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“Feisty.” Royer shrugs. “But I’m not into that emo shit. She looks mean as hell.”

“She is, but one more cup of that spiked punch and she’ll be tame as a kitten.” The name kitten catches my attention, but Rat’s still looking at Janelle and I realize that no, he doesn’t know Miller’s nickname for me.

Where the hell is Miller, anyway?

I look around the beach and see him over with a group of girls. Three, as a matter of fact, each with long wavy hair and barely there bikini tops. I try not to dwell on the fact that I would have rocked that look. They’re all in various states of flirting, touching his biceps, leaning close, pressing their tits against his side, and he’s justbaskingin it. Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be? He can have any girl he wants in this place.

Why do I care?

There had been a moment in the car where I thought he was going to kiss me, and it didn’t bother me like it should. But I was wearing the camera and Grayson could be watching. What would he say if he saw me kissing Miller?

“Your mission tonight, forty-seven,” Rat says, drawing me back to their conversation, “is to take that independent, anti-Greek bitch down the beach, bury your two-inch dick inside her, and come back a man.”

I laugh, trying to be in on the joke, but when I look at his face, and then Royer’s, he’s obviously not kidding. The pit of my stomach twists into a hard stone. “Is this an order?”

“Either you do it, or I find someone else to.” His beady eyes hold mine. “I just thought you deserved a little reward for bringing in the best quality booze tonight.”

My heart pounds because there’s no way I can have sex with Janelle. I’m lacking all the right equipment and it’s possible she’ll recognize me. I also can’t let her go off with another guy, drugged and vulnerable. I’m risking everything by getting close to her. Jesus. The whole situation is messed up.

“Yeah, okay.” I swallow the rest of the alcohol in my cup.

Royer digs into his pocket and tosses something at me. I catch it midair. “Make sure you wrap it up.”

I stare at the condom for a moment, realizing it has the frats letters branded on the label. These guys are pigs.

“With the sorority girls you can raw-dog,” he explains, “we pass out Plan B like it’s candy. But the Chits? You gotta protect yourself.”

The hard feeling in my stomach loosens, and a wave of nausea rolls over me. These guys are monsters. Grayson is right. They have to be taken down. I finger the button on my shirt, realizing that all of this is being recorded. Every last minute.

“Good luck, forty-seven.” Royer claps me on the back while also pushing me forward.

Rat hands me another cup. “Don’t let her drink all of it. Maybe a few sips.” He winks. “Unless you’d rather her be unconscious.”

Bile rises in the back of my throat, but I manage to reply, “Gotcha.”

I take the drink and walk away from the two of them as quickly as I can. I just want to get away from them, but more than anything, I need to get Janelle out of here. She’s standing by the fire, trying to stay warm. I feel a hot gaze on me and look over to see Miller with a girl tucked into his side, watching me. Did he drug her too? I turn away, not caring what he thinks or knows. This has nothing to do with him.

I do one last thing before I approach my old roommate. I take off the button and slide it into my back pocket. What’s about to happen between us can’t be seen by anyone else. For her protection, as well as mine.

“Hey. Didn’t expect to see you here.” She snorts, but I see her glassy, dilated pupils. She’s already super wasted, but not enough that she doesn’t recognize me from class. “Thought you hated frats and frat boys and everything to do with this world.”

“Yeah, I thought I did too,” she replies, arm wrapped around her stomach. She looks around, but her gaze is completely unfocused. “Have you seen Rat?” She sighs. “He’s so fucking sexy.”

I fight a gag. This girl has terrible taste in men. Maybe worse than me. “He, uh, told me to take you somewhere to meet him.”

“Oh, okay,” she says, stumbling over the sand. I grab her by the waist before she falls, prompting her to lean against me. Leading her away from the party, I find a quiet area where I can try to figure out what to do next. Janelle grabs for the cup. “Oh, more drink!”

“Yeah, no more for you.” I snatch it back, forcing the liquid to slosh out the side. Then I dump the rest on the sand.

“Why did you do that? It was so yummy and makes me warm.” She looks me up and down. “Aren’t you cold? You’re so skinny. I know! I’ll make you warm.”

Her hand lands on my chest and I freeze, hoping she doesn’t feel my tits underneath, but she runs them up instead of down and wraps them around my neck. She sighs. “You seem like a good guy, Theo.” She presses her forehead into my shoulder. “Too bad I’m not into good guys. Where’s Rat? Is he coming?”

She’s lucky he’s not, because he’d have no problem taking advantage of this wasted girl. I wrap my arm around her waist and say, “Come on, let’s get you out of the cold.”

“Mmhmm,” she mutters, burrowing into my side. “You smell good.”

“Thanks.” I sniff her head. It smells sweet, a little like candy, and nothing like a barn. “You do, too.”