The Girl He Never Knew
"Now, remember the plan: Drink one drink, laugh at three jokes, and try not to look like you’re calculating the exit strategy every five seconds."
"I can't promise the last one," I muttered.
The Heights was a massive, sprawling estate on the edge of campus, usually reserved for the elite of the athletic department. Tonight, it was a pulsing hive of bass and neon. As we stepped out of the Uber, the scent of autumn air was instantly replaced by the heavy, sweet smell of punch and expensive cologne.
"Deep breaths," Lora whispered, linking her arm with mine. "You look like a goddess. They’re the ones who should be nervous."
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