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there was a bit of a lineup, but the bouncer let us in right away.  He and Patrick did some handshake thing, and he unhooked the velvet rope immediately for us. I couldn’t believe it. Patrick just didn’t seem like the clubbing type, especially not a guy who was well known. He was full of surprises.
    The club was loud, wild and packed with all types of young people.  Patrick found us a table, and got us drinks.  Before I could even take a few sips, Dahlia was bouncing up and down to the music.
    “I have to dance, or I’m going to die.”
    “Then go dance,” I said.
    Instead she eyed Patrick, like she was hunting.  “Dance with me.”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “C’mon,” she gyrated next to him. “I know you want to.”
    He glanced at me.
    “You better go, or she’ll hump your leg.”
    He laughed. “Fine. Let’s do it.”
    Dahlia led Patrick to the dance floor and she elbowed out a spot for them to dance. I watched them for a bit then my gaze roamed as I sipped my drink. I spotted a tall, dark haired guy in black on the floor, rubbing up and down on a busty girl with a lot of tattoos. I couldn’t see his face, but it looked like Devon to me.
    My heart sped up a little as I watched him move his hips and his hands over his dancing partner. Then his head came up a little, and I saw it wasn’t him. This guy was much older, and not nearly as attractive.
    I turned away but felt a presence behind me.
    “Having a good time?” It was a whisper in my ear.
    I swung around to see Jordan standing behind me, a bottle of beer hanging from his fingers.
    “What do you want? Did you follow me here?”
    “Dating your mom’s secretary?” He gestured toward the dance floor.
    “None of your business.”  I didn’t like that he was here, obviously alone. It meant he’d only come here for me.
    “I’m surprised you’re not here with that freak Devon.”
    “Why would I be?”
    “I heard you two got something going. It’s all around school now.”
    “Whatever. Just leave okay?”
    He took a sip of beer, then said, “Did you get my message?”
    I gaped at him, my hands starting to shake. “What did you say?”
    “My message. Did you get it?”
    My heart leapt into my throat. He was the one. He had been sending me flowers and gifts and stalking me.
    “Stay away from me.” I took a few distancing steps back.
    He frowned. “What’s your problem?”
    “I said stay away.” My voice was raised this time, and other people looked over at us.
    Dahlia and Patrick rushed to me in seconds.
    “Is there a problem?” Patrick asked, his gaze on Jordan.
    “Please make him leave me alone.” I turned into Patrick, nestling against him. He put a protective arm around me.
    “You heard her. Get lost.”
    “I don’t think so. We have some unfinished business to discuss.”
    Patrick waved one of the bouncers over.
    “What’s up, Pat?”
    “This guy is harassing my girlfriend.”
    The bouncer scowled at Jordan. “You heard the man. Let’s go. You’re out of here.”
    “Fuck you! She’s not his girlfriend. She’s mine.”
    “Out now.” The bouncer reached for Jordan’s arm.
    “Get your hands off me!”
    After more scrambling, the bouncer, who was much bigger than Jordan, managed to get a hold on him, and ushered him to the exit.
    Jordan yelled, “You’ll be alone sometime, Violet.”
    I shuddered, and wrapped my arms around Patrick. He rubbed his hand down my back. “You’re all right. I got you.”
    “Jesus,” Dahlia said, “What the hell is wrong with him? It’s like he snapped or something.”
    “I want to go home,” I mumbled into Patrick’s chest.
    He stroked my hair. “Okay, honey. Just let me make sure your friend is out and not hanging around.”
    He pulled back, and rushed off toward the exit.
    Dahlia hugged me. “Are you okay?”
    I nodded.
    “I can’t believe Jordan acted like that.  Do you think he’s your guy?”
    “I don’t know for sure, but it’s looking that way more and