Gambling Love

4. Imogen

The first day of school had come and gone and the first party of the year was officially in motion, we had been house hopping for a while and I think this may be our last, considering the state Spencer is in. Maverick and I glance at each other as we watch him toss back another shot, I move to the side as a new crowd of people walks into the kitchen. I think I see most of them checking out my ass. I roll my eyes as I bring my red cup to my lips.

I had changed out of my jeans and shirt and into something more girly, wearing black knee-high boots, a leather mini skirt, and a cropped baby blue corset, the perfect going-out outfit.

"I think we might have to drag him out of here," Maverick shakes his head as he yells to me. I nod. Spencer can handle his liquor though I'll give him that, he's clearly the life of the party here. "I'm going to find an empty bathroom," Maverick tells me and I give him a thumbs up.

I'm talking to a few people I know in the pre-med field when a hand touches my spine. I look over my shoulder and relax as Jaiden steps closer to me. He greets the girls in front of me, who say hello and excuse themselves "last I saw you, you were talking to Sebastian in the hallway," I yell to him. He dips his head low so he can hear me.

"Yeah! And then Genevieve came and I think he's taking her home so they can have sex!" He whisper-yells in my ear, we pull away and I see Sebastian leading Genevieve out of the house. I smile as I watch them walk out.

"What about you?" I ask him.

"Me?" He asks me pressing two fingers to my spine, the skin-to-skin contact makes me want to shiver but I don't. "I don't have anyone unless it's you," He smirks at me and I shake my head.

"I don't think Spencer is going to last long, have you had a drink lately?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"I haven't all night, I wasn't in the mood, I'll be fine to drive home," he gives me a nod as he glances into the kitchen for Spencer. I lean back in the wall behind me and Jaiden's hand falls from my back and he leans his shoulder onto the wall beside me. "You look hot," he tells me bluntly checking me out, his eyes linger on my cleavage.

"I'm always hot," I shrug and he smirks. My hand finds his wrist and I smooth out his prominent veins, he moves closer to me blocking me from the crowd out in the main area of the house.

"I think I'll cut my hair," I tell him looking up at him.

"Yeah? Dye it too?" He asks as I let go of his wrist, he immediately reaches into his pocket and I fear he's going to grab his deck of cards but it's a cigarette, I don't know what's better honestly.

"I don't know," I sigh. "My mom will hate it, cutting it is bad enough but dying it," I whistle as he lights the cigarette and takes a drag of it. He blows the air away from me.

"Who cares what your mom will think, it's your life sweetheart. Cut it, dye it, hell buzz it all off," he shrugs turning his head back to me. I shrug, there's no point in telling him I've never been good enough for my mom and I've spent my entire life trying to please her.

"Let me have a go at it," he continues and I raise a brow "I'll dye it for you."

"Oh lord," I laugh, "I should get my life insurance ready," I smile. He takes another hit of his cigarette.

"It'll be fun."

"I think you'd dye it rainbow," I say and he chuckles.

"I'd still take you to bed," he says with a smirk and I shake my head at him. The song changes from some EDM song to Kendrick Lamar.

"Come on mouthy," I say grabbing his wrist again and dragging him to the nearby dance floor. He spins me around and I fall into his chest, he takes another drag of his cigarette and pulls me closer. I wrap an arm around his neck and he lowers his forehead down to mine.