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100% pregnant with his baby. Tango turned down his acceptance to Syracuse so he could stay in Buffalo and take care of things. He’s been such a fuckup most of his life that he’s finally trying to do the right thing . . . although he should’ve done the right thing on Prom Night.
    The music changes from electronic dance shit to the drowning wails of Guns ’n Roses – I immediately search for a stereo with great taste. I walk toward the back of the house where a pool table is being used for anything but pool. Large doors open to a deck with a hot tub occupied by girls in bikinis. I spot Jeff near a keg, smoking a cigarette and talking to a group of girls. Jeff is from a blue-collar family of six boys. He’s admittedly still a virgin, but he can charm the panties off any girl with his personality. He looks in my direction and raises his cup and then continues chatting – my boys can take care of themselves.
    “Hey there! I’m Julie and this is Robin. Do you go to Northern?” Two pocket-sized girls bounce in front of me, nearly spilling their beer down my shorts. They’re both giggling as the blonde grabs onto my forearm. “So sorry, we’re a bit tipsy.”
    “It’s cool.” I smile. “I’m Adam, but I don’t go to Northern.”
    “Oh? So you’re a Mustang?” The dark-haired one asks.
    “Sure.” I lie.
    “Do you want to go to the bathroom with us?” The blonde licks her lips and slides her hand under my shirt.
    “What happens in the bathroom?” I smirk.
    They both laugh as the brunette stretches on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. “We have blow.”
    “Ah, awesome.” I nod. “Can I meet you there after I grab a beer?”
    The brunette takes my hand and places it on her hip. “Adam, bring whatever you want! We’re going to show you a real party.” She winks.
    I smile eagerly just to tease them. “I like real parties – meet ya in five?”
    The blonde cups my balls and it feels great, but these girls are all the same, and there’s no fucking way I’m snorting coke off a bathroom counter. They eventually loosen their grasp and blow me kisses. I glance out the back door and Jeff is shaking his head with laughter. I shrug my shoulders and continue to look for the stereo.
    Appetite for Destruction flawlessly transitions into the Beastie Boys – now I’m on a quest to find the house DJ. I look past the pool table and spot a girl with a long braid flipping through pages of a CD book. She’s wearing a short denim skirt with a black t-shirt and no shoes – I can only see her backside but there’s no doubt that she’s hot and wants to be left alone. She drops to her knees, reaching into the bottom drawer of the television unit and receiving the attention of every guy in the room. Her skirt inches higher with each movement until she finally plops on her ass and crosses her legs. I watch as all the guys in the room disappear.
    Interesting.
    “Hey country-fucker, you play pool?” Dylan bumps into me and puts his arm tightly around my neck. I could kick his preppy ass right here and now, but I’d rather do what I do best.
    “Nah, man.”
    “Figures. There’s a hot tub out back, a keg on the deck, pot in the garage and unfortunately, coke in the bathroom. But country-boy, there’s nothing for you in this room.” Dylan’s voice is curt and strong, but perception is never truth.
    I place my arm around his shoulder and nod once. “Right,” I say arrogantly. I twist my body to break free and walk straight out the front door.
    After a quick trip to my car to get what I need, I stroll cockily to the back room and casually glance at the stereo. She’s still sitting on the floor, flipping through books and tapping her bare foot against her leg. A game of beer pong has taken over the pool table and partiers flock from every room in the house to participate. I squeeze past two of Dylan’s boys, but they don’t seem to care who I am or what I’m about to do.
    When I reach her private corner, I