No one talked to me anymore, even his neighbor, the one person I had come to consider as a real friend. What did I care? He had dropped our friendship two months ago, and since Adam was the Golden Boy for our school, Fallen Crest Academy, everybody else had followed suit. I saw that he had been working out more, but whatever. It fit like a second skin to his abdominal muscles and chest. He was dressed appropriately with custom-tailored jeans and a loose-flowing shirt that was left unbuttoned. After a moment passed, he glanced to the side and slid his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. His voice dropped, and he stood there without saying anything else. I found myself staring in the crystal blue eyes of Adam Quinn, someone whom I had considered a friend until two months ago. I heard, Oh, I’m sorry, before I turned around and saw who it was.
Some girls dashed past me, giggling, while guys chased after them. There was too much to even look at with all the people, but I could tell the place was phenomenal. The backyard stretched out with another pool, a basketball court, and a tennis court. I pushed through the crowd until I was on a back patio. When I stepped onto the front steps, a blast of heat came at me from inside. Public parties were always considered the best, but this was in a whole new league. One of the girls squealed as a guy swept her in the air. More than a few had that dark promise in their eyes. I knew the guys, who stood with their drinks at the side, enjoyed the view. Their shirts were soaked to their skin and their hair was messily rumpled, giving them the wet sexy look. The driveway went around a large fountain, which a few girls had gotten into. The doors had been left open and the overflow spilled out to the front lawn. When I arrived at the party, it was the largest I had ever seen.
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