I walk over to them. “Excuse me?”
They both turn to look at me. “I know you.” I point at the brunette that I’m not here for.
She bites her bottom lip and looks me up and down. “I don’t know you.”
I chuckle. “Well, not officially.” I hold out my right hand. “I’m Deke.”
“Brynn.” She introduces herself.
“You work at Silence.”
She nods her head quickly and shakes my hand. “Yes, I do. You’ve been there?”
“I have,” I say to the girl who had asked me to help her. Brynn was strapped in a straitjacket and sitting in a tub full of black water.
“She’s been doing that job for two years now,” the other girl says, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know why she does it.”
“What can I say?” Brynn smiles. “I like being restrained and held under water.”
“Dear lord.” Her friend sighs. “You need to fire your therapist. He is not doing you any favors.”
Brynn laughs. “Oh, he gives me favors all right.”
“Did I hear something about restraints and water?” An arm drapes over my shoulders, and I look over to see Shane now standing with us. His eyes start at her red heels and work up her white skinny jeans and black V-neck tank top that shows off her impressive cleavage. She wears a black choker and a smile on her pretty face. “I’m sad I missed it.”
She takes a drink from her straw. “Well, we get to keep our props.”
Shane chuckles and takes her hand. “Let me get you another drink while you tell me all about it,” he says, pulling her away.
I turn to the girl who I came here for. “Melissa.” She holds out her hand. She tilts her head to the side. “I’ve seen you around campus.”
“Really?” I ask. “Do we have classes together?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I’ve seen you with my brother.”
“Oh, who is your brother?” I play dumb.
“Seth. Seth Wilson.”
I nod my head. “Yeah. Yeah. He’s friends with some of my teammates.”
Her face lights up. “You play football?”
“No. I’m on the swim team at UT.”
“That’s awesome.” She smiles up at me. “My boyfriend is too. Maybe you know him? Peter.”
Yes, unfortunately, I know that fucker. I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket and pull it out. I drop it on purpose. “Shit.” I hiss.
“I’ll get it.” She leans over and picks it up for me.
“Thank you.” I laugh. “Had a little too much to drink.”
“It happens.” She lifts her cup to her lips and takes a sip.
I look down at my phone and open my messenger.
Cole: Are you almost done? I can’t talk shit with this girl anymore. Fuck, this is why I never hung out with people at parties.
