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Dax: Just don’t let him or her out of your sight.
Chad moves in closer to her, placing his arm around her shoulder. She throws her head back in a laugh at something he said. He starts to rub her shoulder, and I can feel the anger inside of me start to come to the surface. He’s too comfortable with what is mine.Ours.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to find Jacklyn standing to my right. Her brown hair done up, her tits on display for the world to see. If her dress got any smaller, it would be a napkin.
“Hey, Colt.” She runs her hand down my arm. “How are you doing tonight?” She beams at me, her eyes glassy from whatever she’s been drinking or whatever drug she’s on.
“What do you want, Jackie?” I turn my head to her and narrow my eyes. I try not to visibly recoil.
“It’s Jacklyn,” she spits.
“Doesn’t matter. What do you want?” I roll my shoulder, trying to shrug her off, but her grip is tight on me.
“Well, you know, you and I really haven’t had a chance to have any alone time since school started. I miss our special time.”
“Special time? What the hell is that, Jackie?” I make a point to use that name again because I know it’s like nails on a chalkboard to her.
She tuts, but then schools her features and her eyes are hooded. “You know, when you would take me back to your room and make—”
“Fuck you? When I would use your pussy for nothing more than a place to stick my dick? That’s all it was, Jackie. Nothing special about it or your worn-out pussy.”
Her face scrunches together, and her eyes become slits. I swear if she had lasers in her eyes, I’d be a dead man. A dead man in about a thousand different pieces.
Except I don’t care. Fuck her.
“Whatever, Colton. When you need a place to put your small ass dick, don’t come and find me.” She throws caramel-colored her hair back over her shoulder and struts away. I do all I can to keep from busting out laughing at her attempt at an insult.
I watch her walk away, her ass swaying to the beat of the horrid club music they have on rotation. My eyes wander back to where Phoenix is, and my heart stops.
She’s gone.
My head spins around, looking for any signs of a fiery redhead, but I don’t see her anywhere. I start pushing my way through the throngs of drunk classmates grinding on each other. Keeping my head on a swivel, I try to look for any sign that she is out here and not locked up in a room with Chad.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I text the group.
Me: Is she near you?
Dax: What do you mean? Did you lose her?
Mason: I don’t see her either.
Before I can even respond, Dax and Mase are standing next to me.
“What happened?” Dax says through his clenched jaw.
“Dude, I was standing here watching her and Jackie came over and tried to dry hump me. I turned my head for two minutes and she fucking vanished!” I yell over the music.
“Fucking Tiffany came over to me. She kept grabbing my dick, begging me to let her suck it.” Mase sticks his tongue out and fake gags. “Never.”
“But she actually has sucked it before,” I point out to Mason.
“Okay, well, never again!” He puts his hands in his pockets as he turns to scan the area around us.
“Both of you, enough,” Dax cuts in. “We need to find her. Let’s split up. Locate Chad, too. Make sure she isn’t locked in some room with him. We need to find her fast. If he gave her anything, it would be kicking in by now.”
If Oliver gave her anything, I will murder the bastard. I don’t give a shit who his father is. He has gotten away with too much for too long, and this time he messed with the wrong girl.
Phoenix is ours.