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her enormous tits and half rubbing up against him like a cat in heat, it was clear what she wanted. Ryan, on the other hand, didn’t seem at all receptive and was mildly amused at best. He didn’t push her away, but he wasn’t interested, either. I didn’t think Nikki realised how ambivalent Ryan was. She didn’t say anything, but her rage was palpable. Ryan glanced back to see us staring at him, and his face dropped. He knew what Nikki thought she was seeing, and his chances with her went from slim to non-existent. He practically shoved the slut aside to get to Nikki, but she was already beating a hasty exit.
    “I’m just going to the bathroom,” she mumbled, “I’ll see you in a bit.”
    “Nikki,” I called after her. I wanted to reassure her about Ryan, but she was gone. Fan-fucking-tastic . I was alone at a party I didn’t really want to be at. I was too scared to drink, and now that Ryan and Nikki had disappeared, I literally knew no one there. The only thing worse than being at a party you weren’t actually invited to was turning up and realising that you didn’t know anyone else there. I was seriously contemplating cutting my losses and bailing, when someone touched my elbow.
    “So, you made it then.” Even in heels Albie dwarfed me, but as he gave me his best cheesy grin, he looked about six years old. I sighed with relief when I realised I’d been rescued.
    “Albie. I’m so pleased to see you!”
    “Wow. What I wouldn’t give for a welcome like that every day.”
    “It’s not like that,” I said, knowing he was teasing. “Some girl was rubbing up against Ryan. Nikki got pissed and Ryan’s gone after her, so I’m on my own,” I explained.
    “The usual drama with those two then. Fear not,” he said, draping an arm across my shoulders and herding me toward his friends.
    “I will be your host with the most tonight. After we gave you so much shit about coming to this party, I will personally make sure you have a good time.” I smiled at him and for the first time since I’d left Nikki’s door, it wasn’t forced. I still didn’t completely trust him yet. It wasn’t in my nature to give that gift away easily. But I did believe that I was well on my way to making another friend. After watching me struggle with my beer, Albie replaced it with a soft drink, for which I was very grateful. Ironically, without the fear of getting drunk, I relaxed a little more. He didn’t bombard me with questions or push me, but chatted about himself and told me funny stories about people he knew at the party. Not having to hold up my end of the conversation made it easier to chip in when I could. Eventually, some of Albie’s friends joined in, and as talk drifted toward the subject of the last party they’d all been to, I allowed myself to look for O’Connell. He’d mentioned that he was coming, but who knew whether he’d make it, and it was a big party. Even if he was there, he could have been anywhere. When I finally found him, all traces of his cocky smile were gone, and the blank look he always wore to fight was in place. He was shut down, giving his opponent absolutely no warning of the torrent of rage that was to come. Why then was that gaze was aimed squarely at me? He sat reclined against the sofa, his posture reeking of boredom, swigging occasionally from a bottle of beer. Although I recognised a couple of guys from the gym, other students mainly made up the group, all seemingly falling over themselves to impress the bad boy fighters. To O’Connell’s left sat a girl who was my complete antithesis. A hot pink t-shirt, that I suspected was sized for a child, was stretched tightly over her fabulously fake breasts. Add in some barely there skin-tight black shorts and some killer strappy black heels and her outfit, what little there was of it, was complete. Her long raven hair fell across her shoulders like black silk and settled on artificially bronzed skin that made her look voluptuous yet