Masked Insanity (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7: Jealousy isn't a good color on you...

Sophie's P.O.V.

I briskly walked up the steps of the frat house. I looked back at my car to see Eliza, Crystal, Brittanee, and Hazel still getting out. I walked even faster, so they wouldn't catch up to me. Spending the whole night with those four material-obsessed airheads didn't sound appealing at all. Eliza I could deal with; I've been dealing with her my whole life. But Thing 1 and Thing 2 plus Ms. Congeniality equals my suicide.

I opened the frat house door and quickly shut it behind me. My eyes watered at the strong smell permeating the air, but I quickly adjusted. I was met with the usual: ear-splittingly loud music, people dancing, and groups huddled together playing various party games.

I walked over to the closest couch. Two girls were already sitting there, chatting and giggling loudly. It made me sick. I got right in front of them and put a hand on my hip and tapped my foot impatiently. When their heads snapped up to look at me, I gave them my most terrifying glare, perfected after years of living with my obnoxious younger brother. With a look of fear in their eyes, they rose from their seat and hastily fled. I plopped on the couch in satisfaction and pulled out my phone.

I groaned when I saw five new texts from the same number. Without even bothering to read them, I pulled out the little phone keyboard and angrily typed out a new message, "How many times do I have to tell you to leave me the hell alone before it finally sinks in?!" I turned off the phone once more with an angry huff.

I jumped when the phone emitted a loud ding. Well, that was fast. I slid it open and tapped on the bright red notification icon.

"I'm not leaving you alone until you agree to meet me. We need to talk about what happened," it read. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth in annoyance.

"There's nothing to talk about. Our little relationship ended the moment you decided to open that fat mouth of yours," I replied bitterly. I couldn't let this go on any longer; I had already lost everything and everyone that I cared about. If I wanted another chance at happiness, I needed to eliminate all contact. I sighed when I heard the familiar ding.

"He needed to know the truth," was the simple response.

Tears sprang to my eyes and I furiously pressed the power button until the screen went blank. I stuffed the phone in my clutch and sat there for a moment, recomposing myself. I pulled out my small makeup mirror and inspected my mascara. Thankfully, it hadn't smudged. I put it back in my clutch and stood up.

I walked around the party for a couple of minutes. Slightly familiar people greeted me and tried to start conversations, but I ignored them. I don't even know why I let Eliza talk me into coming here in the first place

"Hey Soph!" someone called out from somewhere behind me. I spun on my heel to see Christina barreling towards me, her face lit up with excitement. I immediately forced a smile on my face. I couldn't afford to get on her bad side as she was one of the most important members of the Alpha Zeta sorority. What could she possibly want with me?

"I bring good news!" she beamed at me. She was gorgeous. Her skin was flawless, and her midnight black hair was pulled into a glamorous updo.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"You know how they had closed off the sorority house because they needed... uhh... her room for evidence?" Christina asked uneasily. I nodded my head slowly. She was referring to Abigail Jones' room. Ever since her death about six weeks ago, the police had closed off her room in the house and shut down the entire sorority until further notice. I had no idea why anyone would even want to kill her. She was actually one of the nicer ones in her clique of mean girls. The idea that a murderer was running free in our university scared the shit out of me. I couldn't sleep right for weeks.