All because of us

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Bren POV:

I will admit that watching Lexie move her hips to CIRCLE did something to me but as soon as that thought came it left immediately.

She's been my best friend for the past three years and it's nothing but platonic love between us. Sure, yeah she's gorgeous and has an amazing personality and I enjoy spending time with her but she's not my type.

I like exotic women—doesn't matter the color of the skin as long as they have dark hair and light eyes, they're my type.

Like I said, Lexie is far from my type.

I walk around the crowd walking up to the coffee table and extending my hands to these hyenas. They fell off of it from when they were dancing and they haven't stopped laughing for the past five minutes.

I chuckle when I hear Lexie snort between laughs. "How high are you?" I ask her as she stands beside me. Yasmine and Cami walk away getting more drinks, not that they need any.

"Not as high as I wanna be." She grins and shimmies her hips.

I roll my eyes and dig my hand in my pocket of my jeans, taking out an extra blunt I rolled earlier just in case she wanted more. I know her all too well.

I bring it up to her eyesight and her eyes immediately sparkle. However, that glint doesn't stay on for long when it turns dark and a frown is on her face. What the fuck happened?

"What?" I ask her frowning as well. I thought this would make her happy.

I follow her line of vision and turn around to see her ex, again. The one and only jackass. What is it with this tool? He's not allowed here. Not only is it the basketball house but Sebastian owns it. Anyone who hurts one of us, is gone. That's how it is in our group.

Fucking prick.

I turn back around, my body going rigid when I look down and see the bruise on her wrist. This fucker is going to die. My breathing accelerates, the loud pumping of my pulse is all I hear as the crowd goes quiet around me.

"Bren, hey, Bren." Lexies soft voice soothes me instantly and I look down at her. "Let's just continue having fun, okay?" She grabs the blunt and puts it between her lips as her big green eyes stare back at me. She giggles noticing the tension left my body and takes out the blunt. "Lighter?"

I dig in my other pocket and give her my neon yellow lighter. It's my lucky one.

She lights up the blunt, doesn't matter if people are around us, it's like we're in our own world. She takes a hit and releases it, the smoke hitting my face.

Cherries and lime

My favorite.

Especially the cherry.

I take it from her and copy her exact movements, keeping it in a bit longer than she does and when I blow it out it's in the shape of an o.

"Let's play truth or dare!" A girl shouts. Who is she? how old is she? This is a game I played in middle school.

My brows furrow in confusion and that's when I realize the music has been lowered and there's only easily twenty people inside the house. The rest is outside.

What the fuck.

I keep zoning out today and I don't know why.

I sit down on the couch manspreading and cracking my muscles. My body is sore from basketball practice this morning.

Not that... it's been a while.