The night air was freezing, and you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket. It was Halloween, so of course you’d gone for the cliché Playboy costume—tight black bodysuit, fishnet tights, and those stupid bunny ears that wouldn’t stay straight. It looked cute in the mirror, but now? You felt ridiculous as the cold wind bit at your skin.

You were walking alone down the dark road, your heels clicking against the pavement, when a car engine broke the quiet. Headlights lit up the street ahead of you, and you kept walking, trying not to look up.

“Yo, Bunny!”

You froze, shoulders tensing. Of course, it had to be him.

The car slowed to a crawl beside you, and Rafe Cameron leaned out of the passenger window, smirking. His friends, Topper and Kelce, were in the car too, laughing already.

“Where’s the rest of your costume? You lose your tail or something?” Rafe called, his tone dripping with mockery.

You shot him a glare but kept walking, heat rising to your cheeks. “Screw off, Rafe.”

“Ooh, feisty,” Kelce chimed from the back seat, cracking up like it was the funniest thing ever.

“Where you headed, huh?” Rafe continued, leaning further out. “You know it’s, like, thirty degrees out, right?”

“Leave me alone,” you snapped, quickening your steps as the car kept pace.

“Relax, Pogue,” Rafe said, grinning like he was enjoying this way too much. “Just trying to help. You’re walking to that party, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer, but your silence was enough.

“Get in. We’ll give you a ride.”

You stopped, turning to face him, your breath visible in the cold air. “Yeah, right. Like I’d get in a car with you.”

“What, you scared?” Rafe teased, raising an eyebrow. “C’mon, Bunny, it’s a long walk. You’ll thank me later.”

You hated him. Rafe lived to mess with you. But as much as you didn’t trust him, the thought of walking the rest of the way in the freezing cold was starting to feel worse than sitting in a car with three Kooks who made your life miserable.