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my pajamas, and watch something on Netflix.
    “Raine? Are you kidding? She lives for this shit, she’s been talking about it all week.”
    I nod, then press my face up to the glass of the car window. Lancaster has a nice house. It’s a big white colonial, with a huge bay window in front, and a winding cobblestone driveway. I wonder what his parents do to be able to afford a house like this.
    I wonder if they know their son is kind of a tool. Probably not. They’re probably tools themselves.
    Brody gets out of the car and walks around the back, then opens my door for me.
    We walk up the driveway together, and the heel of my shoe gets caught in one of the stones of Lancaster’s driveway. I almost go tumbling down but Brody grabs my hand, steadying me.
    “Stupid shoes,” I mumble. “I knew I shouldn’t have worn them.” My mom thinks I’m out at a movie with Adrianna, which meant I had to wear something that could double as an outfit for a movie or a party. I compromised by wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a chestnut-colored sweater that hits just below my hips. I tucked the jeans into a pair of soft brown boots, but they have a heel, and they’re hard to walk in. Not that it really matters what I’m wearing. But part of me wanted to make sure I looked good, just in case Cam was here. Which is ridiculous and pathetic, I know. I don’t want him back –
    I just want him to realize what he’s missing.
    “You look beautiful,” Brody says, and squeezes my hand.
    “Yo!” Aiden says when we get into the house. He’s standing right in the hallway, wearing a Hawaiian lei around his neck, which is weird, because it’s not a Hawaiian-themed party. He looks a little uncomfortable. He’s probably worried that since I’m here with Brody, being nice to us would be kind of like betraying Cam.
    “Hey, Aiden,” I say. I try to give him a friendly smile, but it feels forced. It has nothing to do with Aiden of course – I’m just tense.
    “You guys want something to drink?” Aiden asks.
    “Beer,” I say immediately. Not that I’m going to drink it. I’m going to need all my senses at full strength if I’m going to be able to get Raine’s necklace. But I ask for a beer because I don’t want anyone to notice that I’m not drinking. It’s been my experience that if you’re at a party and you don’t have alcohol in your hand, everyone keeps asking you why, and/or trying to get you to drink and loosen up. Annoying.
    “Just water for me,” Brody says. “I’m driving.”
    Aiden goes to get the drinks. There’s music playing from somewhere in the house, but it’s not too loud here in the living room, just a dull beat that vibrates the floor but doesn’t make it hard to talk.
    “So what’s the plan, Stan?” I joke, trying to make light of the situation.
    “Do you see her anywhere?” Brody asks, scanning the crowd of people loosely packed into Lancaster’s huge living room.
    I look around, shaking my head. There are a ton of people from school here, but I don’t see Raine or the Triad anywhere. And then I hear her.
    “Excuse me, boyyyyysss!” she yells, pushing through the crowd. She’s dancing, gyrating her hips to the beat of the music that’s pulsating from the other room. “Coming throuuugh!”
    She’s dressed in skintight black pants, black high heels, and a silky black shirt that ties around her neck. The shirt is sleeveless and backless, and her skin sparkles under the overhead lights. Her long blonde hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders.
    Around her neck, her butterfly necklace glows.
    Practically all the guys in the room are staring at her, along with most of the girls.
    The guys want to have sex with her, the girls want to be her. Even without anyone knowing the full extent of her power, she has a magnetism that’s unmistakable. She slides through the crowd, Teri and Becca trailing behind her.
    They flop onto a couch over by the window, and then huddle together, talking and