My Roommate is Hot

She’s Missing

•.•Skylar•.•

It was loud. Really loud in here, and there were quite a lot of people dancing to the disco music playing in the background.

I scrunched my nose as Harper took my hand, staring at me.

“Come on,” she grinned, tugging at my hand and leading me through the dozens of bodies splurred everywhere. At a corner, red plastic cups were lined up, and people around them were cheering quite loudly while tossing a small ball.

Aside from the people dancing and the ones… drinking? Some were seated and—oh God—they were making out. A lot of them.

What was this place?

“That’s him! My RA!” Harper called out loudly so I could hear over the insane loudness in this place. I followed the direction she was pointing and saw a dark-headed man laughing at something the man next to him said.

He looked young and could easily pass as a student, but his bearded face made him look slightly different. I pursed my lips and nodded.

“We should go say hi,” she said before dragging me behind her to meet him.

A couple of girls walked past us, casting weird looks our way. They were dressed in quite revealing dresses, and while I knew Harper was decently dressed—and looking sexy at the same time—the reason for those stares was… me.

Apparently, dressing in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt wasn’t “party-coded.” Good thing I didn’t give two f***s about what any of them thought, though the attention definitely sucked.

“Hi, Mr. Collin,” Harper quipped, and I returned my gaze to the two men standing in front of us with red plastic cups in hand. Collin gave her a small smile, his eyes darting to me and then back to her.

He shifted a little uncomfortably.

“I thought you’d be coming alone,” he said, and my brows raised slightly. She chuckled.

“Actually, no. This is my best friend, Skylar. Skylar, my RA, Mr. Collin,” she introduced with a goofy smile on her face. I gave both men a curt nod.

Maybe I was overthinking things, but I saw his friend checking me out before quickly looking away. But maybe things like this happened often around here.

Collin gave a tight smile, adjusting the huge glasses he had on his face before introducing the man beside him as James.

“Would you girls like some drinks? I’ll get them,” his friend, James, offered, and Harper shrugged.

“I’d love one.”

“No, thank you,” we said at the same time, and the men exchanged glances before Collin chuckled.

“Is that a yes or a no?” His eyes turned to me, and I c****d my head to the side. There was something really off about this guy, but I figured Harper wouldn’t want to hear that right now.

“I want one,” Harper butted in, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“I’m okay,” I said, and James said something to Collin who nodded before he walked away.

I turned away when Collin struck a conversation with Harper, asking how she was settling in and stuff. I tuned them out and instead tried to understand how things actually worked in places like this. Drink, dance, make out—was it just that?

Nothing else?

I was slightly disappointed. I kind of expected more, especially from a frat party, and this being the first party I’d ever attended didn’t leave a good impression.

More people flooded in—both girls and boys—and soon enough there was a crowd around that drinking area. That was when I understood what was going on there.

They were playing a game, and whenever a party tossed the ball successfully into the cup, the other group had to drink the contents in it.

Soon enough, I got engrossed in watching them, catching myself smiling on more than one occasion.

“That blondehead is gonna win again,” I muttered, my lips tilting up as I glanced at my side, hoping Harper was seeing what was happening.

Unless she had been unnecessarily silent. In fact, it had been pretty silent for a while now. I whipped around—she was nowhere to be found.

The hell?

Neither Collin nor James were anywhere in sight. Come to think of it, I hadn’t even seen James return with the drink. Why the hell would she leave without telling me?

I dug out my phone from my pocket, scrolling through it and dialing her number. It rang for a while, then went off without an answer.

I tried again—same thing. By the third time, her phone was switched off, which was damn suspicious because her phone was fully charged.

My heart began racing a little too fast, and I felt really uncomfortable. Okay, I didn’t like this.

I got moving, checking whatever corner she might be at—or might not be—but she was nowhere, and neither were those men.

It was creepy and so unlike Harper to disappear without telling me anything. What did he do to her?

“Hi. Excuse me, did you see a brown-haired girl with a guy with huge glasses?” I asked a guy who gave me a dirty look, huffed, and kept going.

I ran my hands down my shirt because they were growing a little too clammy. Asking people led nowhere because they thought I was out of my mind—considering my choice of clothing.

But come on, I was looking for someone.

“Hey, shawty. Want a drink?” a guy catcalled from the side, but I brushed past him, stepping outside. The cold night air hit me right in the face, and I ran my hands through my hair as I tried contacting her again—but it was still switched off.

At this point, whatever protective instinct I had had gone into full mode. I needed to find Harper.

I checked around the building since it wasn’t exactly huge, thinking she might have decided to hang outside—which was unlike her—but a girl could only try.

In the next second, I caught myself going through my phone and calling someone. Jaxon.

I didn’t give a f**k if she was okay or not and that I was overreacting—if anyone could find her, it’d be him. This should be his scene; he’d be familiar with this.

There was no answer on the first ring. I tried again—still nothing.

A frustrated groan escaped me as I tried again. That damn girl he’d brought around.

He picked up, and relief coursed through me—but it was short-lived.

“Hi, Jax. It’s me, Skylar,” I decided to introduce myself because the douchebag might not have my number.

“Why you calling?” he asked, his voice hoarse. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip.

“I’m at this party and I can’t find Harper. We were with these two creepy men, and one had offered to go get a drink for her and…” I exhaled. “I got carried away watching some people, and then suddenly I can’t find her—and neither of the men.”

There was a little ruffling in the background.

“Have you searched?”

“I’ve searched everywhere—the party floor and outside—but she’s nowhere, and her line is switched off, which is odd. Harper’s phone never goes off,” I added. I was panicking at this point, and it wasn’t cute.

I drew in a breath. God, I hated being taken unawares and thrown into situations that made me scared. And this was one of them.

“Where are you?” His voice was calm in contrast to mine, and it made me feel a little calmer. Maybe this wasn’t as serious.

I rattled off the address to him. There was more ruffling and mumbled curses.

“Stand outside. I’ll be there in five,” he said and hung up.

I tucked my phone back into my pocket and rubbed my hands down my shirt again.

I stared at the building. It was still loud and looked normal, which was ironic compared to what I was feeling inside. No one noticed.

How could they not notice that someone was missing?

I wondered if she was okay. It’d be better if I was just overreacting and overthinking things than for her to be in actual danger.

I could only hope Jaxon got here on time and we found her. I was never doing this again.

That was one thing I was sure of.