Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

through the crowd.
Hadn’t she been wearing a short-sleeved shirt, like a Polo
shirt? With a sweater vest, I thought? I felt them both as I’d
been holding her arm all morning.
I narrowed my eyes.
And just then, I heard my name.
“Winter!” Rika’s voice called.
And it wasn’t coming from the person holding my hand,
either.
I halted.
“Winter!” she shouted again. “Put your hand up, so I can
see you!”
I yanked my hand out of the grasp of whoever had me and
was just about to raise it, so Rika could find me, but the person
grabbed me, I heard a door creak open, and I was shoved,
stumbling into a completely different room with a tiled floor
under my boots, humid air, and a strange smell, like a mixture
of sweat, sporting equipment, and perfume.
Or…a body spray.
I shot my hands out in front of me, breathing hard and
noticing the noise around me had changed, too. The distant
shouts and chatter from down the hallway were gone, no doors
opening and closing, and…no female voices.
“I think you’re in the wrong place, honey,” some guy said,
chuckling.
“Whoo-hoo,” another boy cooed as he walked by me, and I
heard some whistles go off around the room.
Oh, shit.
My stomach sank.
Who the hell had grabbed me out there? Had Rika seen
where I’d gone? Oh, my God. I whipped around, feeling for
the door and finding it just a few feet away. But when I pushed
on it, it wouldn’t budge. Laughter spilled in from the other