Both Andy and I gasped.
“Maeve,” I whispered, but Maeve wasn’t backing down.
Not even a little.
Tracy stepped forward slowly, her anger practically rolling off her.
“Listen, buldak.” Her voice turned icy. “I’m in charge here. So watch your mouth or you get bounced out, alright?”
Maeve didn’t answer, and honestly, that scared me even more.
Because she definately had a comeback loaded and ready, boiling underneath her skin.
That made Tracy smirk.
“That’s what I thought.” Then she gave me one last look, flipped her hair, and walked away with Andy.
The second they disappeared, Maeve looked ready to commit a crime.
“God, I hate those girls!” She said, pulling me forward. “It’s Dean’s party, not hers.”
“Then, how is she in charge?” I asked, trying not to hit anyone as we glided thr
