CRAVING ISABELLA
"Get. Out."
I try to stand up, but the room spins. I feel arms around me, picking me up. "Babeee," I whine, looking up at Hardin. "It's just a party. Don't be mad."
"Here," Noah strips off his hoodie, revealing a plain grey t-shirt, and tosses it to Hardin. "Cover your girl up," then he turns to my friends. "Derek, Chase... outside. Now."
"We had her, Noah," Derek says, though he looks a little guilty.
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