Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Hope she had the good sense to be safe, at least.
Walking through the kitchen, I trailed down the hall,
around the bannister, and up the stairs. The music still
pounded outside, but it was a distant and dull thrumming now,
and while I had kind of wanted to stay at the party, I’d already
decided to leave even before I’d heard Arion and her
boyfriend going at it in the brush.
Embarrassment rose to my cheeks, remembering the guy
that came up to me a few minutes ago. You’re a little visible
through your shirt, he’d stuttered in my ear.
He wasn’t unkind about it, but it was still embarrassing.
I resisted the urge to fold my arms over my chest, but
instead tried to be casual about it and act like it wasn’t a big
deal. I’d felt my nipples even through my bras from time to
time. It couldn’t always be helped.
It was nice how he’d offered me the sweatshirt, though.
Sweet, really.
I found my way to my room and swung the door closed a
little, just in case Arion came in with her boyfriend. I’d locked
the doors downstairs to keep the party outside, but Arion knew
where the key was hidden when she wanted in.
I tore off my tank top and pulled on a sports bra, putting
my top back on when I was done. I almost always wore bras
since I didn’t have the genetics to be as small as some dancers,
but I wasn’t that big, either, given the diet and training I still
put myself through.
And the one time I didn’t, someone said something.
Awesome.
I grabbed my pointe shoes on my bureau, but then stopped
and put them back, deciding against them, and felt for my
slippers instead. Opening my door, I left the room and pulled
my phone out of my back pocket. Leaning just barely into the
bannister for support as I walked, I tapped the top of my
screen, the voice-over reading the time.
“Ten-thirty,” it said in a computerized male voice.