I'd been so busy anticipating getting back to my room that I hadn't heard the footsteps closing in on me. But there they were. From the sound of it, there were at least two. And I recognized that voice, too. It was Fratboy Eric. My feet carried me more quickly, and I didn't look back. If I ignored them, they might just shout a few choice words at me and head off to find easier prey. "Aww, Stephie, come back! We need your help!" The fear was hot this time, shooting out from my heart. I started running. The guys, like wild predators acting on instinct, gave chase. My skirt let me run freely, but they were faster. Strong fingers grabbed my arm and wrenched back so hard that the sharp pain in my shoulder took my breath away. I stumbled, falling backwards. But they caught me, held me up. "Why'd you run away? Didn't you hear Eric say we needed your help?" Joseph said.
