ANTALYA'S POV
"Everyone out," I said again, my voice deadly calm despite the fury boiling inside me. "Now."
But Raymond just leaned back against the wall, that infuriating smirk never leaving his face. "Actually, no. This is my room too, and I say the party stays."
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. How dare he?
"Raymond, I'm serious," I warned, my voice shaking with barely contained rage. "I need to sleep. We have practice tomorrow at seven."
"Sleep is overrated, Lance," Derek called out, waving his beer bottle in the air. "Live a little!"
"Yeah, man," another guy added, whose name I thought was Marcus. "You're always so uptight. When's the last time you actually had fun?"
Fun? This is my worst nightmare.
"I have fun," I snapped. "Just not like this."
"Prove it," Raymond s
