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He throws a dismissive hand and leaves. I continue aiming daggers at his back even as he disappears between the trees. “Did you hear that? He invited us to one of his parties.” “So what?” “It’s Ronan Astor’s party, Ellie! I’ve always dreamt about attending one. I can’t believe he invited us.” “Kim!” I grip her shoulders. “We agreed to never mingle with them, remember? We belong to different worlds and have different standards.” “It’s just a party, Ellie. It’s senior year, we can at least go to a party.” The spark in her eyes doesn’t disappear. If anything, she looks about to explode from excitement. That’s when I see it. The eagerness. The child-like thrill. Kim wants this. She always had this dreamy look in her eyes whenever she talked about the football game or when we overheard other students talk about Ronan’s parties. Unlike me, she wants to see that other crowd — Aiden and his pack of wolves’ crowd. Maybe she’s been holding back because of the bullying. Maybe it’s because of me.