Free Indigo by Unknown Page B

impress him a little with mine. We go back and forth until Sabrina’s voice pushes into my awareness.
    “For goodness sake! What is this Dancing with the Stars?!”
    She saunters over, Shawn in her wake, and starts grinding comically up against me. Laughing, I start to move again and it’s not long before the four of us are letting loose as if the dance floor is our own personal stage. We’re out there for a good hour at least, talking, dancing, laughing, and getting to know each other a little bit better. I can’t believe I thought either of them might be psychopaths. They are clearly just college guys, both just hotter than average. Especially Kennedy, who I can’t really seem to find any flaw with physically. Sheesh. Other girls have been circling our group like vultures, but both guys haven’t paid them any mind. 
    Sabrina, I learn, is a fantastic dancer in her own right—although I don’t think someone who looks like her can look bad doing anything--and Kennedy can do a mean running man when forced into it.
    We’re all more than a little sweaty when we head back to the bar, deciding to have one last drink before heading home. As we finish paying three girls who had been watching us on the dance floor sidle up to the bar.
    I can tell they are giving Kennedy an appraising eye, and when they turn down to look at the girl he’s standing beside, one of them gasps. “Oh my god! What the FUCK is that? I would kill myself if that was on my face.”
    Sharp humiliation races through me at her harsh words and I can’t help but glance over at them in shock. Usually people aren’t so blunt in their observation of my scar. It’s obvious they’re all drunk, and it’s also obvious they’re all beautiful. One girl looks embarrassed when it’s clear I’ve overheard, but the other two look a little smug, although still unable to meet my eyes.
    Kennedy stiffens and closes into me behind my back as if in protection. He goes to put two hands on my waist, but stops, probably remembering my reaction on the dance floor. I’m mortified at that, too, and when I realize he must have heard the rude comment. He’s probably embarrassed to be seen with me. Out of nowhere, Sabrina is leaning over and pointing her finger in the girl’s face. “Back the fuck off bitch!”
    “No don’t!” I put my hand on her arm to try and push it down. “I don’t care.”
    “Or what?” The girl gives us both a look of disdain before turning back toward the bar. “What are you going to do about it?”
    Sabrina’s actions say it all when she snatches up her drink and throws it in the girl’s face, completely soaking the top half of her body. Nobody else moves as she stares down at herself in horror.
    Before things can get any more out of hand, Shawn grabs Sabrina’s arms and starts to pull her back away from the bar. Satisfied with the girl’s look of utter shock, she allows him to escort her to the door. Kennedy and I follow closely behind. He seems to be closing in on me, and I can feel the energy pent-up energy radiating off him on my behalf. I don’t know how that makes me feel.
    Beyond embarrassed at the way things panned out, I run over to Sabrina once we step outside and take in the self-satisfied grin on her face. “I’m so sorry. Don’t feel like you have to step in, though, it really doesn’t bother me.” The familiar lie rolls off my tongue with ease.
    She looks at me like I’m crazy and pulls me into a hug. “Did you just apologize to me? Indigo, you can’t have expected me not to say something. That’s really just asking too much for someone like me.”
    “She deserved it.” Kennedy’s eyes look black as he stares down at me. I return his gaze, a little surprised at the venom in his tone. “She was jealous.”
    Jealous of what? I don’t say the words out loud, but from the way he’s staring at me, I can’t help but wonder if he heard the thought.
    Shawn throws an arm around Sabrina’s shoulder and agrees