"Where are we going?" one guys asked, looking at Damon.

But it was Will Grayson who stepped up, slapping Damon on the shoulder as he passed. "Where no one can hear you scream," he answered.

Smirking, he opened the door to his black Ford Raptor, climbing up and standing between the open door and the truck, looking over the hood.

Will held his white mask with a red stripe in his hand, his brown hair styled in a faux hawk and his seductive green eyes laughing. "Hey, did you see Kylie Halpern?" he asked, looking over Damon's head to someone else. Kai with his silver mask on top of his head, and Michael, his face still hidden behind his.

“Holy shit, those legs!" Will went on. "A year did her a lot of good."

"Yeah, I'm missing high school girls," Damon said, opening the passenger door to the Raptor. "They don't give any lip."

Michael, less than five feet away, open the rear driver's side door of his G-class and toss a duffle bag in, slamming the door closed when he was done.

"Michael?" I heard Will's voice call. "It'll be a long night. Did you see anyone you liked?"

"Maybe," he respond in a deep voice.

Kai laughed. "Dude, I dare you," he challenged like he knew something. "They’re beautiful, but I'd wait until they’re legal."

"I'll try," Michael says. "A year did the a lot of good, too. They’re getting harder not to notice."

"Who are you guys talking about?" Damon cut in.

"No one," Michael snapped, sounding suddenly short.