In contrast to when I first came here, Paradise Avenue Nightclub is frantic tonight. A long line of people is forming outside the club.
“Would you look at that?” Lora says as she tries to glimpse the entrance.
I grab her by the arm. “This isn’t a good idea. Let’s just go to Caleb’s.”
“Hush! Let’s wait for him here. We wouldn’t have to wait in line. He’s a VIP.”
“His brother owns the club,” I inform her. “What if he doesn’t show up?”
There’s no way he would. Why would he accompany two girls, let alone his students, into a nightclub? Someone from Whitlock might see us here.
“He said he would. I have a feeling he’ll be here.”
I’m sometimes envious of her audacity. I would never have the nerve to call my professors as she did.
We wait for the next five minutes, watching every car that
