Two guys are busy making out with each other outside the bathroom. When they see me, they simply wink my way, then get back to practically mauling each other off.
Well, then.
I push open the ivory door next to them and step in, but stop when I see Colton. He’s washing his hands in the sink, and a couple of girls are fixing their makeup next to him.
He glances up, and our eyes meet through the mirror in front of him. He smiles at me, then turns around and faces me.
The girls, engrossed in a conversation among themselves, walk by me without even looking at Colton and I, and when the door closes behind them, he shoves his hands into his jeans pockets and gives me another smile.
“You’re Cignette Adler, right?” he asks, then scratches the back of his neck as a sheepish look takes over his features. “I saw you earlier but didn’t know how to walk up to you. I mean, you’reyou, and I just…” He chuckles, and it’s so innocent that it’s a little hard to believe that he’s someone who raped a minor only a week ago.
“I’m making an ass out of myself, aren’t I?” he says, and I realize I’ve yet to speak.
I run my fingers through my hair and purposefully mess them up in a way that makes Colton swallow. He drags his eyes over the length of my body, then shifts on his feet, clearly affected by what he sees.
“I am,” I finally say, then bring one of my legs in front of the other. “And, you’re not making an ass of yourself. It’s totally normal to be…nervous.” I lick my red lips, and his gaze zeroes in on them.
“You wanna go over to my place?” he questions boldly, a little out of breath – his shy-guy act totally forgotten. “I’d love to show you a good time, baby.”
Baby.
He’s not even looking at my face; he’s too busy ogling everything below my chin. And that, right there, showcases his true personality to me.
“Is that what you promised Bryce’s sister before forcing yourself on her?” I say.
His head whips up, and he finally meets my stare. I smile at him, and his complexion pales. He all but staggers on his feet in a haste to create more distance between us, and his brows furrow as he now looks at me with a completely different sort of expression.
Fear.
“Wh-wh-what are you talking ab–”
The bathroom door opens, followed by four pairs of footsteps walking in. There’s a click of the lock being secured, and then, a familiar arm wraps around my waist.
“Now, now, sweetheart; you’ve terrified the poor bastard,” Dorran says to me, and when I look up at him, he chuckles, making me do the same.
“There were a couple of guys outside when I came in,” I tell him.
“There was no one there when we got here.”
I sigh. “Good.”
He smirks. “Relax, will you?”
“I’m trying,” I tell him. “I’m more worried about us being found out than I am of watching the asshole die.”
Dorran chuckles again. “Everything’s okay. Don’t psych yourself up; enjoy the thrill of the moment.”
“Thethrill?”
He grins. “It’sintoxicating,” he provides. “It’s buzzing through me right now, and Iloveit.” His eyes gleam, and he looks so dangerous that someone with a sane mentality would want to run away from him. But I – I can’t stop thinking about kissing him until I can’t breathe.
“Pity you have to die,” Alex says to Colton, and his words pull me out of my thoughts. “You’re…I don’t know,cute, I guess.”
Colton moves further away from the 5 of us. “Who are you?” he asks as he frantically glances between us. “Let me fucking go, okay?”
Jayce sighs. “Could you be any more of a cliché?”
Varsha folds her arms across her chest. “Cooperate with us and we’ll make it quick, because you and I both know you’re not leaving this bathroom alive. So, don’t waste our time, alright?”
