Their parties are the stuff of legends. Only a select few people outside their group get to go. Most people say they were invited, so you can never actually tell who’s in, and who’s not.
The stranger I now know as Conrad strolls up towards us, tugging his phone from his pocket.
“Lucky for you, I have a way in,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows at Jenna.
She folds her arms and rolls her eyes, and I automatically cling to Regina, her sudden movement giving me vertigo.
“You’re lying, and you’re eating into my drinking time,” she snaps, glaring at him suspiciously.
I’ve never met this guy before, but Jenna seems to know who he is.
“When have I ever lied to you, Jenna? This is your last chance to join.” He folds his arms, matching her stance.
She huffs as she turns to look at Regina and me. “What do you guys think?”
I look over at Regina, who has that drunken smirk on her face. “Fuck it, you only live once, right?”
That brings one upon Conrad’s face.
“That’s what we want to hear! What about you, you in?” he asks me, and I sigh.
“I suppose?”
He slaps his hands together. “Sweet, let’s go.”
He turns his back and heads towards the main street. Jenna waits with me as I stare at him walking ahead.
“I’m not sure about this, Jenna. How do you know this guy?” I ask her, keeping my voice low so he can’t hear.
“Conrad Montgomery; I know his twin George better. Conrad acts like one of those entitled rich dicks. Their dad’s a judge in the city. Annoying as fuck, but he’s pretty harmless. Partied with him once or twice.”
I look over at him again, still feeling unsure.
“I think he wants to hook up with you, Jenna. He couldn’t take his eyes off you,” Regina adds, making Jenna scoff.
“Ew. No. Not interested.”
Unease trickles through me.
My friends are single—well, Jenna is to be determined. I don’t know how the logistics of her and Rex’s agreement works.
I don’t really want to cockblock them on our last night, but I also don’t want to be left alone if they hook up. At least at the party we were going to, I knew everyone—well, mostly.
We approach a black Audi, all blacked-out windows and gold alloys, and looking expensive as shit. Conrad opens the back door.
“Your carriage awaits the best night of your life,” he says, and each of us squeeze in the back.
I let out a yelp as someone turns in the passenger seat.
“Fucking hell, George. You scared the shit out of us!” Jenna laughs, playfully slapping his head across the seat.
“Sorry, J. Told you I’d be able to get you in.”
I look over at Jenna.
“Was this your plan all along?” I laugh nervously, but she rolls her drunken eyes.
“Fuck no, he’s been saying it for weeks. But he also talks a lot of shit.”
