KATY’S POV
I faintly hear someone call my name, but I don’t look back. I quicken my steps, praying it’s not anyone from that stupid circle. Honestly, I should’ve known better than to let Bryan drag me into a game of truth or dare, but yet, I let him push my buttons.
Just as I reach the end of the hallway, the one that leads to the room Allie and I were hanging in earlier, a hand clamps down on my shoulder. My heart stutters.
I turn, half expecting Stacy or Bryan, but it’s Braydon. I exhale a little, though I’m not exactly thrilled to see him either.
“What was that back there?” he asks immediately, like the question was almost bursting out of him.
I blink at him. “What do you mean?”
“You…” A half-drunk guy bumps into him and mutters an apology before stumbling away. Braydon shoots him
