Chapter 305

• My eyes meet Bridget’s in horror. We are on another planet in this place. For ten minutes we watch two girls practically dry-hump Cameron on his stool until he finally stands and leads them both out the front door by their hands.
• “I guess we know what Cam is doing tonight,” Bridget murmurs.
• My stomach drops. How many times has Joshua done just that? Picked up more than one girl and taken them home from one of these pussy parties. Past tense, past tense, past tense, I try to remind myself. I see Ben through the hallway looking around, obviously for us.