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were to go together..." He shrugged a shoulder. "It would just be nice to have someone else there that I knew. Another friendly face."
    He was almost certain he'd overstepped himself when she didn't say anything for a while. But at least she hadn't turned him down, outright. Silence hung in the air for so long that he was about to tell her it was no big deal, that she shouldn't worry about it, when the corners of her lips turned into a little smile and she nodded.
    "That does sound like it could be fun," she said. "Can I bring my friend Reagan? I don't think she'd like me going off to my first party without her."
    Jeremy's mouth spread into the biggest smile he'd ever had.
    "Of course, bring whomever you want," he said. "I'm sure they won't mind having more girls show up."
    Sarah beamed a smile at let out a laugh. It was the most beautiful thing he'd heard all afternoon, and it was almost enough to distract him from the nagging sensation that was now tugging at the back of his mind.
    What in the world had he just gotten himself into?
    * * * * *
    Jeremy zoomed through the streets of West Village as fast as his bike would take him. His mind was racing while he ducked between cars and pedestrians alike, drawing more than a few honks and shouts. He shouted apologies, but he didn't slow down. He didn't have any time to waste.
    Pulling up to a red light, Jeremy pulled out his phone and plugged in his ear buds. After punching a few buttons, a ringing noise echoed in his ears, and he waited for his friend to answer on the other end of the line. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long.
    "Jeremy, my friend, how are you doing?"
    The booming voice of one of his only friends boomed when it answered. Jeremy and Oz had gone to high school together--what felt like a lifetime ago. But they'd lost touch around graduation, and Jeremy hadn't even known that the big man had gone off to Franklin University. It had been a surprise to run into him on campus at the beginning of the semester.
    "I'm in a bit of a jam and need your help," Jeremy said.
    "Oh? Well, tell me what it is--Oz can help you out."
    "I sure hope so," he said. Jeremy pushed off and pedaled across the street when the light turned green. "So, you remember that party you invited me to last week?"
    "Ah, yes, and a party it was! You missed a wonderful time--women, booze, and craziness. The campus police even showed up, but they let us off with a warning."
    "Well, here's the thing..." Jeremy started. He couldn't believe he'd even gotten himself into this situation. All he knew was that he wanted to see Sarah again, wanted to spend time with her. But he didn't want to make it awkward, he didn't want it to be a big deal, or anything. After all, she'd just broken up with her boyfriend. She probably would have turned him down if he asked her on a real date. "...I kinda need you to throw another one--tonight."
    There was a silence on the other end of the line for what felt like an eternity. Jeremy cursed himself again for inviting Sarah to a party that didn't even exist. How was it going to look if he had to go back and tell her that the whole thing had been a ploy just to see her? She was going to think he was some kind of crazy stalker or something.
    "My friend, I do not think this is possible," Oz said, finally. "Like I said, campus police showed up and gave us a warning, last time. I do not think my brothers will be so interested in testing their luck again so soon."
    Jeremy let out a groan.
    "You gotta figure something out," he pleaded. "I'm desperate here--I kinda made a promise to someone and it's going to look really bad if I have to back out on it."
    "This someone wouldn't be a girl, would it?"
    He hesitated for a second, then said, "Yes. It's a girl I met a few weeks ago."
    Oz belted out a loud laugh that echoed through the phone. "Ah, the things we do for women. This girl, you're trying to impress her?"
    A hint of frustration swirled through him. Oz's questions were harmless, but he