Mia Hill. College bound with an athletic scholarship. A go-getter with big dreams and a fully thought out plan to make sure they come true.
But with her father's release from prison looming and the inevitable stresses of adulting, everything she wa...
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This is the scariest fucking Halloween I've ever experienced.
Emily Emerson, my perky cheerleading stalker, just walked into this party wearing a UCLA softball player's uniform. I'm terrified.
Moving like lightning to duck out of sight, I hide around the corner from the kitchen, trying to make sense of what's happening right now. Wondering why the hell the most irritating girl on campus is currently dressed up as my ultimate frenemy slash wet dream.
With her blonde hair up in a ponytail braid and sporting a familiar pair of sky blue Nikes, she looks like Mia Hill right now and it's throwing me for a fucking loop.
I shake the beer bottle in my hand, my first drink of the night, and note that it's still halfway full.
That's basically to say, I'm not hallucinating or anything. For this to be some sort of weird, nightmarish figment of my imagination, I'd have to be pretty wasted. And though I've been fully taking advantage of the college night life when I have a chance and letting loose, I haven't been wasted since that night at the lake.
So, what exactly is going on here?
Staying hidden by the wall that leads down a hallway, I keep my eyes on the front door. It's only when another crowd of girls walk through that everything begins to make sense, and part two of my nightmare begins.
Mia Hill walks through the door with a rare, wide smile on her face. And she's dressed like Emily Emerson. Blue and yellow cheerleading uniform, sandals on with that trademark bubblegum pink on her toes, and a giant bow holding half of her hair pinned in place at the back of her head.
It's the best and worst sight of my life.
Leaning toward best. Because despite the stalker Emily vibe she's got going on, she looks really fucking cute. And what's even better is that if I know anything about Mia, she can't be thrilled to be dressed as a cheerleader right now. It must be eating her up inside. But honestly, you'd never know by the look on her face, all happy and carefree, laughing among the growing crowd of girls gathering in the entryway, each dressed accordingly for the outfit swap they have going on.
As a matter of fact, Mia looks a little too happy to be here. Considering how much I know she hates parties, and how indifferent she seemed when I asked her about this same one just yesterday. One minute, she looked like it was the last place she wanted to be. And the next, she seemed at least fairly agreeable.
At the moment, however, she seems totally down for it. I don't know yet if I should be intrigued or worried about that little detail. And since I've never been a patient man, there's no time like right this second to go find out.
I wander over to her, pushing my way through a bunch of people to get there. When she spots me heading straight toward her, she doesn't roll her eyes or try to escape an interaction. And that's when I know that something fishy is definitely going on.
