No, she isn't serious

"No, and you can let go of me now, dick." Nicole attempted to wrest her wrist free from his grip but failed to do so. After the failed attempt, Markus squeezed harder and smiled.

"Yeah, okay," he says with a chuckle. "We'll see." His eyes locked on Nicole's and it is enough to send a chill down her spine.

"Markus, you ready!?" called another male student from down the hall. He was roughly the same size as Markus and flanked on either side by other male students of similar builds. All of them on the football team.

Markus finally let go of Nicole and turned to face them. "You know it, boys! Let's gooo!" he shouted as the group began to walk down the hall where Jennifer had gone.

What a fucking creep, she thought. Nursing her now tender wrist, Nicole made her way to the school entrance.

If she was serious about wanting to go to the party, she needed a few things. Did she want to pack things from home, grab a new outfit from the mall, or did she want to ditch the party entirely and head to the movies?