The Halloween party is in full swing as we make our way up the front steps, passing a sexy angel/devil duo making out against the railing. The guys hand over a few bills at the door, but Haley and I get in for free because we’re awesome like that.
“Think Coop will be here tonight?” Haley asks, adjusting her headdress as the Sig collecting cash doles out red plastic cups.
I don’t have time to answer.
“How would Quinn know?” Bryan slings an arm across her bare shoulders. They’re dressed as Cleopatra and Mark Antony and Haley’s costume is fire, making my black bodysuit look tame by comparison. “Please tell me y’all aren’t joining his fan club? He might be a great wide receiver, but the guy is a womanizing douche.”
Irritation burns in my gut. No way am I going to stand by while he throws shade. Not when his roommate is wearing anEat Mesign. “Where do you get off calling him a douche? You don’t even know him.”
“Neither do you,” he shoots back.
An impish smile spreads across Haley’s lips. “Actually…”
I shake my head. “Drop it, Hales. Let’s just have fun, okay?”
I’m not about to let her dish on my night with Cooper just to prove a point. Bryan’s entitled to his opinion, even if it’s wrong.
Because he is wrong, isn’t he?
Haley hooks her arm through mine and pulls me forward, shrugging off Bryan’s possessive hold.
The house is vibrating as we enter the crowded foyer, and Nicki Minaj is blaring from the speakers, the loud bass rocking the floorboards beneath our feet. The place is wall-to-wall bodies, as if all of Wildcat Nation came out to celebrate the win over Wisconsin. It’s the same all up and down Greek Row, costumed undergrads stumbling from one house to another, plastic cups in hand.
“This is sick!” Haley’s eyes go wide at the sight of a girl who, although it’s fifty degrees out, appears to be wearing nothing but a few handfuls of strategically placed cotton candy. “Mark my words, this will turn into an orgy before the night is over.”
“Did someone say orgy?” J asks, appearing at her side with a lascivious grin. “Count me in.”
Haley rolls her eyes and makes a beeline for the keg, pulling me along behind her. “I need another drink before I can deal with that fool.”
That makes two of us.
We fill our cups in the living room and it’s not long before B and Haley disappear onto the dancefloor, leaving me alone with the three stooges.
“I fucking love Halloween,” J says, grin widening as a girl wearing a sexy gumball machine costume walks past. “I’d stick my coin in her slot any time.”
Gross.
I can’t believe Bryan even suggested setting me up with this guy.
“Don’t be a dick,” Cam says, elbowing him in the stomach. “Quinn doesn’t want to hear that shit.”
“Ignore him,” Isaiah adds. “He’s NSFV.”
“NSFV?” I echo.
“Not safe for virgins.”
Heat floods my cheeks and I take a long sip of my beer, hiding my face behind the stupid red cup.
I’m going to kill Bryan.Painfully.
“Bruh.” Cam shoots Isaiah a WTF look. “Poor form.”
“What?” Isaiah looks from Cam to me. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Virgins are cool.” He gives me a nod. “I used to be one, when I was like fifteen.”
Oh. My. God.
This has to be a joke. It can’t possibly be my real life.
