Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Lara

Loud music thumps around me as our bodies grind together in the dim light. Candles, oil lamps, and flashlights litter the sides and floor.

"Are you sure the Cromwells won't know we're here? Their cabin is, like, right down the road," I yell to be heard.

Cassie shrugs. "Darrell says they're not there tonight."

I roll my eyes at my best friend since junior high. Oh, if Darrell says.

"That boy barely knows his own name. We could get kicked out of college for this," I insist, glancing around.

Handing me a beer, the blonde throws her arm around my neck, dragging me toward the back door and into the open air. "They won't care. Besides, you can just suck that middle brother's dick, and he'll forget about the whole thing."

Why did I tell her about Wednesday?

"The man didn't even give me his number. He's not interested." I pout.

"Ahhhh!" a large masked man yells. He jumps out from the side of the house with his arms raised.

Cassie and I both scream. She lowers her arm and shoves me toward the masked man while I throw my beer bottle at his chest.

Darrell rips the white mask off, doubling over with laughter as relief and anger flood me.

Dick. Head.

"You should see your faces," he says, still laughing. I hate him.

"Baby, you scared me." Cassie slaps at his stomach, but she doesn't even sound angry. Her hand roams over his chest, then up and around his neck. "We're going to need that mask later."

I think I just threw up a little.

"Whose cock are you sucking, other than mine?" Darrell asks. I shiver as he looks over me, and the cold air has nothing to do with it.

"If by suck, you mean bite off, then sure. Right after you find it, but I hear it'll take a while." Two of the guys closest to us laugh at my words. The real dumb and dumber, Brian and Oliver. Never too far from Darrell.

Their leader sneers, pulling an oblivious Cassie closer. "Maybe next time you see that mask, I won't be jumping out from around a corner."

"What are you, five?" I snap, pointing at the discarded mask.

Darrel pulls his mouth away from Cassie's long enough to reply, "No, because I wouldn't be about to fuck my girl if I was."

I don't try to hide my disgust at his words. The man's repulsive and a dumbass to boot.

Cassie might be my best friend, but her taste in men sucks.

His hands grab and squeeze her ass while I'm standing right next to them. His eyes meet mine at the same time his lips latch onto her neck.

Wanting to be anywhere else, I head to where the keg sits, manned by a trio of footballers. Looking down, I step over his creepy mask. The white stands out in the darkness of the night, but it's the bright red lips that freak me out.

As I glance around the crowd, three more of the same masks stand out in the darkness. They put me on edge. Ever since the clip of the Halloween killer wearing one was leaked earlier this year, the guys at college have been obsessed with getting their own for this year's Halloween.

Sadistic assholes.

Tonight is not going to end well. This whole party was a bad idea.