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carpet. "Ooh! You
have a photo? Lemme see lemme see lemme see!"
     
I sigh. There's really no choice. Manda can
be dangerously fickle, and the slightest little thing could trigger
a grudge that would push me into the 99% who have their faces
pressed against the window of her parties. I pull out my phone and
scroll until I reach the photo I copied from Karl's cell.
"Here."
     
Manda stares at the picture for a moment,
trying to focus on the screen through bleary, tequila blurred eyes.
Eventually she turns to me with her mouth wide open. "This is your
brother? This guy? Are you fucking serious?"
     
I frown and shoot a confused glance at
Penny. "Ummm, yeah. Why?"
     
"He's called Rafe, right? Tell me I'm not
going crazy?"
     
I'm shocked. Manda's gossip network is
good, but how the fuck did she get his name? "Yeah, Rafe. How the
hell did you know that?"
     
Manda bursts out laughing. "I know because
this fucking hottie's in my den right now, surrounded by every girl
in the state fighting over who gets to fuck him."
     
"Rafe's here? Why? How?" I'm sure there
must be some mistake. Why would Rafe gatecrash a stranger's
party?
     
"Why?" Manda repeats. "I don't know, but
it's probably because I throw the most kickass parties. As for how,
I guess he just walked through the door. A guy who looks like that
wouldn't need an invitation to climb into my bed. He sure as hell
doesn't need one to walk into a party."
     
    I can't explain why, but the idea that Rafe has come to my
party really pisses me off. With an attitude as bad as his he
doesn't deserve to have fun. He should be at home, sat at his
window smoking his cigarettes like a tool. He certainly shouldn't
be at a party, and especially not if he's getting the attention
of my friends.
     
"Lemme guess," I say, "he's standing around
in a tight t-shirt with a cigarette, doing a shitty impression of
James Dean for a bunch of dumbass girls who fall for his bad boy
act."
     
    Manda frowns. "Ummm, no, that doesn't sound like him at
all. Wait, lemme see the photo again. "She holds the phone steady
with two hands and squints. "No, that's definitely him. He's soooo fucking
talented."
     
"Talented?" I ask, surprised. "At
what?"
     
Manda smiles, reaches out and takes my
hand, picking the right blurry shape at the second attempt. "Come
on, I'll show you. God, you're so lucky."
     
I turn to Penny as Manda pulls me from the
couch, beckoning her along. "Come on, Pen." I lower my voice to a
whisper. "Don't leave me alone with..." I tilt my head towards
Manda.
     
Penny's out of her seat before I even
finish speaking. "Hey, you don't have to ask me twice. I want to
see this hot asshole who got your My Little Pony panties in a
bunch. Lead the way, Manda."
     
Manda guides me and Penny through the
labyrinthine house, avoiding the drunken crowds and stepping over
the slumbering bodies of those who've already let the booze get the
better of them. There are always a few newbies who don't know how
to pace themselves. They'll quickly learn their lesson when they
wake in the morning with shaved eyebrows and cocks drawn on their
faces.
     
The house really is huge. I expected the
den to be... well, like a den, just a small room somewhere in the
back of the house, but it's actually an entire outbuilding halfway
down the enormous garden. Manda finds a way into the building in
the dark, almost pulls all three of us into a hot tub that's in the
middle of the hallway for some reason, and then finally leads us
through a set of French doors into what could easily be the
rehearsal area for a small but very comfortable orchestra. A couple
of couches are arranged to face a beautiful glossy black grand
piano. About two dozen people – mostly girls – are sat on the
couches and the floor around them, their eyes fixed on the guy
playing in the darkness.
     
It seems as if nobody has been able to find
a light switch, so the piano is bathed in the light of the moon
streaming from above through a skylight. Everything