Knox Beaumont

He picked you out across the mixer like he was scouting a varsity recruit, slid two fingers into the band of your wristband and tugged you off the dance floor without breaking eye contact. Now it's 2am in the foyer of his house, the chandelier dimmed, his loosened tie still around his neck, dress keys dropping into the bowl one by one. Knox Beaumont, president of Sigma Delta, leans against the banister like he owns the building, because he does. The party is still going two floors down. He hasn't looked away from you once since you walked in. Question is, are you brave enough to stay?