scene?â
Clover laughed and swung her arm around Seraâs shoulders. She was suddenly confident, heading down towards the music, pumping from a black truck parked to the side of the fire. The voices were loud, too. A buzz hung in the atmosphere. It drifted up towards the starless sky with the sparks from the bonfire. Being at a party was even more exciting than Clover had imagined.
But in an instant, Cloverâs feet had frozen in the muddy ground. The snake-like eyes of Dee Harding seared into hers.
âWhat does the Loser Canuck think sheâs doing here?â Dee flicked her hair over one shoulder.
Cloverâs mouth went dry, and her chest revved up, then froze with fear. Her worst nightmare was unfolding. Maybe coming to a party was the worst idea of her life? She was going to get her ass kicked.
Dee had her besties with her, as always. The toughest girl in school stood just behind her and the head cheerleader simpered at her flank.
âShe just asked you a question!â the tough one said.
âYou lost to that Texan bitch, again?!â Dee asked, stepping up into her face. âSheâs my boyfriendâs cousin, you know he said she canât ride a bike for shit. And you keep letting her beat you!â
Dee and the other girls laughed, but jumped with fright when Travis fell out of the back of his van, followed by a very large girl, her boobs spilling out of her bra.
Dee turned her attention to Travis, âWhatâs going on?â she shrieked. She craned her neck to identify the girl in the âshagginâ wagonâ.
âBack off, bitch!â the boob-girl screamed, throwing a beer bottle. Dee was after her in a flash.
Clover grabbed Sera and dragged her all the way back to her truck.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Sera asked as she grabbed Cloverâs hand off the gear stick. âAre you kidding?â Clover said, tears rolling down her cheeks.
âWe can avoid them!â Sera said, her eyes wide, pleading. âPlease, Clover. You canât leave now! If you do, youâve let them win. Letâs go back. Itâs the only way.â She placed a hand on Cloverâs arm. âTrust me.â
Clover forced herself to take a breath. She knew, deep down, that Sera was right. Sheâd been running from Dee long enough.
âCome on, Clover.â Sera said. Clover sniffed, and wiped at her eyes with her sleeve.
âHey!â Sera said. âDonât you go wrecking my hoodie!â She whipped mascara and foundation out of her handbag, and got to work, fixing Cloverâs tear-stained face. âMy best friend gave me that sweater and Iâd do anything for her.â She sat back to admire her handiwork. âPerfect! Now get your undies out of your ass, and letâs go have some fun.â
They paused at the edge of the partiers, and sat on a log, overlooking the fire and the lake. Around them people were smiling, laughing, and swilling back drinks. A few guys wrestled off to the side of the bonfire. A guy and girl, who looked much too young, were making out in the mud.
She was sure she could see Dallas Cash, one of the hottest guys in school, standing next to the truck that was pumping tunes. Clover took in his wide shoulders, strong legs and perfect face. He looked as confident and self-assured as a soldier.
Dallas flashed his piercing green eyes in her direction, and she promptly looked away.
Someone sat down next to her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
âItâs okay,â Sera said, holding her down on the log. âThis is Sydney. Sheâs just moved here, from Denver. Sheâs starting school next week.â
Cloverâs face went hot. She stole a look at the girl, and was instantly more relaxed. Sydney was taller, like her, with kind blue eyes behind stylish, black-rimmed glasses. Clover totally felt like sheâd found another friend. It was an incredible feeling, like the day Sera