You’re too good.
Jordan
Nah. I just miss my friend.
Mack
I miss you, too.
AGE 21, COLLEGE SENIORS
Sat, October 31 at 12:38 PM
Jordan
Are you okay?
Mack
I don’t think so.
Jordan
What happened?
Mack
There’s a rumor about a girl and Trey. I don’t know what to do.
Jordan
Have you talked to him?
Mack
No, but I’m going to try tonight.
CHAPTER
SIX
MACKENZIE, AGE 21
Iwalk up the stairs to the hockey house, my nerves firing, anticipation buzzing through my veins. This is not my scene. Not to mention, I hate all the attention I get from the rumors circulating around about Trey and another girl. That’s why I’m here—to get answers and fight for my relationship.
It’s Halloween, and I’m surprising Trey by showing up to his place for the party. In the last year, I’ve become more focused on my studies, while he has done the opposite. He keeps his grades just good enough to stay eligible to play hockey. As soon as he was drafted last year, he began to change. None of it for the better.
We’ve had our ups and downs over the years, but always seem to find a way through it. The last six months have been a little worse. His jealousy has ramped up noticeably and he spends more time at the hockey house partying than anywhere else.
I’ve never been much of a party girl, but tonight I’m putting in the effort. I even dressed up for the occasion. It’s completely unlike me to draw attention to my body, but I want to snag Trey’s attention and hopefully pull him away from this party early.
The bass is bumping so hard, the walls are shaking as I step through the front door into the wide-open living room. All the furniture has been taken out, so all I can see are bodies dancing. It’s hot and crowded as I push my way to the kitchen, hoping I can find one of the hockey guys to point me in Trey’s direction.
I hear a few whistles as I enter the kitchen, until I turn and face them.
“Kenzie? Is that you?” I hear Michael—Trey’s best friend on the team—his voice questioning. Smiling, I walk closer, seeing his eyes widen as he takes me in from head to toe.
A black leather suit hugs every curve, paired with sky-high black stiletto boots and a tiny black mask. I have a smoky eye, fake lashes, and my lips are painted blood red. The ears on top of my head pull it all together, and I’ve transformed into Catwoman for the night.
