Jaden (Jaded #3)

In the end, I was the only one who could laugh. Michael Reveritt had said all the guys were dressing in costume and he was right. Every single guy traipsed past me outside the back door in high heels, wigs, formal ball gowns, and their masquerade masks already in position. Each guy gave me a slight smile as they passed by. The only ones left at the end were Michael, Corrigan, Bryce, and we were waiting for Denton.

“Shut it,” Corrigan started.

Bryce sent back, “You’re the one laughing. You shut up.”

Corrigan laughed, then elbowed Bryce.

He returned the favor hitting Corrigan back on the arm.

They were laughing together, jostling each other, and a slow smile was on my face. I didn’t think I could wipe it off, but I must’ve looked like an idiot.

They were really together again. Finally.

“Ta-da!” Denton made his entrance at that moment, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Corrigan and Bryce. Both straightened, their eyebrows shot up, and they shared another look before laughing.

“What?”

Hearing the irritation from Denton, I pulled my gaze away, then I felt the laughter bubble up myself. His blond wig was swept up into a fancy bun while he was wearing a turquoise dress. It was shimmering with only one sleeve that ended above his elbow. The other side swept underneath the opposite arm. There was no cleavage so it was an A-line dress.

It would’ve looked stunning, no wait, it did. Denton pulled it off. His high cheekbones, cute red lips, and those beautiful movie star eyes were looking back at us underneath the glittery pink mask.

Then Corrigan burst out laughing. “You look like a mermaid.”

Denton scowled, then paused, his eyes narrowed, and he shrugged it off. “I’m a beautiful mermaid then.” He raised his head up, looking down his nose. “Don’t be jealous, fellas. These high cheekbones have made me millions. Remember that.”

BEEP!

Michael snorted, then gestured outside with his cup. “The ladies are waiting. I’d haul ass, if I were you four.”

Denton sniffed and marched out first, like he was walking a catwalk. Bryce sighed and went after him. Corrigan lingered behind, his gaze on Michael’s cup.

“What?” Michael almost growled.

“You’re the sober cab, brother.” He gestured to the cup. “Knock that shit off.”

Michael narrowed his eyes, but he didn’t respond.

The tension in the room suddenly shifted. It’d been there, but I hadn’t realized it. I realized it now and it was simmering from Corrigan’s fraternity brother. I waited. He looked ready to snap back or throw his drink at Corrigan.

But he only moved his hand to the sink and he turned the cup over, spilling the drink down the drain. Then he placed the empty cup on the side and forced a smile. “Better?”

Corrigan rolled his eyes, reached out for my elbow, and started to guide me outside. As he did, his hand grasped tightly onto me, but I had a feeling it had nothing to do with me. He was holding himself back from saying something in return. Once we were outside and the door shut behind us, I asked, “What was that about?”

Corrigan shook his head, just a small movement to me. “He found out I’m not happy with how he’s influencing the other guys, but—”

Bryce shouted from inside the car, “Let’s go!”

Corrigan gave me a reassuring grin. “—it’s house business. I can’t say too much.”

Climbing inside and taking my seat between Bryce and Corrigan, I snuck a look at him as he pulled the door shut and pounded on the wall. “We’re good to go.”

I saw what he hadn’t said. He was worried.

And that worried me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

When we got to Carolina’s sorority house, I saw that I didn’t need to worry about being recognized. The three-story house was packed with people spilling out onto the front porch and their entire yard. The house was lit up with white lights strands. As we got out, I could see that inside the house was dark, but those white lights were everywhere. They lit up the porch, wrapped around the posts, trailing down the sidewalk, and I could see more in the backyard.

Again. This party was huge.

Corrigan grunted into my ear, “Well, I can say we’re the show I was worried we would be.”

“No doubt.” There were guys everywhere in ball gowns. So were girls, who were actually trying to look nice and pretty. There were other guys, as well, who were dressed in black tuxedos and black masks, some similar to mine, and some with only the eyepiece on their face.

No one was going to recognize anyone.

“I think that’s the point.”

“What?” I looked up.

Corrigan was looking down at me. “You said no one’s going to recognize anyone. That’s the point.” His hand came to the small of my back. “They threw this party together last minute so you could come and blend. Carolina did it for you.”

A wave of nostalgia crashed over me. Carolina. I missed her. She’d been the only female friend who hadn’t fucked me over . . . yet. My jaw firmed. I didn’t want to think like that, I couldn’t. I gazed at the house and said, “I’m going to find her.”

Corrigan pulled his phone out, then showed me the screen.

Tell S I’m upstairs.

When I saw Carolina’s name at the top of the text, I nodded again to him. He knew what I had to do, and he stepped back, allowing me to move past him.