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to you.”
    His hand slid up my inner thigh, and I held my breath. This was definitely not part of my plan to widen my social circle, and I was pretty sure I didn’t want it, but something inside me erased those worries into nothingness. Brad was definitely one of the cuter boys at school. I mean, he wasn’t Scar, but definitely high up on the totem pole. And I didn’t mind being so close to him at all; in fact, I was enjoying the sudden attention.
    As I kept rationalizing in my head, his lips touched mine and his hand cupped my sex. Oh, God, it felt so good there! I could feel his fingers skim the band of my underwear. My body heated and thighs tensed as he brushed his thumb over my clit. I had the urge to spread my legs wider and lower my damp panties, but didn’t get a chance.
    “Get your fucking hands off her, Brad.”
    I jumped up at Scar’s voice.
    Brad pulled away from my lips. His eyes darkened, but he kept his hand on my panties. I shifted, not wanting for Scar to see how someone else was touching me. He stood outside the gazebo and the view below our belts was obscured.
    “You better go back to the party, Scar. Julia wants to stay here with me, don’t you?”
    “Ahm...”
    “She wants to stay here as much as I want her to get raped.”
    What?
    “Scar, it was just a kiss...” I defended. One that was definitely leading to a home run.
    “Did you hear her, Scar? It was just a kiss.”
    Brad shouldn’t have mocked Scar, who took two steps and shoved Brad against the gazebo’s wooden support frame, holding him by the collar. It didn’t matter how many muscles Brad had going for him, they didn’t stand a chance against Scar’s.
    “Do you fucking know who I am and what I can do to you?”
    There was a long pause between the two of them, and I was sure they were communicating on a level I couldn’t comprehend.
    “You fucking better get out of here before I call the cops on you,” Scar’s jaw was so tight, I thought it would snap.
    “Like fuck you will. They’ll arrest you for possession.”
    Was he talking about Scar’s weed? I didn’t want him to get in trouble.
    “Scar, it’s okay.”
    “Yeah, Scar. It’s okay.” He leaned into my friend’s face. I wanted to giggle because I knew Scar, and mocking him while being that close when he was upset was definitely a bad idea.
    As expected, Scar punched Brad square in the nose. Brad took a swing, and missed Scar’s face but connected with his ear, splitting it. Scar pushed him to the side and out of the way. He stood in front of me, blocking me from Brad.
    “There’s something you don’t know about me, Wagner. I always get what I want,” Brad yelled before heading back to the house. The truth was, these spoiled rich kids usually did get what they wanted.
    “Are you okay? Here, drink some water.” Scar lifted the bottle he must have dropped on the grass before and handed it to me.
    “I think so.” I swayed on my feet. I didn’t think I’d had too much to drink. And I was sure that the alcohol content was minimal. I reached up to his ear. Blood was dripping down his chin and neck, staining his shirt. “You’re going to have another scar.”
    “Nothing new.” He showed me that crooked smile. “Jules, Kirk slipped GHB in your glass.”
    “What? When did this happen?” That asshole!
    “I don’t know. I overheard him telling Brad you’d be a good lay and that you were his birthday present from Kirk. I wanted to get to you right away, but Sherry got her claws into me, and by the time I peeled her off you and Brad were both gone. Jules, are you hearing me?”
    I heard him, but I found my ability to form a decent reply had been stripped away. I could barely understand what he was trying to tell me.
    “Scar, I’m not feeling very well.” Everything in front of me blurred. We crossed the property at the side of the house. I must have blanked out for a moment because when I opened my eyes I was on the back seat of Scar’s Hummer as he