As usual, he was flanked by Jackson, with his bleach-blond hair and wearing a red vest. They looked like they’d just walked out of a comic strip.
“Forget it, June, you look superhot,” whispered Marvin, his eyes on my cleavage.
“Marvin, you have three fucking seconds.” James raised his hand to start counting.
“Huh?” Marvin seemed confused
“Three! Get me a drink,” James ordered brusquely.
“What a dick,” I muttered.
“Just a little advice, White. If you don’t want half the school to motorboat you, maybe you should make an effort next time,” he commented acidly, staring at me.
“Make an effort to do what, Hunter?” I growled between clenched teeth.
“To cover up, you moron.”
He turned around and followed his friends before I could answer.
“You’re talking to me about clothes when you walk around looking like a drug dealer in a back alley?” I blurted.
Amelia burst out laughing, and with the reflexes of a cat grabbed a cocktail from the tray that was being passed in front of us.
“That’s the first one. I’m keeping track,” I told her, mildly concerned.
“James only ever keeps his clothes on for ten minutes, especially at parties,” said Poppy, staring at the meathead’s back as he blended into the crowd.
I didn’t have time to dwell on the absurdity of that statement because I got distracted by a melodious voice I knew all too well.
“Hey, ladies.” We all turned around. “Can I borrow June?” William asked.
I was taken aback by how gorgeous his smile was.
“Of course!” Amelia swooned and pushed me forward like I was a package.
“I wanna show you some of my house. Even though I know this isn’t the best time.”
He looked me in the eyes, and I barely understood what he meant.
“You sure it’ll all be in one piece tomorrow, Will?”
We smiled again even though there wasn’t much to joke about. Some guys were playing beer pong on the kitchen table; others were throwing a rugby ball from one end of the living room to the other without any regard for the expensive vases and light fixtures.
“Your parents must be pretty chill,” I guessed.
“They left this morning.”
I followed him as we walked through the crowded hallways.
“And since they don’t come back tomorrow, let’s just say I have all the time in the world to make up for it.” William’s voice was calm and reflective. It was almost relaxing to listen to him, especially in the middle of this chaos.
“Are you used to throwing parties?”
“James throws them, I just provide the place. His dad’s home right now so we can’t do it at his house. What are you thinking about, June?” he abruptly asked, noticing my expression.
“My mom would hang me from the chandelier if I ever dared to throw a party like this.”
William cracked up. “Our parents did a whole lot worse when we were younger.” He raised his voice a bit so I could hear him over the noise.
