Alison Storm

Chapter 7

Alison

"We're going to a party tonight."

Yup. Y'all heard me right. And yes, my father hates the idea of me attending any college party. Especially a frat party.

And yet here I am, looking through my closet to find an outfit to wear for tonight. As far as I know, I cannot throw on one of my long dresses that I'm forced to wear to one of these galas I attend weekly.

I'm actually so excited. I've never been to a frat party. Or any party, really. Okay, one. But the girl that invited me only did because she figured humiliating me was going to be fun.

Not going to lie, the look on her face when I showed up an hour too late with my older cousin and a friend of his was hilarious.

She seriously wasn't expecting me to find a random invitation strange. But I suppose rich people are stupid, at least in everyone else's head so no wonder she was surprised when I saw right through her.

"The hell we are," Rhys says, looking up from his phone. "I don't do college parties."

"You are a college student, St. James. You should attend some of the parties too."

I truly tried to hate this guy. I tried and failed, much to the dismay of my heart. For so many reasons, I should have let him go. I should have run away from him like I do with every person showing up in my life. But something about Rhys keeps me wanting him around me.

Which is why he's been at my house daily now. As is appears, he has as many friends as I do. None.

Although, he has me now!

ISN'T THAT EXCITING????

Sorry, I didn't mean to yell...but I have never had a friend I could openly talk to. Beside my little Vienna. And I suppose Connor, but he's just...too young sometimes.

"I'm twenty-five, Sparkles. I don't party."

I come rushing out of my closet, eyes wide with horror. "TWENTY-FIVE!"

He chuckles, but said chuckle stops abruptly when his eyes meet my body. "Yeah, what did you think?"

I look down at myself, about to hide my chest with my arms but then I remember that he's seen me in a bra before. Not in person, but on the news.

It's still creepy how this guy knows so much about me when I have no idea who he is. Though, I know some things.

Like that his father owns a company of his own, but it's not that known like my father's. I know that his mother lives in Paris, at least that's what he told me, and that Rhys has a younger brother.

I also found out that Rhys hates glitter and the colour red. So guess what? Whenever I know I'll see him that day, I make sure to wear anything glittery or red.

And he absolutely hates it. But the reaction is worth it.

"I thought you were like twenty, maybe twenty-one. Not twenty-fucking-five."

How is he twenty-five? Like, I figured he looked older than the majority of students at SU, but I didn't think he was that much older than most of us. Though, to be fair, I didn't exactly ask around how old everyone was, so maybe this isn't all toooo surprising to other people.

"That bad?" he asks, his eyes once again wandering down to my breasts. "Your father didn't seem to mind it when I told him I was just that tiny bit older than you."

"Of course he didn't. He's five years older than my mum!"

I hate people, I really fucking do.

Especially people that expect the very worst from my father. Like, I get it, he's an asshole to you. No need to keep telling me about it.