A/N: Hello! New story! Please vote and comment! I'd love to hear feedback about the story and the characters! This is just kind of an idea I had that I wanted to write from a change from Paranormal. It's New Adult so things could get graphic and sexual. Just FYI. :)
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To say the house was packed with intoxicated, horny university students would sadly be an understatement.
I told myself I could be normal-I could drink, party, have a good time at a casual, small gathering. The gathering that my new roommate had gushed to me about, however, was more like half WakeForestUniversity squished into this stone-brick frat house.
Being a normal seventeen year old was not in my genetics. What was in my genetics was bad nerves, inability to go against authority and a horrible habit of picking at my manicured nails. Which at the moment, was my only form of dealing with the craziness.
"Here," Willow, my new roommate said, handing me a red cup.
I swallowed and eyed the brown substance sloshing inside of it. "Thanks." It looked as appealing as feces.
She gave me a wild smile and once a new song came on, she began bouncing on her feet. The few things I knew about her was her major was undeclared, posters of Kill Bill and The Godfather, and she had a drawer by her bed full of condoms. I mean, at least she was safe.
The last thing I witnessed was she was brave enough to strike up conversations with strangers. I, on the other hand, never had. I simply sealed my lips shut and eyed the ground. As I was doing now, I took the chance to examine our shoes. I wore leather brown wedges, over a year old and still looking brand new-hers were low black heels, scuffed from use and the one heel looked dangerously close to snapping.
"And what's your name, sweetheart?" I flinched, eyeing the guy in front of me. His eyes were red and his smile lopsided.
"This is my roommate, Genevieve," Willow interjected when I simply gawked back.
"Genevieve? Hot," he shouted over the loud, booming music. I felt my cheeks grow hot at the comment. I had no experience with guys-none. I hadn't even been kissed from my strict parents overshadowing my entire life and attending an all girls high school. I wanted university to be different. I wanted to experience things, have fun to a certain extent. Maybe getting kissing off my list would help me to make the leap. He edged closer but I grew uncomfortable, focusing on my drink, gulping fast. I needed liquid courage. Willow clapped her hands and cheered as I finished it off.
"Damn girl, I didn't think you had it in you," she laughed, slamming her palm against my shoulder. I forced a smile, feeling the alcohol beginning to overtake me. With another drink done, I felt the full effect. Should have ate more today.
The room grew too hot and spun and when I looked to Willow, she was gone, along with the other guy. I pushed through the crowded living room and glanced around for them.
The more I stood on my feet, the more exhausted I became. I need sleep. I eyed the stairs and stumbled past couples making out viciously. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I opened the first door I saw and tiptoed into a dark room.

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Dangerous Seduction
RomanceAt Genevieve Duke's first university party, she makes the mistake of drunkenly stumbling into the dangerous, attractive bad boy's bedroom and straddling him, desiring to get her first kiss out of the way. After the humiliating night before, Genevi...