Cassie
I noticed Ollie slip out of the crowd. It was subtle—just a shadow moving toward the exit while the bass thudded against the walls—but I caught it. I don’t think Sophia noticed; she was way too caught up in our little dance to pay attention to anything else.
The music changed from heavy hip-hop to some remix that sounded like a bad EDM experiment. My head was spinning a little—not from the drinks, just from the heat, the strobe lights, and the dozens of sweaty bodies packed together.
“I need water,” I said, leaning in so Sophia could hear me.
She gave me a quick nod and spun one last time before we pushed through the wall of people. The crowd clapped and whooped as we left the dance floor, as if we’d just performed for them instead of blowing off steam. Typical frat party energy
