Safety Net {l.r.h}

55) Something's Wrong

ELLIE ABNER

I look around my room frantically searching for clothes to wear to the game tonight. Michael sits on my bed, his legs dangling off the edge as he watches me rush around.

"What're you looking for anyways?" He asks, leaning back on his palms that were secured against my mattress.

I let out a long breath, trying to compose myself as I close my dresser drawer. "The jersey, I'm looking for the jersey."

His eyebrows raise in interest, "Luke's jersey?"

"That's the one," I breathe out, opening the next drawer to sift through it. "Where the hell did, I put it?"

"Well, where did you go after you wore it last?" He asks, allowing me to organize my thoughts for a brief moment.

My mind drifted to a few weeks ago when I wore his jersey. Of course, I went back to the fraternity with him. It was the night that he had asked me out on a date, and frankly, I couldn't tell you where the jersey went after that.

"Shit," I mumble under my breath, closing the drawer.

"Figure it out?"

"It's got to be in Luke's room."

He shrugs, "it's not gonna kill you to wear something else, you know."

"I know," I sigh, "it's just that I've worn it during almost all of his games, and it's a-"

"Don't you dare say it's a good luck charm," he interrupts, pointing a finger at me. "That's literally so lame, you don't even know."

"But-"

"Just find something else to wear, Calum's on his way here."

I furrow my eyebrows and start digging through my clothes again to find another outfit. "What's he coming here for?"

"To pregame. Duh."

I roll my eyes, sticking out my tongue in disgust, "gross. I am not in the mood to drink."

"Which is exactly why it's the perfect time to pregame."

"Michael-" Before I could get anymore words out, there's a knock on my door. With a sigh, I saunter over to it and swing it open, revealing Calum and an excited blonde who was wearing a wide smile.

"Why aren't you ready?" The girl asks, a frown replacing the grin. She immediately rushes inside the dorm room, Calum sluggishly following behind her with a heavy black backpack full of booze.

"I was going to wear Luke's jersey, but I left it in his room."

Dayna smirks, "while doing the dirty?" She questions, wiggling her eyebrows.

I roll my eyes for the millionth time, "just help me find something else to wear. We have to leave in less than twenty minutes."

Thankfully Dayna got straight to business of looking for an outfit. She ended up pulling out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a white turtleneck long sleeve shirt with a baggy mustard yellow sublime shirt pulled over it, and my doc martin boots.

"Now that you're all dolled up, come take a shot of this and tell me what it is," Michael says, leaving no room to argue as he extends the shot glass towards me. I hesitantly take it from his grasp and put it up to my nose to smell it. The glass was filled with a white liquid and a small bit of brown liquid was floating on top of it; it looked gross, but it smelled delicious.

"It looks like," I cut myself off as soon as I have the dirty thought in mind, "nevermind."

"You're fucking gross," Dayna snorts, shaking her head. "Just take the damn shot."