The silence in the massive marble kitchen was so heavy you could hear the ice melting in the forgotten cups. Every single eye was glued to Mike Weller.
Before Jake and Chad could even take a step toward the door to execute Mike's order, a sharp clinking of acrylic nails against a plastic cup broke the stillness. Allie Grace Vance stepped out from the crowd of varsity players, her sleek blonde blowout bouncing as she crossed her arms, looking every bit the country-club queen she was.
"Michael, babe, seriously?" Allie Grace scoffed, her voice dripping with a mix of annoyance and casual malice as she looked over at my stained, shivering form. "You’re going to end the biggest party of the semester because the guest hand got a little messy? It’s completely not worth it. Let the college guys
