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“Fuck, yes.” I say, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face. “We’ll show her exactly what it means to be claimed.”
We clasp hands, sealing our pact, united in our determination to find our Rowyn. Gray’s thumb brushes against the back of my hand, an unexpected spark of electricity shooting through me. I swallow hard, my mind racing. As we break apart, I can’t help but wonder what the hell that was and why it was so comforting. I shake my head, forcing the thought from my mind.
“Let’s do this,” Gray says, determination lacing his voice. He grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder, heading for the door. I follow suit, grabbing my own bag and trailing after him.
“Hey, text Lyndsy and tell her to bring Rowyn to the party tonight.”
He nods, taking his phone out. I can hear him typing furiously on his phone. A few moments later, he receives a text and shows itto me.
The Brat:
Both of us are coming and we’re bringing our new roommate.
Gray:
Good. See you tonight.
I nod, satisfied with his response. The swim team’s annual move-in party is a rite of passage, a chaotic mix of alcohol, music, and reckless abandon.
“Let’s go, Nix. We have a party to attend, and the Sharks are hungry,” Gray laughs, anticipation lacing his voice. We’re the Sharks of FU, untouchable, invincible. But tonight, we’re not here to rule. We’re here to hunt, to find the girl who’s been haunting us.
As we step onto campus, the energy is palpable. The air is thick with excitement and the promise of mischief. We move through the crowd, a force to be reckoned with. People part before us, their whispers trailing in our wake. We’re used to the attention, but tonight, it’s not about us. It’s about finding her, the girl who slipped through our fingers and left us craving more.
“I’ve got a good feeling about tonight, Gray. We’re going to find her, and when we do, she’s not getting away again.”
My words hang in the air, a promise, a threat, a vow.
Rowyn, if you’re here, we’re comingfor you.
Gray and I arrive at the party fashionably late. The muffled bass vibrates through the air, and the flickering lights cast playful shadows, creating an atmosphere thick with mystery and allure. Yet the ambiance is not our focus; our eyes are tuned to one target, one girl we’ve both been craving.
“Come on, let’s find her,” I say, my voice steady but edged with determination.
We navigate through the swirling mass of bodies, my mind racing with thoughts of her. Despite the chaos of the crowd, it doesn’t take long before we find our girl. She is nestled on a plush couch, her blonde curls cascading like a waterfall, and her exotic violet eyes gleaming in the dim light, hypnotizing and captivating. She resembles a porcelain doll—fragile yet intoxicating in her beauty.
But we know better than to underestimate her. Rowyn is not merely a pretty face; she’s a force of nature, and in this moment, Gray and I are drawn to her like moths to a flame. As we approach, her gaze snaps to us, a mix of surprise and defiance playing across her features.
“Rowyn,” Gray says, his voice smooth as silk, effortlessly charismatic.
I observe her, the black dress she wears wrapping around her body like a second skin—modest yet enticing. She glances us over with a practiced indifference.
“Hello to you, too, brother,” Lyndsy huffs from beside me, irritation simmering in her voice.
“You must be the new roommate.” The raven haired girl sits between Lyndsy and Rowyn. “I’m Phoenix, and this is Gray,” I introduce myself, reaching out a hand. Rowyn takes the opportunity to scoot away with an eyebrow arched.
“I’m Rebekah, and aren’t you the infamous sharks I’ve been hearing about?” Rebekah reaches out her hand, eyeing us with curiosity.
“I see our reputation precedes us,” I reply with a smirk, winking at her as I feel Rowyn’s glare piercing through me. A dark sense of challenge hums between us, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Leave her alone, Nix. We aren’t here for her,” Gray retorts, his voice steely as he pivots to face Rowyn.
“Come with us.”
I inch closer, eager to bridge the gap between us, but she hops up from her seat and tries to move back, her expression carefully guarded.
“Hell no,” she snaps, crossing her arms defensively as the tension rises.
Gray closes the distance yet again, his intensity turning the air electric. “We have something to discuss, unless you’d rather the sordid details of a certain night be floating around school.”
