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I throw my head back and force a laugh. “Glad I could help you add something to help your college applications stand out amongst all the other Richie Riches.”
Chad shakes his head and laughs. “You’re seriously not like others, Phoenix. It’s refreshing. Thank you for that.”
The air gets a little thicker, and suddenly I’m needing to find myself a way out of this conversation. I need some fresh air. “Hey, can you point me to the bathroom?”
He holds his hand out behind us. “Go down that hall, past the doors that lead out to the deck. It’s the third door on your right. No one should be down that way, so you should be good to use it.”
“Thank you. Will you watch my drink for me?” I hand him the cup and head towards the hall he pointed out.
Before heading to the bathroom, I push open the doors to the deck. There is a bartender out there serving drinks, so I take the opportunity to get my own drink.
“Hey, can I just get a beer please?” I turn to the guy who nods to me. After about a minute, he hands me the red cup and I thank him, finding a clear spot on the railing. I take sip of the bitter tasting liquid. God, I hate fucking beer. But when in Rome. Also, I really don’t want to start knocking back shots of tequila and lose any chance at being in control.
Looking out, I take in the beautiful land that sits behind the house. I wonder how long it goes on for. There’s a ruckus below the deck and with the cup off to the side of me on a table, so I can lean over and take a look below me. Beer pong. I shake my head and stand up, realizing that I really do need to pee. I lean back over and grab my cup.
Turning, I bump into someone with my hand that’s holding my drink.
“Oh! I’m sor—” I stop my apology when I see who is standing before me. Queen Bitch herself, Bianca. “Wow, good thing I stopped myself. I was about to apologize to you. And that will never happen.”
Bianca shakes out her arm that now is wet with beer. “You stupid whore! Look what you did!”
“What I did? It’s beer. It’s easy to get out. Much easier than the cum stains you’re used to.” I knock back the rest of my beer in a big gulp. Gross. “Why are you standing so close to me anyways? Don’t I have some poor person cooties that can jump to you because you’re within a certain number of feet to me?”
“I came over to tell you to stay away from the kings,” she growls.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t want anything to do with the three Douche Kings. You can have their privileged asses and become their cum dumpster for all I care.”
Her shrill voice cuts through me, “You don’t belong here! You shouldn't be allowed here!”
“Well lucky for you, I’ll only be here this year.” I start to walk away from Bianca.
“Not if I have my way. You won’t make it to graduation day, whore.”
I take her ominous words and store them for later to try and figure out. I keep walking through the doors and find the third door on the right. I open it to find a massive bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I turn around and my jaw drops. The bathroom is so sleek and modern. The floating counter and cabinets are a white marble. There’s a black sink that sits on top of the countertop. A giant shower is behind me. I turn to see a walk-in shower that has several shower heads. There’s a touch screen right outside the door, which I assume controls them.
Okay, I may be a little jealous of the fucking shower. Who wouldn’t want a shower like this?
The windows are giant, and I’m not even sure how they give any privacy. Though maybe there’s a button that brings down shades or something.
Fucking rich people.
I handle my pee business and then wash my hands in their waterfall faucet. Wow.
I look up in the mirror, and that’s when I start to feel off. I start to get a little dizzy. I shouldn’t have slammed that fucking beer. I take a deep breath and try to steel myself, but my mind feels hazy. Shit. I need to find Chad and have him take me home. I don’t feel good at all. See? This was a bad idea.
My movements feel out of my control, but I make it to the door. Holy shit, this isn’t normal. I reach for the doorknob, and my arm feels so heavy. When I open the door, I am met with a pair of emerald eyes.
“Spitfire, are you okay?” His voice sounds tunneled, and I can feel myself start to walk back into the bathroom. Pushing myself, I find a wall and slide down it. I can’t talk. I see Dax hovering over me, but I can’t make out his movements or what he’s doing. Next thing I know is the other two kings are flanking his side.
“Red? Talk to us. What’s going on?” It sounds like Mason, but I can’t be sure.
“She was drugged,” another voice comes out of the air.
I try to open my mouth to say anything, to call for help, but my body starts to feel like a dead weight. I can feel my eyes getting heavy. The room is spinning. I feel hands on me, and I want to do nothing but fight off whoever is touching me, but my body doesn’t move.
“Relax, Phoenix. We’ve got you. We’re gonna get you out of here.” It’s Dax. I know that smooth voice. That’s definitely Dax.