Free Gargoyle: A Reawakening (Briarcliff Series, #2) by Lorraine Beaumont Page B

singer Dawn was awesome, totally cool. She was
stoked to hear they agreed to stop by for a set. She looked around
at all the people that were beginning to show, arriving in droves.
There were at least a hundred people already idly standing around
drinking. She knew there would be more the later it got and she
didn’t envy them walking up the creepy drive in the
dark.

REPULSED
     
    SATURDAY * 8:13 PM
     
    Evie walked around the corner of the mansion
to use the bathroom and immediately regretted it. The ripe smell of
urine stole her breath. Gasping for fresh air she lifted her shirt
to cover her nose and stepped behind a line of girls curved around
the side of the building, waiting. Most of the girls she recognized
from the coffee house or campus. There were a few, though, that she
had no idea about, especially the two Goth-looking girls in front
of her. They were in the midst of a serious make-out session. It
was a heated scene.
    They kissed…caressed…
bit…squeezed… moaned…and were really into what they were doing. She
looked away, but glanced back off and on—it was kind- of hot to
watch, in a weird way. One of the girls opened her eyes and looked
right at her. She guessed she should have been embarrassed or even
apologetic, but heck, they were the ones getting all-busy in the
bathroom line. What else was she supposed to do? Stare at the
ground? So instead, she shrugged her shoulders at the girl and
smiled. The girl winked at her in return. She smiled back, in a
nice way. Like thanks for the compliment but I’m not interested
sort of way, even though she did feel flattered. The chick was hot,
so obviously she thought Evie was pretty hot too. It helped to
bolster her flattened ego.
    The wind picked up
strength, gusting around the corner of the mansion. A loud,
grossed- out sounding –groan, was expelled by nearly every female
in the line as the unmistakable stench of someone’s
“ number two ”
sucked all the freshness out of the air. No wonder the line wasn’t moving. Quickly she lifted her shirt back over her face to cover the
smell but it wasn’t working. One of the girls behind her was
complaining loudly about the lack of usable toilets and she had to
agree. Who has a big ass party and only has one Jiffy-John? And it
wasn’t like Kingston didn’t have enough money to buy a truckload
…oh well, who knew, maybe only one John was available. Right .
    Bouncing up and down she crossed her legs
like most of the other girls in line. It wasn’t helping. Actually
it kind-of made it worse. A few more girls dropped from the line
and ran off into the woods and she was trying to decide if that was
the avenue she wanted to take. As if on cue, some random guy with a
shaved tatted-head stumbled out from behind a tree, yanking up his
leather pants and then jerking up his zipper. His dark eyes caught
hers. “See something you like?” he laughed out, stepping closer to
her.
    Evie looked up at him.
“Ah—No.” He lifted his brow in response to her snappy retort, shook
his head, and laughed stupidly in her face. She stepped back
reflexively, which made him laugh even harder before he brushed
past her and headed back into the fold of the crowd.
    Creep . That was it. She was done waiting. At this rate, she would
end up missing the entire party. She stepped out of the line and
walked around to the front of the mansion to check to see if a
usable bathroom was inside. Dodging some people sitting on the
stairs she made her way to the doorway. More people were gathered
in clusters hanging around the edges. The ugly statues she had seen
earlier with Moriah, now each had a red cup perched jauntily on top
of their heads, making them appear as though they were wearing
little red makeshift hats. They looked silly now, but she still
gave them a wide berth as she bolted inside the door.
    The stale odor of the room
hit her once again when she stepped inside the foyer. She still
didn’t like it, but soon another sharper, pungent