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breath and just stare at him grinding against her.
    This girl’s cleavage is falling out of her silver dress, which hugs all her curves. She entwines her hands around his waist as Asher buries his face in the crook of her neck. He secures her against his body and they sway as one to the erotic music. With lustful eyes, she smiles up at him and bites her lower lip. He leans in as if he’s going to kiss her, maintaining eye contact with her.
    I clinch my fists tightly to prevent myself from going over there and clawing her damn eyes out. Crap. I need to pull it together . I don’t even know him, and what little I do know, I don’t like. Right?
    “Looks like someone needs to start listening when I give advice.” McKenna leans in and whispers into my left ear while I try to calm myself down.
    Asher snaps his head toward us a s if he heard her, which is impossible over the loud music. His eyes shift and lock onto mine, holding them for a moment, taken aback. They grow larger in surprise and snap back to McKenna. He’s pissed. She waves wickedly at him, causing his face to turn furious with rage.
    The tension is too much. I grab Aria , forcing her out of her seat.  I realize I’m being irrational, but the need to escape is overwhelming and I get tunnel vision.
    “Aria, come with me to the ladies room. ” I drag her like a rag doll behind me.
    “What the hell , Eve,” she screeches.
    “I need some a ir and you need to come with me,” I attempt to explain while I walk faster, pulling her into the ladies room and slamming the door closed.
    Of course , the bathroom is as chic and dark as the rest of the club. I throw myself down on one of the leather chairs in the sitting area and put my head in my hands, sighing and feeling overwhelmed. Yep, I’m unstable.
    Aria just stands there, arms folded. Crap, the angry pixie’s back. “Are you going to tell me the absurd reason why you heaved me through the club to hide out in the ladies room? I mean, it is a lovely room,” she motions her hand around, “but this isn’t a seventh grade dance, so spill it, sister,” she coaxes. Thin chocolate slits stare at me in partial amusement.
    I exhale in defeat. “There’s a guy out there on the dance floor.”
    She rolls her eyes. “Of course there’s a guy , Eve,” she says as if it’s common knowledge.
    I throw her a snotty look.
    “Eve.” My name comes out as a moan.  “A guy’s always the reason a normally sane individual such as yourself would drag her friend across a dark club and into the bathroom without an explanation. Otherwise, you would be peeing or putting on gloss.” She growls and sits in the chair opposite of me.
    I’ve got to give it to her; her logic is reasonable this time. I sit back, cross my legs, and entwine my hands over my stomach while ignoring her sound statement.
    “So this guy , Asher, he’s in my Architecture class. Today after class, he cornered me and made some offhanded, bizarre comment about my name. Then whenever he opened his mouth, he insulted me by complimenting me.” I sulk. “Anyway, he’s out there, dancing with some blonde bimbo,” I attempt to explain my ridiculous response to him, but it’s not very articulate. 
    Aria just stares at me, her expression is unreadable. She’s watching me like I’m going to explode.
    “What?” I ask.
    “You like him .”
    “I do not. Did you just hear a word I said? He’s rude, crass, and has no manners.” 
    “Yet here we are, hiding in the bathroom, because Eve’s jealous of the hot boy and the blonde girl,” she says while tapping her pink lips with her finger in contemplation.
    I scowl at her. “He might be hot, but his personality sucks.”
    “Eve , my darling friend,” she gets up and walks over to my chair then sits on the arm. “The good news for you is that dress is incredibly sexy and enhances your killer body. Those five-inch heels give the impression your legs go on forever. Not to mention, your makeup looks