"Nah, I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow at the party, though. You can come over, and we can get ready together."
"Boo, you whore. Fine."
I make a face at her and start gathering my things. "Text me when you get off work."
"Can I bring Gia and Ashlee?"
"I don't care; it's not my house. Bring whoever you want."
"Cool. See you tomorrow."
"Bye."
I close the door behind me, look toward my own long-empty dorm room at the end of the hall, and sigh. I wish I would have at least gone inside, laid in the bed for a minute.
Oh well.
I walk down the hall and out the front door, where Dax's car waits at the curb. Elias's giant ass climbs out and pulls the seat up, wordlessly waiting for me to get in the back.He didn't bother putting on a shirt after showering at the gym, even though it's cold as fuck now, and barely leaves me any room to get by him. As I climb into the car, my eyes settle on his abs—on the thin line of hair that runs from his belly button under the waistline of his pants.
Only because it's in my fucking face.
"What are you looking at, little sister?"
I gag. "Ugh.Don'tdo that. I'm not looking at anything."
"Your hair looks nice," Dax says.
"Thanks."
"I don't really like the pink," Elias says.
"Dude…shut the fuck up."
"Of course you don't. I don't really care. In fact, maybe I'll do my entire head next time."
"Why? Don't you get enough male attention as it is? You really need more people looking at you?"
"You're insane," I tell him as we pull into the garage. "I don't do it so men will look at me, Elias. Go to therapy."
"Never."
"Settle down, kids," Dax says, parking the car. "Next time, I'll pull this car over, and you'll hug it out."
I roll my eyes. "No, we won't."
He gets out and pulls the seat forward, but I exit the car on Dax's side instead, and he scoffs, shaking his head. I walk around the back of the vehicle toward the door, but as the garage door lowers, I spot a white van parked on the other side of the street, still running. The man inside looks at me through a black and white skull mask before driving away.
Goose bumps run down my spine. I feel like I'm going to be sick.
"Did either of you see that?"
"See what?" Dax asks.
"The van…there was a guy in it, wearing a mask. I think it was him."
"Here we fucking go. There's no guy," Elias says before stepping inside.
"Yes, there was!"
