Mate me at Hollywood
My frustration is building up, mixing with my tiredness and anxiety.
"No invite, no entry. Host's rules."
Standing on my tiptoes, I peek above the bouncer's burly shoulder. All I can see are heads of strangers in my apartment, dancing and drinking.... then, Alyssa! There she is.
"Hey, that's the girl I live with. Alyssa!" I call out over the banging music.
Hearing her name, Alyssa's head rotates slowly, brows furrowed. When her eyes finally land on mine behind the bouncer, a devilish smirk graces her face.