Meredith
The party was over at around eleven in the night. When everyone started to disperse, I began looking for my roommate. The last I saw of her was when she had disappeared into the crowd with a cute boy from her class she saw at the party. And I'd been left alone, again.
I stepped into the cold air outside, rubbing my arms to keep myself warm. Then I heard a ding. The message came in at half past eleven.
It was Skye who had sent a text to her.
''I am so dead and drunk. Charles has agreed to take me home.''
At first, I thought it was a prank. Some kind of joke to make me feel scared or worse, betrayed.
But then I stepped out to the side courtyard and saw him leaning against the wall, hair messy, collar loose, skin flushed from liquor, and this was real.
The uptight, billionair
