I could have any one of them. More than one if I wanted, I’m sure. But why doesn’t the thought of spending time with any of them interest me one bit?
With a sigh, I push the front door open and head inside.
The music pounds from the living room where Nico had some guys set up massive speakers earlier. Kids cover every inch of space, drinking, dancing, and making out.
I push a few of them aside as I make my way through the house, trying to find Theo or Alex as I move from room to room.
I spot them at the other side of the living room and set about forcing a path through the crowd who’ve turned the main space of the room into a dance floor. I’m halfway through when a flash of white blonde hair catches my eye.
Oh no she’s fucking not.
Dragging a guy out of the way with the back of his shirt, I stand rooted to the spot as I watch Stella dancing with a drink in her hand, Calli in front of her and none other than fucking Toby behind her.
“Get out of my motherfucking way,” I bark violently, shoving my way through the crowd to an unsuspecting Stella.