Chapter 4

The guys stared, mesmerized by the extremely revealing designs.

The girls' cheeks flushed pink almost in unison.

Only Kai frowned—

He hadn't expected the lingerie-like swimsuits from the crime scene photos in our past life to really be picked by Skylar.

Skylar locked the door and tossed the keys to Kai:

"Like them? I'll model them for you later! Any other girls want to try some on?"

The girls glanced at each other.

One raised her hand: "Me!"

Soon, others joined in.

Many girls had crushes in the class and wanted to show off in front of them.

I broke free and grabbed Kai's arm:

"See?"

He turned to me.

I tried to signal with my eyes how wrong this was:

"Give me the keys. We can still leave before the police—"

"She must have a good reason,"

Kai pushed me away, pocketing the keys:

"Don't badmouth her if you're not participating."

The scented air felt heavy, making my heart race. I rushed forward and kicked over a dozen bikini-clad mannequins:

"Can't you smell something off about that scent!

"Someone's going to report us! If the police come, none of us will go to college!"

Someone sniffed the air and also seemed uneasy.

But Skylar pulled open the changing room curtain. A purple string bikini hugged her curves perfectly.

She leaned against the wall, showing off her figure just right:

"Violet, you'll say anything to target me, won't you?

"I just wanted to throw a fun show to help everyone relax, and you can't stand that?"

The moment they saw her in that purple bikini, the doubtful guys were hypnotized.

One snapped at me:

"Enough! All you ever do is assume the worst about Skylar!"

"You're just jealous she's prettier than you! But it's true! Even your boyfriend thinks so!"

The scented air made my vision blurry. My face felt hot looking at the guys.

Staying here was dangerous. I had to get out. I slammed my body against the front door, kicking the lock.

Skylar screamed.

Several guys dragged me back.

Jaxon stepped in front of Skylar:

"She's lost it! Lock her in the storage room! Don't let her ruin Skylar's show!"

Skylar subtly linked her arm with Jaxon's, smirking at me triumphantly.

Jaxon stiffened.

Seeing my panicked, tear-filled eyes, he gently removed Skylar's hand and touched my cheek:

"Be good. Graduation stress has everyone on edge. It's just a fashion show.

"I'll come get you myself when it's over."

"No!"

I shook my head wildly, kicking and screaming, but the aroused guys shoved me into the storage room and locked the door.

"Let me out! You're ruining your futures!"

I beat on the door like a madwoman, my hands swelling.

Deafening music blasted outside, drowning out my cries and pounding.

Soon, unsettling sounds mixed with the music.

The scent was taking effect. To the beat, even more disturbing rhythms reached my ears.

"What the hell is going on here!"

A sudden shout cut through the music.

I froze—

The police?