CHAPTER 7

I downed my club soda, slamming the glass against a random shelf outside the bathroom. Then I bulled through the dense crowd, and so in my head, I crashed into what felt like solid rock. In fact, I hit so hard that I was knocked backward and crashed into a similar force behind me.

"Daaaamn girl. You blew or something? Shit." Harsh words called out from behind me, the words easily slurred, and I swiveled around to catch sight of a guy cradling a drink in his hand. I moved to narrowed eyes, the hard green flashing, and winced in their direction. "The fuck you doin' here, you life-wrecking cunt?"

Whiplash would only have been responsible for my response, and this guy went from slightly drunk to suddenly on and sneering at me. I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, bitch." He looked me up and down. "The fuck you doing here at my friend's frat?"

I didn't know this guy—at all, and he might as well have been a likeness of handsome had he not growled at me. White, bottle-blonde hair flowed in every direction. The guy looked like an anime boy but was straight-up serious about the muscles. He disdained a scorching glare from almost a foot above me, and I withdrew into the rock again.

"Hey, Wells, what's." started the rock in front of me, a dude who looked at me once, then puffed up like he wasn't already as large as the wall. He had cross earrings in both ears, the pair sharpened at the tips like knives. Both of them definitely looked like video game characters. This guy was a brown-haired dusky guy, but this guy's enormity made him the last video game boss I was more than certain I wasn't trying to get through. Sapphire-green eyes cut in on me harshly. His teeth were shiny. "You got some nerve coming in here, you problematic bitch."

Okay, why the two b-words for once? My hands went up. "You guys are clearly drunk.".

He might be, but I'm fucking not." The dark-haired man nodded toward his friend with the beer bottle. "Now I'll ask you again. Why in the fuck are you two at my frat?"

He was serious. They both were, and these two were piling up on me all of a sudden.

The room was too small to me.

There were others in the room, but these two were pushing me into the corner. I blinked. "Look. I don't know who you two are, but I don't know you."

I don't think I'd ever forget, the dark brunette just as fuckboy beautiful as his friend. These two were bang them and leave them, one hundred percent, and that right away told me I didn't know them. I didn't mess around with players. Particularly because guys who looked like that would only mess with girls like me in their fantasy. It wasn't as if I was caught, but I had a body, and guys like them? Let's just say, they liked getting their rocks off with girls like me.

Or more preferred to get their hands on tits and ass from girls like me.

Either way, I didn't credit it, and I most definitely didn't know these dudes.

Blond dude, Wells his friend had addressed him, slung his arm around his friend. The dude was taller than the guy, thinner too. He grinned. "She believes our memories betray us, bro."

"Yeah, I'm getting that." He pointed the neck of his bottle towards me. "But it seems like it's not our memories that betray us.".

I blinked once more. "What are you saying?"

"Jesus Christ. You completely screw people's lives up and don't care about it. What are you? A sociopath?" the dark-haired guy growled, and before I could react, he took his beer bottle and threw it against the wall on the other side of the room. Glass exploded in the corner, several people scattering, screaming, and my ears ringing after my own scream.

What the fuck?

"Everyone out of the room. Fucking now," the dark-haired man-beast snapped, and people literally leaped over couches to answer to this dude. To his side, Wells didn't do anything but laugh… like maniacally. The bottle-blonde actually bobbed up and down with gleeful excitement, his tongue sticking out like he couldn't fucking wait to see what this dude would do next. About then, I decided to skirt around both of them.

Oh, not you, socio," said the big one, the frat boy. He had my arm, then wrenched me so violently I figured he was going to yank my arm loose from its socket.

"What the f—

My words faded away when he slapped a hand to the wall behind me so hard a painting crashed down off the goddamn wall. This was really getting Wells jumping now, these two boys complete psychopaths.

"What do we do with her, Thatch?" Wells asked, chewing on his fist. He glanced over at me. "I can think of a lot of things."

"Fucking touch me and—"

Dark hair, Thatch, clamped against my face. His fingers closed on my cheeks so hard that he dropped my jaw and left my mouth hanging open. Chilly air hit my tongue until he breathed upon it, making it warm.

"I could have thought of many things too," Thatch informed me, extending my tongue farther. He nibbled at it, and I hissed. He laughed. But since your memory is not being useful to you, let's do it over again." He dropped an elbow onto my head, reeking of whiskey and beef, sex. Something that gave me chills was hidden underneath that, possibly aftershave, but this guy had certainly gotten pussy somehow before this, I am pretty sure of it. Literally, the fuckboy I could smell coming from him. He wetted his lips. "Sophomore year. You took a couple photos of my buddy Anaga.".