Her ears flushed red, but she didn't push him away. If anything, she leaned in, her palm settling against his chest.
"As long as you're happy."
The room erupted in catcalls and whistles.
"I don't think the party's his best gift—I think you are, Samantha!"
"You're both legal adults now. A kiss isn't too much to ask, right?"
Samantha swatted at them playfully. "Oh, stop it."
But she couldn't hide the excitement dancing in her eyes.
I stood apart from them, watching. My nails dug into my palms so hard I nearly drew blood.
Laugh. Have your fun.
Let's see if you're still laughing tomorrow when you're staring at your exam papers.
I didn't bother asking for my bag back. I turned to leave.
But they weren't about to let me go.
Samantha's voice rang out like a verdict. "Don't let him leave. Lock him in the gym."
"We'll let him out after the party's over."
I glared at her, thrashing against the hands grabbing me. "You've lost your mind! Let go of me!"
Several guys swarmed in, wrenching my arms behind my back and dragging me toward the abandoned gym.
They hurled me onto the concrete floor. My arm scraped against the rough surface, leaving a smear of blood.