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“Yeah, I promise.”Oh, God, is that what Felix meant by reminding me what living feels like?

“Luckily I brought a change of clothes for both of us. They’re in my purse.”

I had so many questions. But the main one was…how tiny were the clothes if they fit into her purse?

Untouchable - Chapter 9

Friday

I stared at the door that had an uncanny resemblance to the ornate front doors of Empire High. Felix said the party was at his house. But this wasn’t a house. And I didn't just mean that because he lived in an apartment building. I meant that there was a doorman when we entered the lobby downstairs. There was elevator music. And the thick rug under my feet looked like it cost more than my mother's house. “We must have the wrong address.”

Kennedy snapped a picture of me staring. “No, this is it.”

“Are you sure?” I ran my fingers down the skirt Kennedy had made me change into. It was way too short. Which made no sense because Kennedy was taller than me. I was pretty sure if she wore this that her ass would be hanging out. Maybe that’s why she had forced me into it. She was all long legs and tan skin in her tight dress, despite the fact that she was in the pair of flats she’d worn to work. I was pretty sure I looked the way I felt. I’d settled on the term deflated troll. “We should probably just go home.”

“We took the ride all the way up here. You’re not backing out on me now.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me up to the door. I could hear the music blaring from inside.

“But I thought I’d be wearing my work clothes, not this ridiculous skirt.”

“You look hot.”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to look hot. I just wanted to look like me. Besides, I was a deflated troll, not hot. “And I definitely didn’t think Felix’s place was so…this.” He said he wasn't from old money. This apartment building screamed old money.

“Everyone’s apartments at our school look like this. You’ll get used to it.” Instead of knocking, she opened the door and walked right in, pulling me along with her.

The apartment was huge. And it was as fancy inside as it was out. But where the outside was classically designed the inside had clearly been redone. Everything was modern with sharp lines and cold stone. The foyer had that kind of modern art that looked like a five-year-old made it, but it was probably worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. The only thing that didn't seem fancy was the fact that the floor was shaking from the blaring music. I was pretty sure Felix was literally about to tear down the building with this party.

“Let’s go get a drink!” Kennedy shouted over the music and continued to pull me farther into the apartment. It was packed and we had to wind our way through the crowd. And Felix thoughthedidn’t fit in. If I threw a party, only he and Kennedy would show up. I’d only been at the party for two minutes and I was thinking my party of three sounded a whole lot better. These things were overrated. I couldn’t even talk to Kennedy because it was too loud. She pulled me into the kitchen. It was as big as my uncle’s whole apartment.

“Here,” Kennedy said and shoved a plastic cup into my hand.

“What is it?”

She shrugged. “Some kind of punch.”

Oh. Yum.I loved a good punch. I took a huge sip. It was delicious. At least one thing at this party was good. “Should we try to find Felix?” I asked.

“No need,” Kennedy said and nodded behind me.

Before I could turn around, Felix threw his arm around me.

“You made it,” he said and smiled down at me, keeping me tucked into his side.

I was pretty sure he’d known all along I would try to come. Even before I did. “Yeah, work ended early.”

“My lucky night. You look beautiful, as always.”

I could feel my cheeks turning red.

Kennedy snapped a picture of the two of us.

Felix lifted his head. “Sup, Kennedy?”

“Great party,” she said, but her tone was laced with insincerity. Her eyes were glued to the display on her camera instead of him.

God, she promised to be nice. I took another sip of my punch.

“Let me show you two around,” Felix said.