Lottie was uncomfortable and not because of the loud music in the frat party. Everyone was shouting and thankfully it was an open space where sweaty bodies weren't pushing through. But there was a huge con that overruled every good thing— someone was flirting with you.

Her eyes were scanning the person and putting a target on their head, her forced smile fading when they got closer to you, a burning void in her stomach exploding like fireworks. "Motherfucker..."

"What?" Jackie turns her head, the bottle hanging in her hands as she follows Lottie with her gaze, wide open after she realizes what's going on. "Oh, they're fucked... !" she couldn't help but exclaim, drawing people's attention to the group.

"Hey, babe." the sharp tone laced to her words cut like a blade, her strong arms wrapping like a present around your waist, a subtle tug pulling you closer to her. "Who's this?" the question could of come as casual, but her eyes were already shooting bullets to them, an uncomfortable tension in the air.