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doesn’t seem to really hear. Or even care.
    He reaches out and grabs my hips and before I know it, he’s grinding on me. Like, really grinding on me. Yikes. Uh, it feels like he might be … um, pretty happy to be dancing with me, if you know what I mean. Which just goes to show that you cannot judge a person by how they look. This guy seemed like he was totally hot and completely unapproachable, but he’s obviously easily excited and a little crazy.
    “Thanks for saving me,” he says. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and his lips are right against my ear. “That girl over there, the one who was sitting next to me? I slept with her last week and she totally won’t leave me alone.” He says it like wanting to hang out with someone that you slept with last week is the craziest thing he’s ever heard.
    “Oh,” I offer brilliantly, because I’m not exactly sure how to respond to that. “That sucks.”
    “I met her here,” he says. “I brought her home, and I should have known that she would show up here.” He shakes his head sadly, like he can’t believe his own stupidity.
    He twirls me around, and as he does it, I catch Cooper’s eye across the room, where he’s sitting at the bar with the 318s. He has a shocked look on his face. Good. I hope he
is
shocked. I hope he realizes how completely and totally desirable I am. I hope he realizes what a huge mistake he made when he broke up with me. Not that I want him back or anything. No way. I would never go back to that lying, good-for-nothing, disgusting jerk. I wouldn’t even talk to him, much less date him.
    I pull Rich closer to me, realizing that Cooper has no idea that he’sonly dancing with me so that he can avoid his stalker.
    “You have nice big hips,” Rich says.
    “Thanks,” I say, deciding to take it as a compliment. I close my eyes then and lose myself in the music. After a couple of songs, Rich leans into me and says, “That was fun, thanks.” And then he’s gone.
    Well. Okay, then. I watch as he cuts through the crowd and heads to the other side of the club, where his friend is now waiting at a different table. I guess they’ve successfully ditched the Blond Suntan Girls. I almost feel sorry for them. The girls, I mean.
    I head back to where Marissa and I were just sitting, but when I get there, she’s gone. Three girls are sitting at our table now, and they don’t seem too friendly. I look onto the dance floor to see if I can find Clarice, but she’s not there either. And when I look back to the bar, the 318s seem to be gone too. I sigh, then push my way through the crowd and outside, to see if I can find my friends.

Chapter Four
    8:37 p.m.
    The air outside is cool and feels nice on my face after the damp, hot air of the club. But one glance around tells me no one’s out here, either, so I walk a few steps outside to the side of the building to try and call Marissa, and when I do, I almost bump into Cooper.
    “Oh,” I say, pushing my hair out of my face. “Excuse me.” I try to push by him but he doesn’t seem like he wants to let me. I know this because he doesn’t move. “Move,” I say.
    “Wait,” he says. He looks around nervously, then glances behind him, like he’s afraid he might be tailed by an assassin or something. Which is completely ridiculous. Honestly, they’re really taking this whole secrecy thing just a little bit too far.
    “What?” I ask. “You know, you’re really taking this wholething a little too—” And then Cooper grabs my arm and pulls me over to the side of the building, before I can protest.
    “Hey!” I say. “What are you doing? Let go of me!”
    “Look,” he says, releasing my arm when we’re safely out of sight. Of who, I don’t know. I rub my arm and pretend it’s all sore, even though it doesn’t hurt at all. “I’m not supposed to be talking to you, so just calm down and—”
    My cell phone starts vibrating then, and I reach down and pull it out of my pocket. One new