Cameron’s POVThe party was in full swing—loud music, flashing lights, and the overwhelming scent of sweat and alcohol. Frat parties weren’t really my thing, but tonight was different. Tonight, I had a plan.Daniel nudged me as we stood near the back of the room. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the bass-thumping music.I nodded, even though my hands felt clammy. “It’s the only way,” I muttered.We’d set everything up. The camera was in position, tucked discreetly behind a stack of beer cases in the corner of the dimly lit room. All I had to do was slip the drug into Brandon’s drink, wait for things to get messy, and capture enough proof to ruin him.Brandon was already surrounded by people, laughing like he owned the place. He always had that air about him—cool, untouchable, like nothing ever fazed him. I hated that. I hated the way he made everything look so easy. He’d taken everything from me—my fraternity presidency, my father’s approval, my place in
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