Meilani Lin thinks Brennon Huxley is the hottest guy at her school. When Meilani got paired up with Brennon for a project, she knew it was fate. She read too many romance novels to know that they would fall in love. Except when Meilani learns that B...
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I hear moaning after I shut the door. He's already hooking up with my fucking partner. I walk into the kitchen to see Ariel planted on the countertop and Brennon between her thighs making out. They are shoving their tongues down each others throats.
I walk out not wanting to see the cannibalism anymore. I enter my dark bedroom, close the door, and flop on my unmade king-sized bed. I open my phone to see multiple notifications from my father. Frustration and irritation boils up in my chest.
3 missed calls and 10 messages.
I open the messages first and skim through them. Supposedly there's some ridiculous rumors about me.
I call him back reluctantely. He answers immediately.
"Dad,"
"Nathaniel,"
"What do you want?"
"Can I not call my son?"
He never calls me unless he wants something, "What do you want?"
"How are you?" What the fuck does he want?
"Fine,"
"How are your grades?"
"Good,"
"They should be, I didn't raise a failure," That's my dad for you.
"What do you want?" I repeat for the third time.
"I need you to cancel the rumors,"
"It's always the rumors, isn't it?," There are at least 5 rumors each month about me. They're all hilarious. Some jealous bitches make them up and post it on social media, every stupid person believes them.
"There are rumors on Twitter where it says that you hooked up with every woman in Columbia," he answers coldly.
"It's not true,"
"Then tell them,"
"Goddamn it, why?"
"Because I don't want the whole fucking world to think my son is a manwhore," I'm so flattered. Isn't he great at compliments?
"Fine,"
"Do it by tonight. If I hear about you getting another woman fucked up, you're coming home," he hangs up without another word. I roll my eyes.
Nothing goes right with my dad. But fuck, I really don't want to go back 'home'. I've been homeschooled for my whole life until he finally let me go to a private school when I was 17. I've never got my 'childhood' experience before. My 'childhood' was my dad yelling and abusing me for not getting the financial questions right that my dad gave me. He's all about making me the 'next perfect CEO'.
A groan of pleasure interuppts my train of thought. Goddamn it, Brennon. I open my bedroom door to see him fingering the blonde on the fucking floor. They both turn their heads when I come out the room. They look like a deer caught in headlights. Fuck this.
"I'm going out," I clench my jaw at them. I know Brennon enough to know that he's going to fuck that girl until dawn.
I go out the front door. I can hear the fucking moans from down the hall. It's 9:32 as I check my phone. I shove it back into my sweatpant's pockets and wait for the elevator. I wonder if Meilani made it back safely. She's so goddamn stubborn, wouldn't even let me drive her back home.
The metal doors of the elevator opens as it dings when it arrives on my floor. I enter it, seeing my reflection in the mirror walls of the elevator. Dark circles surrond my eyes and I try to fix my unkept light brown hair that's sticking up everywhere.
I arrive at our main floor and exit the building. The night air smacks me in the face as I briskly walk out the glass doors., New York is so goddamn cold once it's fall. I take out my phone and text my friend, Rowan, if he wanted to meet somewhere, since I have no where else to fucking go. Brennon is one of my best friends, been with me since freshman year. He can be a little..passionate, though he's a great guy. His rules for hookups are fair: no freshmen, no more than four people, and always a condom.
A ding from my phone interrupts my thoughts. I open the bright screen to see that he wants to go partying at the club. I really don't want to, but fuck it at this point. The club isn't far from the street I'm standing on so I decided to walk over.
Lights blind me as I walk through the colorful and bustling doors of the club. I brace myself as the reek of alcohol fills my nose and the couples making out comes into my vision. Brennon could live here forever, I don't know how. I head over to the round table at the corner, where my friends and I always go. He's already hitting up a redheaded chick with a short black tanktop. I slide in the booth and order a Coke from the waiter since I'm walking home.
"Hey jackass, meet Diana," he grins, looping his arm around her pale and slender shoulder. I know they'll be fucking tonight. The redhead narrows her eyes on me and smirks when she recognizes me. I always fucking hate that expression whenever I meet someone new. Why can't they treat me like a fucking human?
I nod to her and look around the loud club, "How's life?" I ask monotonously to the brunette.
"Fucking shit," he shrugs.
I grunt in agreement and sip my Coke from the tall glass cup.
Something catches my eye. Not something. Someone. It's her. She's sitting on the bar stools laughing with another girl with short and black hair. 'Going home' huh? Liar. I never took her as a girl who went the club.
Usually with every other girl I see at a club I tear my gaze away easily. But with her, it's difficult. It's like I'm drawn to her like a magnetic force. I can't make myself look away. I see the way she tucks her hair behind her ear and rest her chin on her hand. She sips her straw of what it looks like water. She laughs. She laughs with her hand covering her mouth and her eyes crinkle. She looks beautiful even when she laughs.
"Nate," an idiot pinches me from my left.
"What the fuck?" annoyed by the disturbance.
"Party on Halloween, 8pm, here," he informs me.
"Aw shit, I don't have a costume. Wanna be matching cowboys with me?" I answer sarcastically.
