Rivals Or Lovers
Somewhere in my mind, I knew they were going to throw tantrums.
Of course.
“Perfect,” Ryan muttered beside me, already putting his glass down.
I sighed. “Alright, everyone stay cool—”
Too late. Before I could complete my sentence, Jason's and his crew had already spotted us.
He smirked, lifting his drink like some kind of toast. “Well, if it isn’t the....what do they call it?" He turned to his team mate, behind him.
"I think it's Vixens." The guy replied
Yeah....Vixens,” he called out, his voice cutting through the music. “Didn’t think you’d actually crawl out of your holes tonight.”