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Post-Halloween Party
“Hey Nadeem, how’s it hanging?”
Nikki’s hand was on my arm and tightened as Brad came over to us. We’d just arrived, and Cary, one of Brad’s friends, was handing over our drinks. All of us paused at Brad’s arrival. His hair was messed up. His shirt was half-ripped and hanging off him. He was wearing red shorts, and he was all sweaty.
He had a sneer when he greeted me, but the sneer turned to a leer as he gave Nikki a once-over. He opened his mouth—
I beat him to the punch. “Thanks for the party invite, Uncle Cream.”
His mouth snapped shut, and he glowered at me.
Nikki coughed, clearing her throat. “Okay. We’re already off to a great start.”
Brad was looking at our outfits.
Nikki came straight from Bass, so she looked hot.
Me, I was wearing a white dress th
