“Whose party is this?” Deacon asks, sounding bored as hell already.
I really don’t understand why he comes. He’ll nurse a beer all night, play on his phone, ignore every girl and guy that flirts with him, but still he comes. Such a fucking waste.
He’s on his third or fourth degree and graduated ages ago, but still he stays and continues to act like he’s learning something new when he should be teaching the damn courses. Ishake off the mystery and smile when I see the overflowing fat house.
“Are you playing tonight?” I nod as I park the Jeep.
“The only reason I came was for the music. Otherwise, I have a romance novel and vibrator at home that’s more exciting than these idiots.” Cole laughs at me while Dom makes vomit noises, but Deacon tilts his head like he’s trying to work out the puzzle that is Willow Romano.
Good luck, buddy.
I push my way into the house and find the DJ set up, making my way over to Orion, who’s blasting a track I love. I tap his shoulder, and he smiles, giving me a quick hug.
I toss my purse under his tables and sway to the beat while I grab a pair of headphones.
As I wait to take over, I scan the room for familiar faces. I see a few people from my classes, but only being in my second year limits me from knowing the older crowd. I spot Cole and Dom at the bar already flirting with a few women, and smile. I’m not sure there are many girls left on campus who haven’t taken a turn on my cousins.
Then I see Deacon.
Hiding in a corner, half in shadows, watching the room. No wait, he’s watching me. Now that’s new. Why on Earth is he acting so fucking strange tonight?
Orion taps me, and I nod, taking over the decks to do my two-hour DJ set. We’ve been planning this back-to-back for weeks, so all my music is keyed up and ready to mix. I’m about halfway through my set when I feel hands grab my hips. I throw an elbow back hard, knocking whoever it is off me, and spin to confront them.
Some random guy is on his ass looking up at me like I did something wrong. He’s got his hands up in defense.
“Jeez, no reason to overreact, you psycho bitch.” The fuck did he just call me?
I take my headphones off and move in front of him.
“Next time, keep your fucking hands to yourself. Or do you get all your dates by sneaking up behind a woman and touching her without her permission? Seems like you’re that type.” I look him up and down, noticing his designer outfit and rich boy style.
He must be one of the fraternity boys throwing this party.
“Most girls like you enjoy the attention. Why else would you be dressed like that and shaking your ass at every guy that walks by?” Ah, damn, no, I gotta go and fuck him up.
I swing out and catch his nnose braking it in one go.
“OUCH WHAT THE FUCK!”
“Get a fucking clue, asshole. I could be dancing on a pole butt ass naked, and you still wouldn’t have the right to lay a finger on me without my say so. The fact that you’re using what I’m wearing as your excuse screams of a rapist behavior. Smile dickhead, cause you got the right one today. You’re going up on the name-and-shame board. Hope you enjoy blue balls because no woman on campus is gonna touch you now.” I snap the photo on my camera and then grab my headphones to load the next song.
“Are you okay?” Deaacon grabs my shoulders, and I relax instantly.
“Oh, he can touch you, but I can’t? Fucking cock tease.” This gut just doesn’t know when to quit.
“He’s a family prick. I can break your nuts next to match your nose.” He backs away.
“Yeah, I thought so. Bye now.” I wave at the asshole before turning back to the music.
“Thank you. I’m fine.” I say to Deacon, who I can still feel at my back, as I mix in my new song and then set it to play my pre-recorded set since I’m so fucking angry.
“You need some air. Your music is set come with me.” I sigh and let him take my hand and lead me through the house and into the back yard, where the stoners are smoking.
“Ugh, come on. I can’t stand the smell.” I drag him to the side of the house and out of the cloud of smoke that was so thick I’m sure I’ve already got a buzz.
“Your birthday is coming up.” I nod as if I didn’t know, and I’m pissed off for yet another person reminding me.
“I’ve been working to figure out what it all means, and I think I found it.” What?
