Lost in a Reverie 18+ Only (Book 1 of Lastor Series) ['23/'24 EDIT]

Chapter 16

"Dei Sub Numine Viget!" Bo exclaimed.

Everyone raised their red cups and yelled, "Dei Sub Numine Viget!"

They bumped their cups together and downed their drinks in unison. Bo stripped his shirt off, throwing it down and thumping his fists against his chest while howling before jumping off the roof and into the pool. Everyone cheered.

The guy knew how to run a party even if he wasn't the host.

"I thought he didn't know how to swim?" Tristan muttered from beside me.

I sighed, watching Bo floundering in the water. "He doesn't."

Two frat guys pulled him out, carrying him on their shoulders as some bikini clad sorority chick shook a bottle of champagne and aimed it at Bo who reveled in the attention. I shook my head, lighting up a cigarette.

The party has been on since noon after our final graduation practice and everyone was as trashed as they could get. We were finally one step away from earning our freedom. All we had to do was walk down the stage, accept our diplomas, and take a bow tomorrow. And then, we'd be on our way to greatness. At least that's how the protocol goes.

"You mind if I sit here?"

I looked to my side and found a guy standing next to me as I sat on the ground.

"It's a free county."

He flashed me a game winning smile before settling himself on the ground.

"I'm Chase by the way," he said, holding out a hand.

I rolled my eyes, already sniffing out the stink of his bullshit. "The fuck you want, Chase?"

He smirked. "You know what I want."

Like hell I did.

"Go suck a rotten dick."

"Come on. I'll pay ya double."

I arched a brow, raking my eyes over him. Blond. Blue eyes. Even white teeth. Flawless skin. Lean build. Overly-confident aura. He was the perfect American boy who was probably convinced the world revolved around him. The exact kind of boy who also thought he could score dope out in the open.

A fucking freshman.

I smiled. "Come here," I said, gesturing for him to come closer. He shifted, leaning into me. "You know who I am?"

He grinned. "You're Angel Lastor."

"Nah, sweetheart." I shook my head. "I'm the last fucking person you should be talking to." I grabbed his neck, taking my knife out and pressing it to his side. "I don't know who the fuck let you in but you don't come to me acting like some hot shot. You hear me, kid?" I hissed into his ear.

"My brother's the president of this fraternity," he stuttered out as if that meant shit to me.

"Declan?" I scoffed. "That guy has been begging me to let him eat my pussy for years. He'd probably watch me skin you alive if it means he can fuck me afterwards." I pressed the knife deeper, enough to tear through his shirt. He stiffened. "If you come near me again, I'll gut you and make a pie out of your intestines. You got that?"

I felt him swallow hard before nodding. I yanked him closer, tightening my grip around his throat.

"Words, bitch. Let me hear you say it."

"I... I got it," he choked out.

I shoved him off me. "Now fuck off. This is a fucking senior's party, idiot."