Scoring Wilder(37)

"Yeah, I'm sure. Call me if you guys need a ride or anything!" Emily answered, already sitting at her computer with Skype open.

"Fiiiine, but don't forget to use protection... you don't want your computer getting a virus," I joked with a corny grin. Emily shot me the finger. Thatta girl.

"You guys better be glad that I'm not on a call with him yet or I would have killed you!" she yelled as I started to back away.

"Yeah, yeah. We're leaving. Adios!" I said, trailing after Becca.

Before we ran downstairs, we checked ourselves out really quick in my mirror one last time. My long brown hair was hanging down my back and framing my delicate features. Not bad at all. Becca's cropped blonde hair was sexy and cute.

"Let's do this!" I shouted, grabbing Becca's hand and pulling her down the stairs and out to the cab. We piled in and gave directions to the cabbie.

"So are you going to hangout with Jace again?" I asked.

"Who?" Becca quirked a brow, and for a second I really didn't think she remembered him.

"You're kind of the definition of a tease, Becca. You flirt with guys and then you leave them high and dry."

"It's not like that! I have to test the waters first."

"But you thought Jace was cute, right?"

"He was fine, but I tried to make jokes and he didn't get a single one. He did that awkward thing where he'd chuckle slowly with a confused expression. I wanted to smack him in the forehead and walk away."

I laughed. "Okay, so you want someone cute and funny? That's not so hard."

She scoffed. "You'd be surprised.”

"We're here, ladies," the cabbie offered politely. We tipped him well and then hopped out of the car. The house was quiet from the street, but as we walked closer to the front door, you could hear the bass from the music growing louder and louder. We pushed the door open and stepped inside. Immediately I was greeted by a group of girls I didn't recognize. They were all dressed up as the same theme: M&Ms. But let me clarify: they were actually wearing skin tight spandex dresses with tiny "M&M's" printed over their boobs.

"Great, now I want some M&Ms,” I said while throwing my hands up.

“No time for sweets whilst crime runs rampant!” Becca declared dramatically.

"C'mon, let's see who all is here," I said, which we both knew was code for: let's find out if the seniors and/or Liam are anywhere in sight so we could strategically avoid them the entire night.

We continued into the party, stepping into the living room that had been transformed into a techno-infused dance floor.

"Now the age old question: do we want to get a drink now or wait until we find the seniors and then drown our sorrows while they scheme their next plan to take us down?"

"Now," I answered, heading in to the kitchen. There were costumed people everywhere. The usual suspects were present: pirates, ninjas, even a weird clown, but then there was a group of guys dressed up like princesses. I'm pretty sure some of them were even wearing heels.

Becca and I located the table of liquor. In the very center there was an igloo with a sombrero and mustache haphazardly glued on.

"I guess they even dressed up the punch?"

"Hah. Funny," Becca answered, grabbing two cups. A little card next to the punch clarified that we’d be drinking “El Puncho”.

Once we were armed with drinks in hand, we started the hunt for the seniors. We checked outside first. Just like last week, there was a keg and beer pong tables. We wandered through the crowd and then looped back around toward the house.

No seniors.

Then we went back inside and checked in the kitchen and living room again. Still, we didn’t spy them.

Could we have lucked out?

"I don’t think they're here," I shrugged with a sly smile.

"I can drink to that!" Becca exclaimed. We hit the lips of our solo cups together in a “cheers” and then downed the rest of the punch we'd been nursing during our search.

"Let's go easy on the punch," I warned, but Becca was already busy refilling our cups. Welp, I can’t say I didn’t try to warn her.

"Kinsley!" My name rang out behind me, and I spun around to find Josh heading toward us. He was dressed as a race car driver in a bright red jumpsuit with patches up and down the arms. The front of the jumpsuit zipped all the way down his torso and he'd left the first few inches open at the top so that his tanned chest shown through.

"Hi Josh," I offered politely, reaching for my cup of punch and taking a big sip. I didn’t think going easy on it was such a good idea anymore.

"You guys look great," he smiled, taking in my SuperGirl outfit with blatant lust.

"This is Becca," I said, motioning to where she was standing.

"Hey, nice to meet you, Becca. Do you play on the ULA team as well?" he asked with a smile, ignoring her obvious disdain. Josh was a charmer. He could stand there and pretend like we were just friends, like nothing had even happened between us. It was almost eerie.

"Yup," Becca answered brusquely, and then turned away. I had to fight to keep from laughing.

Josh nodded his head, his smile falling a fraction of an inch. "Well, I'm going to go say hi to some teammates, but will you stay in here? I'll come back and find you so we can dance."