But, I’d wanted to be a normal college kid for a night. I’d just wanted to be like everyone else.
I straightened up from the wall, my gaze encompassing them and then bouncing away. I felt embarrassed. “I’ll be fine.”
Declan didn’t agree, his stormy eyes still flashing at his brother.
Nadia came out to the hallway, adjusting her dress, making me wonder what I’d missed.
“What’s going on?”
No one answered.
Dax just shrugged and fidgeted while Declan kept his gaze on my face, his eyes seeming to devour every inch.
Even in the midst of having a near panic attack, something about him had dug into my skin.
Leave. Go. This party is not for you.
“I need to go,” I said, crossing my arms and rubbing them. “It’s late.”
“Don’t go,” Dax said. “I swear to keep my hands to myself if you’ll just stay.”
“Don’t pressure her,” Declan said. “Can’t you tell you scared her?”
Nadia’s eyes bounced from me to Dax to Declan as she tried to figure it out, but I didn’t want her to.
My mortification grew.
I needed away from this party, away from the guy who’d kissed me, and away from the guy I couldn’t have and certainly didn’t need.
“Let me give you a lift home,” Declan stated more than asked, his voice soft.
No! I couldn’t take being close to either of them anymore. “I can take care of myself.”
Nadia chimed in. “I can take her home. I’m leaving anyway.”
“No thanks,” I snapped at her. I would not be maneuvered by a jealous ex simply because she was afraid I’d take her man.
She held her hands up. “No need to be bitchy.”
“That’s enough, Nadia,” Declan said.
She huffed. “I’m just trying to help.”
No she wasn’t. I didn’t know her personally, but I knew girls like her. They were the ones who’d talked about me after prom, the ones who’d gossiped and posted on twitter and Facebook about all the horrible things Colby had told everyone about me in the hours following the hotel. Suddenly girls who’d I’d thought were my friends had labeled me as a slut and a troublemaker.
Before Declan could protest any more, I turned on my heel and walked away. I found Shelley back outside on the dance floor where apparently she’d never left. I pulled her aside and said I was ready to go.
“Is everything okay?” she asked me, her face flushed from dancing.
I didn’t want to see the disappointed look in her eyes, so I lied and told her I was just tired. She offered to drive me back to the apartment, but she’d been drinking and was having a great time, and I didn’t want to always be the friend who required extra attention because she had mental breakdowns over stupid stuff.
After some cajoling and assurances that I could find a way home, she went back to her dancing, and I got my phone out to call a cab. Next time I’d know to drive myself.
No, wait, there wouldn’t be a next time.
This was my last party.
Blake appeared at my side as I hung up my phone. “Where in the hell have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He took in the way I clutched my purse. “Leaving already?”
“Sorry, I have a lot to do at the apartment. Can you take care of Shelley if she’s too trashed to drive? Make sure she gets back to the dorm?”
“Of course.” He sent me an anxious look. “Just don’t disappear on me like that. I searched all the bedrooms for you. Who knows what could have happened when you were with Declan Blay.”
Declan? He’d been the nicest of the entire lot of them.
I didn’t have time to argue with him. I just wanted to go. “I’m fine. I’ll see you soon.”
He grabbed my arm to stop me as I turned, uncertainty written on his face. “Elizabeth, wait. There’s something I need to tell you that I should have said a long time ago …”
No.
I put my hands to his lips. I suspected what he wanted to say, and I wasn’t ready to hear it—or respond to it. “Don’t. Not now. I can’t handle any more tonight.”
FROM THE SIDE of the Tau house, I watched her long legs walk across the yard and ease into a cab that had pulled up to the curb. Her shoulders were hunched as if weighted down with burden. Her huddled posture sent alarm bells all through me. Her reaction had been extreme. I got angry at Dax all over again. He was impulsive and rushed headlong into everything without thinking, so it wasn’t a surprise to see him making a pass at a pretty girl, but it was her , and for some reason it bugged me.
Acting on impulse, I jumped in my Jeep and pulled out to follow her home. Some unnamed emotion made me anxious to make sure she got home okay.
It wasn’t like I didn’t know where she lived.
I followed the cab until it reached the apartments, and I pulled in at Minnie’s Diner across the road to let my Jeep idle as I watched her get out, pay the driver, and then make the trek across the carpark. She made a solitary figure as she trudged across the pavement, her white-blond hair blowing in the wind that had kicked up from an incoming storm. One of the streetlights was out, and I noticed she seemed keenly aware of the fact, her pale face peering over her shoulder as she made her way up the stairs. She walked briskly down the hall, the mere swing of her arms telling me she was on alert for anything. She was aware of the dangers of walking alone at night.