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Girl Seduced (The Girl Interrupted Trilogy Book #1)
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occasional scream of laughter…obviously, a party that was in full force.  It was at someone’s home – it wasn’t on campus. The campus security would have been all over this gathering, so clearly, it was far from the campus security and the rules that accompanied them. 
    As we got closer, I could see the party.  The house was amazing – a pale yellow colonial, two story classic home with pillars, spectacular gardens and cars parked all over the yard, the street and anywhere there was an empty place. People were stumbling all over, falling, bumping into each other and into random trees and bushes, jumping out from behind trees, and trash was already piling up all over the grounds. All I could think about was the people who owned that beautiful home and what they must think – or did they even care?  There were so many rich college kids that it didn’t surprise me at all to think that this was, perhaps, a simple “college house” that someone’s dad had purchased for his precious son to allow him to attend college while daddy could continue with his money-making ventures with no worries.  But it was the house that every little girl dreams of – the one that you move into with your husband, 2.5 kids and a dog…
    “God, Sabrina – this looks pretty wild.  Do you know any of these people?” I elbowed her and she was already waving to two guys. 
    “Of course, Jasmine – you’re going to love this.  Come on – this is going to be great!”  She started walking faster and towards the crowd and I just followed.
    Police in college towns tended to overlook college parties that weren’t directly within the boundaries of the college most of the time and college kids really didn’t seem to care anyway. The police saved most of their energy for serious emergencies – college kids who got into fights, missing students, break-ins, and other such events which were unfortunately, common in a college town. 
    Three guys that I didn’t recognize stopped in front of us.  “Hello, ladies…” they were eyeing Sabrina and I from head to toe.  I suddenly felt incredibly naked, for lack of a better word.  “You ready to party?”  One handed us both plastic cups with drinks in them and Sabrina took hers without a thought and chugged it down.
    “This is great!  Thanks – I’m Sabrina and this is,” she motioned towards me, “Jazz.” 
    I corrected her.  “I’m Jasmine.  What are we drinking?”
    They laughed and one answered, “Christmas cheer, sweetheart.  You both look amazing tonight – are you here alone or can we give you the tour?”   
     
    One of them came closer to me and held out his hand, as if to touch my shoulder.  As his hand was about two inches from my shoulder, I moved away and turned, as if looking for someone. 
    “My name is Jake.  I’m a sophomore.  Who are you again, beautiful?”  He started to touch my hair.  I looked over at Sabrina for some sort of direction.  She was already too busy and too occupied chatting with the other two guys.
    “Look, I’m sorry…” I hesitated.  “ – we’re actually meeting someone here.” I swished his hand away from my hair.  “Maybe next time.”
    I turned in the other direction and grabbed Sabrina with me.  I heard one of the guys behind us mumbling …”bitch” and they kept walking.  I looked back to make sure they weren’t following us, but they were already talking to two girls who were wearing matching mini-dresses and who were more interested and less choiceful than we were. 
    “Whatever – can you believe those guys?  I mean…” Sabrina looked aggravated.
    She stopped walking and faced me.  “Jasmine, we have to talk.” 
    She took me by the shoulders.  “I’ve known you all your life.  You are the kindest, most decent person I’ve ever known.  You’re the girl that everybody wanted to grow up to be , including me.  But we’re here! We’re in college. All of our dreams are coming true.  You
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