“Get out of the doorway,” said one of the cheerleaders, standing on the landing outside of my hotel room. I hadn’t let anyone in yet.
I hadn’t known, when I had reluctantly agreed to host this party in my room, that it was going to include a group of random guys.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all,” I mumbled.
Elena’s smile tightened. “Backing out now, Cynthia? When we’re here on your doorstep?”
“I thought you were cool,” another girl said. “Why are you being so lame now?”
“Come on, Cynthia. Just let us in.”
I could slam the door in their faces, but then they’d hate me for sure. So instead, I swallowed down my worries and stepped back, allowing them into the room.
Someone lined tequila shots on top of the dresser. The music started, with a speaker in each corner of the
