THIRD PERSON'S POV
"Right. I remember. Jamal Beaconsfield, son of the Beta!" Georgina squealed.
Zoey glanced at her and she could see how smitten Georgina was over Jamal. She had already made her cleavage pop out and was biting her finger, like warming up for an erotic night with Jamal.
And it wasn't just Georgina, it was all the girls in the hall. Every one of them had their eyes on Jamal, and it was just a matter of seconds before he got swarmed up by them.
Truth be told, she couldn't blame them so much. Jamal was a sexy guy, with a dark aura and erratic attitude. And, right now, with the booze completely taking over him, he seemed to be a bit vulnerable. Any girl would want to take advantage of the moment.
But what was he doing here? Zoey quizzed herself again. Jamal doesn't come
