line. “Kevin chose this over me this summer?” she mused, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Sierra shrugged, clearly unimpressed by the party.
Kate’s left butt cheek was squeezed as they made their way upstairs, but when she turned around to see who it was, all she saw was a guy and girl making out a few steps below her. Sierra’s window friend appeared out of nowhere when they got to the second floor. He wrapped Sierra in a big hug and said, “I was hoping you’d come!”
“Babe, I think you’re mistaking me for someone else,” Sierra said gently, prying the guy’s hands off her back.
“Get lost, loser,” Alexis said with more force. When the guy just stood there staring, she said, “Seriously, freak. You don’t know her.”
“Lex,” Kate cautioned. “Be nice. He’s just confused.”
“He’s drunk,” Alexis said. “So he’s acting stupid. I don’t want him to touch my friend and use booze as his excuse. It’s vile.”
The guy chuckled, then wandered off down the hall. He yelled back, “I’ll find you later, Caitlin. We have catching up to do.” He blew a kiss at Sierra, and they all burst out laughing. The guy laughed too, confident that he was in on the joke.
“Ick.” Kate shuddered. “Creepy.”
They peeked into each of the rooms on the second floor, but found no sign of Kevin anywhere. A group was playing Twister in one room, and Alexis knocked one guy down when she shoved the door open. “Oops.” She looked amused rather than apologetic. Continuing their climb up to the third floor, Alexis said, “What if he’s not here yet?”
“Then we’ll wait for him,” Sierra promised. “We can dance and hang out. We’re meeting Adam here, anyway, so we have time to kill.”
The third floor was quieter than the lower levels, and each of the rooms they peeked into were either empty or had small clusters of people who were listening to
“It’s right there, Alexis,” Kate responded, pointing at the big brick building directly in front of them. “Are you ready?” Kate adjusted her own shirt, pulling uncomfortably at the stretchy, shimmery green material in the humid heat. She noticed Sierra was doing the same thing, and Kate smiled to herself.
Alexis had insisted upon outfitting them all for the party, which meant Kate and Sierra were both uncomfortably stuffed into shirts borrowed from Alexis’s suitcase. Kate’s was far tighter than she would usually wear, and she felt like she was squeezed inside a roll of duct tape. The electric blue strapless shirt Sierra was wearing was a few inches too short for her long frame, but pulling it down to cover her belly risked a full-frontal boob flash. Sierra squirmed to try to shrink herself to fit into it.
There was a mob of people on the porch outside the frat house, several of whom looked drunk already. As the three girls made their way up the steps toward the front door, a scrawny guy shouted out a second-floor window. “Caitlin!” He was waving at Sierra out the window, so she timidly waved back.
She crinkled her forehead at Alexis and Kate. “Who is that guy?”
They shrugged, and proceeded into the house. Inside, the living room—if you could call it that—was packed. It was humid and hot, and the music was so loud they couldn’t hear their own voices. Alexis led them through the room, scanning for Kevin in the crowd. He was nowhere to be found on the main floor, but Alexis found herself stalked by potential suitors as she made her way through the kitchen and den. She was constantly cut off by guys who looked first at her chest, then at her face, and usually said something along the lines of, “Where have you been all my life?”
Alexis seemed flattered at first, but quickly bored of the cheesy line. “Kevin chose this over me this summer?” she mused, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Sierra shrugged, clearly unimpressed by the party.
Kate’s left butt cheek was squeezed as they made their way upstairs, but when she turned around to see who it was, all she saw was a guy and girl making out a few steps below her. Sierra’s window friend appeared out of nowhere when they got to the second floor. He wrapped Sierra in a big hug and said, “I was hoping you’d come!”
“Babe, I think you’re mistaking me for someone else,” Sierra said gently, prying the guy’s hands off her back.
“Get lost, loser,” Alexis said with more force. When the guy just stood there staring, she said, “Seriously, freak. You don’t know her.”
“Lex,” Kate cautioned. “Be nice. He’s just confused.”
“He’s drunk,” Alexis said. “So he’s acting stupid. I don’t want him to touch my friend and use booze as his excuse. It’s vile.”
The guy chuckled, then wandered off down the hall. He yelled back, “I’ll find you later, Caitlin. We have catching up to do.” He blew a kiss at Sierra, and they all burst out laughing. The guy laughed too, confident that he was in on the joke.
“Ick.” Kate shuddered. “Creepy.”
They peeked into each of the rooms on the second floor, but found no sign of Kevin anywhere. A group was playing Twister in one room, and Alexis knocked one guy down when she shoved the door open. “Oops.” She looked amused rather than apologetic. Continuing their climb up to the third floor, Alexis said, “What if he’s not here yet?”
“Then we’ll wait for him,” Sierra promised. “We can dance and hang out. We’re meeting Adam here, anyway, so we have time to kill.”
The third floor was quieter than the lower levels, and each of the rooms they peeked into were either empty or had small clusters of people who were listening to
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