LOLA’S POV
“Let us go in,” Tristan held my hand and that of Mandy’s. We walked into the glass doors after being checked by one of the students who resumed position of a bouncer. The way the guy looked through me, I knew that he was tripping over me.
“Sure,” I etched a smile.
There were tons of people at Nate’s house. Some were dancing others were just drinking in their seats. The DJ played some good instrumentals and I could feel the mood of parting getting to me.
I was right about being the center of attention tonight. I could see men’s eyes staring at me as we made our way to the small bar counter where they were serving drinks. We needed shots first before anything else.
I could see from the corner of my eyes some guys trying to look at my hips. My hips really make plenty of men go
