Page 104 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Why a cop would have such an easy code is beyond me, but it works in my favor. I dial Lindsey’s number. It rings four times before she answers. I check the street from the edge of the alley. I’m lucky this isn’t a neighborhood that likes to party. The streetlamp is the only thing on, lighting my little pocket of night.
“Hello?” Music blares in the background, and I hear people shouting and laughing. She must be at a party.
“Lindsey.” I breathe a sigh of relief. “I need help.”
“Whitney?”
“Yeah. Can you come get me?”
She pauses. A familiar song is playing, bass thumping in time with my heart.
“Lindsey?”
“I’m at a party, Whit.”
“I know, but I really need you. I promise I’ll explain everything.”
She huffs. “You didn’t even call me, you know? I lost my whole stash and you didn’t even apologize. What kind of friend does that?”
The audacity of this bitch. I didn’t call her? Excuse me for being auctioned off to a douchebag. I don’t say all of the things I want to, since I still need her help, but anger starts to simmer in my gut.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. Will you come get me? I can text you the address.”
A guy talks to her, and she answers him, leaving me hanging with nothing but the dance music to keep me company. I grip the phone in my hand, grinding my teeth together to keep from bitching her out.
“I’m a little busy right now.”
“Lindsey, please. I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Bye, girl, talk to you later.” She disconnects the call.
I hold the device to my ear, blinking and trying to process what the hell happened. She’s mad at me? For what? I’ve never done anything to her but be a friend, albeit a bit distant. But that’s how we work. We’ve been friends for almost our entire lives.
What the fuck?
The phone makes a satisfying crack when it connects with the gravel, the screen shattering with the force of my throw. I growl and kick it, instantly regretting destroying Hayden’s property.
“So, the plan didn’t work?”
I squeal and whirl around. Trev is wearing joggers and a hoodie. His hands are inside the sweater’s pocket, and he stares at me with guarded eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing. Where do you plan to go?” He takes a few steps forward, standing next to me near the edge of the alley.
“Anywhere,” I say with a shrug.
“What about the Omega Council?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“You can stay with us.” His gaze trails over me, inspecting for injuries.
“It’s not safe.” I hold on to the straps of my backpack and look around again. The longer we stay in one spot, the more likely it is someone will come across us.
“Going out on your own isn’t safe. Stay with us.”
“You don’t even like me,” I say with a laugh. “Shouldn’t you be happy?”
