“EVERYONE! DJ MARS IS HERE!”
Oh.
Oh no.
I slowly turn back to him.
He’s frowning now, like this is exactly what he didn’t want to happen.
“Crap,” he mutters under his breath. “Hope Nate’s not pissed.”
“Nate?” I blink. “You mean your pal Nate?”
“Yeah.” He shifts slightly, suddenly looking almost… uncomfortable. “I’m not here to steal anyone’s thunder.”
And wow.
That is not the answer I expected.
But my brain is still catching up, so I barrel right past that.
“And the whole time we were talking, you didn’t think to mention who you are?” I demand.
One brow lifts.
“I told you my name, linda.” His gaze flicks over me, amused. “But tell me why that kid called you Larry.”
I open my mouth.
Close it.
Open it again.
Nothing.
No words.
Not a single intelligent thought.
Just one very loud realization echoing in my head?—
I just flirted with a world-famous DJ like he was some random guy in a parking lot.
“Larry?” he prompts again, his mouth twitching like he’s fighting a smile.
“Shut up,” I mumble. “It’s just a nickname.”
Before he can say anything else, the house erupts.
High-pitched squeals. Rapid footsteps. Chaos.
And then?—
We’re surrounded.
Bella’s friends. A few other girls I vaguely recognize. Phones out. Eyes wide.
“OH MY GOD?—”