My instinct immediately told me to back out, leave her in the room to continue her party. But before I could step out back to escape, her neatly manicured fingers grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t just stand there, cousin,” she said, and the word cousin screamed sarcasm. “Come inside. Trust me you'll love it.”
The room was packed with students, they were everywhere draped over couches, some dancing in the cramped space, others leaning by the walls whispering into each other’s ears. And every pair of eyes shifted to me the moment Jeile paraded me forward like some item she had picked up off the street.
I should’ve left honestly. My instincts screamed at me to turn and go back outside, or even lock myself in the bathroom, be anywhere else but here. But I didn’t want to give her that satisfaction.
