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CHAPTER EIGHT

BLAKELY

TWO HOURS AND three drinks later, I’ and dancing to “Mad Hatter” by Melanie Martinez

I get this spine-chilling feeling and stop dancing I quickly look around, but I can’t focus on anything My hair slaps me in the face, and I shove it back behind my ear the best I can Only for it to fall back in my way

“What?” She notices and stops dancing “You going to get sick?”

“No I …” My eyes stop on the table at the front of the ballroo the ones seated there a clear view of the croo of the one another Their hand movements let me know they’re deep in conversation The one on the very end is typing away on a phone, ive ours up The one in theHe’s laid back in his seat with his right hand up, resting on the side of his mask It causes the sleeve of his cloak to slide down, and I can see the black and silver watch on his wrist The flashing lights hit it, al me

The one sitting next to hiuy’s

Those feelings return,the drink to o to take a sip, but I’ me spill it down my face and shirt “What the fuck?” I spin around

“Sorry … Blakely?”

I blink up at another guy dressed in a black cloak and mask “How do you know …?”

He rips his mask off, and I stare up at a set of wide blue eyes They instantly narrow on rowls “What are you … What are you doing here?”

I can’t speak Instead, s to hiirl who can’t stand on her own

“What in the fuck is this?” Sarah de forward “Who the fuck is this bitch?” She’s always been an angry drunk Senior year of high school, she got trashed and punched her ex-boyfriend in the face for not having any guhtmare

“Hey,” the girl whines and then laughs “I’irlfriend”