Snooping

Raelynn

You have got to me kidding me.

It’s ten p.m. on a school night and there’s a damn full-blown part happening right under my nose. The worse part of it all, is that I actually saw Grayson earlier but rather than telling me he’s turning our place into a club he decided I wasn’t worth the trouble.

A8shole.

I clutch the novel in my hand tighter as the terrible choice of music echoes through the walls.

The door snaps open and a drunk girl starts to come in gagging like she’s about to puke.

“Not the bathroom!” I practically fly out of my bed and rush her out slamming the door shut, leaning my back against it.

Frustration bubbles in my chest, but my mind drifts back to the letter.

Grayson had almost read it, and if he did all hell would be loosed by now. Thankfully he didn’t because Briella showed up but the jerk had refused to give it back.

I have to get it back.

Just then a plan comes to my mind.

Grayson’s at the party probably drinking or getting sucked off in some corner by a poor girl. Perfect. While he’s distracted, I’ll just sneak into his room and take back what’s mine.

Easy peasy.

A slow smirk spreads against my lips.

I push off the door, grabbing a black mini bodycon dress and slipping it on. The tight fabric hugs my curves, making me feel more confident than I should. swipe on smoky eye makeup and red lipstick. And viola, I’m ready.

By the time I step downstairs, the air is thick with alcohol, sweat, and bad decisions.

I barely take three steps before nearly gagging at the sight of a couple practically devouring each other by the staircase.

I roll my eyes. “Get a room.”

They don’t hear me, or pretend not to, so I shove past, muttering, “Gosh.”

Ignoring the chaos, I weave through the crowd, scanning for Grayson. My eyes finally land on him.

My breath hitches when I find his eyes already on me. and for a moment everything around us fades into silence.

His gaze is dark, heated, predatory. It drags over me slowly, like he’s stripping away my dress with just his mind.

I swallow hard, hating the way my skin tingles under his attention. Hating even more that I like it.

“Well, damn.” A voice whistles beside me. “I heard the new Blackwell kid was hot, but girl, you’re on fire.”

I turn to see a dark-skinned girl standing next to me, rocking baggy jeans, a cropped hoodie, long pink braids and a nose ring. She has this effortless, I-don’t-give-a-fuck energy that makes me like her instantly.

I arch a brow. “Umm…thanks?”

She smirks. “Name’s Yara. You?”

“Raelynn.”

Yara loops an arm around my shoulder like we’ve known each other for years. “Come on Rae, let’s get a drink.”

I don’t argue, following her even as I still feel the burn of his gaze still on me.

As we sip on whatever questionable alcohol someone poured into a red cup, Yara dances in place, totally in her style. I find myself enjoying her vibe.

Finally, a breath of fresh air in this royal dumpster.

I glance around, the house is packed, packed enough there’s a crowd outside it looks like the whole school actually turned up.

I lean in. “How the hell are there these many high school students off campus on a school night?”

Yara chuckles, swirling the liquid in her cup. “Because, sweetheart, this is KAQ. The teachers have zero say in anything. This school is run by us, and the richest kids make the rules.” She tilts her chin toward a group of people. “Especially the Blackwell twins and their circle of idiots.”

I scowl at Grayson and Isabella sitting in a corner along with their minions like their too big to associate with the rest of us.

“Well, that’s messed up.” I murmur.

Before she can respond, a guy approaches, rizzing her up with a cocky grin.

I take that as my cue to slip away.

Carefully, I slip through the bodies, making my way to the off-limits area of the apartment. No one stops me thankfully.

I step into Grayson’s dark room, my heart pounding.

Pulling out my phone, I turn on the flashlight, to scan the place. It’s ridiculously clean for someone like him. My gaze lands on the nightstand, and I move quickly, yanking open drawers.

It’s filled with a bunch of letters which makes me wonder if he has a fetish for letters or something. I rip one open but immediately close it back when I see a nude of a girl attached with the cringiest love letter known to man. Why would he even keep this?

Of course, he’s a perv.

I roll my eyes and search through them, gagging at all the “I love you’s” “You make me so h*rny” and all that d*mb sh*t, but none of them are mine.

I’m about to slam the drawer shut when my eyes land on something underneath one letter.

A photograph.

A woman with brown hair and blue eyes.

His mother?

By her sides are two small kids I assume to be Isabella and Grayson. They look exactly the same except…they’re smiling. And not the fake kind they give, but they genuinely look happy.

Before I can dwell on it…

A body presses against mine.

A low, familiar voice murmurs coldly in my ear.

“Looking for something, Sunshine?”