Juliette:
I should’ve turned around the second I walked through the front door.
The party was chaos—an explosion of sound and bodies and flashing lights. Music throbbed through the walls, through the floor, through my skin. People danced like they couldn’t feel the heat, like they weren’t crammed together in rooms too small to hold all this energy. Cups in every hand. Glitter on every cheek. It was like the whole campus had erupted.
And I was only here for one reason: Maddox Hayes.
He had texted me. -Meet me at the party? It’s at Theta. I’ll wait for you there.- I wanted to be there for him. He’d won. It was his night.
So why did my stomach twist the second I stepped inside this frat house?
I pushed through the crowd, weaving between sweaty dancers and loud laughter, trying not to lo
