Then I looked in the mirror again and changed everything. The black was thrown to the side and instead I pulled on a pair of pink skintight pants with a flesh-colored sparkly top that molded to my body. I grinned as I turned and headed out. My mom would've had a heart attack if she'd seen the new outfit.

Instead, I was content with Jessica and Lydia's reactions.

Jessica frowned and twisted her shirt in her hands. Lydia's eyes popped out and her mouth kept opening and closing like a fish. Finally she remarked, "You look good, Sam."

"Hot damn," one guy remarked as he and his friends moved past.

Another one gave me a wolf whistle while a third asked if he could feel me up. The last one asked if I'd go to dinner, but I grinned until I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist. I was pulled back against a body and a pair of lips started on my neck. I heard the chuckle and relaxed, slightly.

Jeff whispered in my ear, "Can we please go somewhere? You walked in that door and I got hard."

"Sweet nothings. That's what I look forward to from you." I patted his cheek and walked away.

He groaned behind, but followed. His hand curved around my waist and he pulled me close again. "Seriously, Sam. I've got an itch that I really want you to scratch."

At that moment, a guy burst through the crowd and landed beside us, against the counter. He glanced over with glazed eyes, but threw his head back and started howling. Some guys' answered and Jeff's hand tightened on my arm. When it increased and became painful I started to say something, but the crowd parted at that moment.

My words died in my throat.

Mason and Logan walked through the crowd with a few of their friends beside them. They strode forward as if they owned the party, which it felt like they did. It was a Public party. Jeff and I were next to the drinks so they stopped close. Logan skimmed an eye over us and grinned, but turned and grabbed a bottle. He started pouring drinks while Mason took one that was offered from someone. His eyes were locked with mine.

After a moment, Jeff nudged me. "You know Kade?"

"No," I clipped out and shoved through the crowd.

The group howled again as Jeff followed behind.

Lydia found us in a back room later on. She gripped a cup in her hand with a drunken haze over her eyes. "Did you see them?"

Jeff groaned. He had a hand curled around my waist and he'd been kissing my neck for the last hour. He pulled away and fell back against the couch now.

"Them?"

"Mason and Logan Kade."

My frown was quick. I couldn't block it.

Jeff noticed. "You sure you don't know them?"

"I don't need to know them to not like them."

Lydia swooned, "Mason is so gorgeous. Maybe I should tell them I was at the gas station that night. I bet he'd talk to me then. Maybe I will." She looked hopeful as she scanned the room.

"Pretty sure he went upstairs half an hour ago with some blonde," Jeff clipped out.

She frowned. "Oh."

"Where's Jessica?"

The excitement burst forth again as Lydia turned back. "She's in the back playing pool with Logan Kade."

"Really?"

Jeff shifted beside me on the couch. "I'm going to get something to drink. Sam?"

I held out my cup, but he left without it.

As I frowned after him, Lydia took his seat. "She's not playing with just him, but a bunch of others. I'm sure he doesn't even notice her, but maybe. Maybe they'll start to date. Could you imagine that? Being Logan Kade's girlfriend?"

"He's not that great, Lydia."

She frowned. Some of the drunken haze tried to clear up. "What do you mean? Have you talked to him?" Then she nodded to herself. "That'd make sense. You were out there. You saw the whole thing. Did they threaten you? You've never said a word about the car bombs. People don't know that you witnessed the whole thing. I bet they told you to shut up about it, didn't they?"

I gripped her arm tight.

She kept on, "Can you imagine being threatened by them? I'd have a hard time trying not to jump in their arms. Mason's so dreamy…"

Some people near us started to pay attention to the conversation. I saw their glances and as she rambled on, I felt more and more attention. My hand squeezed harder. "Lydia."

"Huh?" She tried again to focus on me.

"Shut up." I had a death grip on her now.

She gave me a silly smile. "Or did you get it on with them? I wouldn't blame you, especially with Jeff. Who cares about him, right?"

I snapped and stood up. "Would you give it a rest? They're not that great and my lovelife, if it is one or not, isn't your business."

When I whirled to stalk out of the room, I stopped short. Logan stood in the doorway with a cup in hand and a pool stick in the other. Some of his friends were around, but Jessica had a hand on his arm. She frowned when she saw me, but glanced up to Logan with a small smile on her lips.

Logan narrowed his eyes with his mouth in a firm line. I watched how his hands gripped the cup tighter. And then I stormed out. I didn't care if I pissed him off or not. Hell, I would've enjoyed that.

I tried to head for the front door, but there were so many people. I kept getting lost and so I headed up a stairs. It was empty and it was somewhere I could gather my sanity again. However, as I pushed into an empty bedroom, I hadn't expected to find Jeff in the bed with another girl.