Fated to Break | ✓

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Olivia

Life at Canardi isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sure, the education is top notch, one of the best universities in the nation even.

But my social life is nonexistent. I left home to come to Canardi. All my friends and family are hundreds of miles away in Black Valley, New York. I left there to start fresh, to experience my young adult years as an independent me.

Well fuck this. I've made one trustworthy friend since moving here because everyone else are stuck up socialites, jealous of me for being with Canardi University's star quarterback, Lucas Sawyer. Granted, before we got together I was rather popular. I guess that's what happens when a beautiful girl becomes taken.

He's caring, misunderstood, and the most beautiful man I've ever met.

Speaking of which he's here now.

He texted me the party was getting boring and to come pick him up. I jumped at the opportunity. He doesn't stay over often so when he wants to I make sure to enjoy every minute of it.

When I showed up at the party and finally found him in the sweaty, humid crowd I made sure my lips were moist with a fresh layer of kiss-me-silly lip balm. Only now I suspect there wont be much kissing as he stumbles forward into my apartment, I let him go as he almost takes me down with him. Yes, he smacked right into the ground, and no, I don't feel bad about it even if he's sexy as sin. Trust me, not even you'd want 200 pounds of hard athletic muscle to crush your body onto hardwood flooring.

He grunts, rolling onto his back with struggle. I crouch beside him, a giggle slipping through. "Hey Lucas, honey. You need some help?" I ask, wincing at the subtle stench of vomit that his breath emits. I had to pull over for him on the way here just so he wouldn't barf all over my leather seats.

His dark eyes turn to me, an easy smirk pulling at the side of his lips, "Liv. What're you doin at the party. I thought you were gonna stay home."

My heart starts to beat uneasily. I've never felt comfortable around drunk people. That's when they show their true nature. I don't know if I want to hear that he kissed another girl in a drunken haze.

He normally hates being lovey and touchy feely so I hope he doesn't push me away as I reach out, grabbing his arms to pull him to sit up. He lets me, using what little strength he has left to stand up fully. He stumbles a bit so I wrap my arm around his waist. I walk him over to the bed and he collapses onto it with a huff.

"I'll get you some water," I whisper, turning to go to the kitchen sink. I have to keep my voice down, he always gets sensitive to noise when he drinks.

He stops me, a hand circling around my thigh. He slurs, "Where's my hello kiss?"

I grimace, trying to pry his hand off, "You're breath smells like vomit, I'm not kissing you."

He laughs, yanking my hand so I fall onto his chest, a surprised gasp slipping past my lips. He lifts my chin and tilts my face to meet his, "C'mon, I know you want to. You always play hard to get but you secretly love it when I ravage you."

He starts to lean in and I struggle in his grip, breaking free and falling to the floor. "Lucas. I'm serious. I said no." I spin, rushing to the kitchen to grab him a water bottle. I usually would be over the moon for his need for affection but he's drunk and he smells.