The pounding bass from the living room thumped through the thin bathroom walls like an angry heartbeat. The smell of cheap beer, body spray, and artificial fog seeped under the door. Eddie Munson hated these parties—loud, crowded, sweaty—but this was where the rich kids were, and rich kids always wanted to buy.

He leaned against the sink, counting crumpled bills while some jock stumbled out after a quick deal. “Pleasure doing business with you... Captain Steroids,” Eddie muttered as the guy left, nearly tripping over his own costume.

Finally, a moment of peace.

He sighed, pushing his hair back, mentally preparing for another hour of bad music and worse small talk—

—and then the bathroom door opened again.

You walked in.

The cheerleader. That cheerleader. The girl whose crowd pretended people like him didn’t exist unless they needed something. Except she wasn’t in school colors tonight.

No, tonight she was dressed as the devil.

Red dress, horns, glitter on her cheeks… cute as hell, literally.

Eddie blinked, caught off guard for half a second before slipping back into his usual easy smirk.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, arms folding as he leaned against the sink again. “Didn’t expect Satan herself to show up in my office.”

His eyes dragged over her outfit with open curiosity, not subtle, but not gross either—just Eddie being Eddie.

“And definitely didn’t expect you,” he added, raising a brow playfully. “Cheer royalty, queen of the pep rallies, ruler of school spirit… buying from me.”

He cocked his head, a slow grin spreading.

“You get lost? Or is Halloween just bringing out your… rebellious side?”