Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

O2

Chapter O2 || You!

;only enemies speak the truth

A week ago I was told to get my head in the books and out my ass. It was only today I decided to accept any help I could get and agreed to getting a tutor, so tonight, I'm partying my ass off and getting obliterated.

So much for passing on the next one.

Donovan wasn't happy I was coming here tonight, he cares more about my studies than I do, and deep down, I respect that, he's just being the good friend he's always been to me.

I'm eight beers down and as much as I'm not drunk, I'm beginning to see through blurry eyes.

"Yo, Simmons, pong?" KQ, our center, shouts over the music, waving me over.

I hand my empty bottle to some freshman tight end, and wade my way through the crowd towards the beer pong table set up in the dining area.

Last weeks party with the baseballers was a riot, I didn't get into bed till five that morning and woke up with a nasty ass hangover, but these ballers, the NBA's future, they go hard. I have a feeling practise is going to kill me in the morning, but fuck it, one final blow out before classes and studies take over my spare time.

KQ slings his arm over my shoulder, and shoots the two girls across from us a cocky smirk. "You ready to show some skin, ladies?"

The pretty blonde who's already wearing little to nothing, takes me in with greedy eyes, up my body, dragging them slowly back down, a sexy smile creeping up on her overly red lips. "Can't wait. I might even lose on purpose."

KQ howls out a loud laugh while tipping his back and slapping a hand on my shoulder.

It's never been hard for me to gain the attention of girls, it's like their genes are designed to be drawn to athletes, especially ones with a label, and sit high on the college social hierarchy.

If I'm drunk enough, and she's not, it might just happen.

And not even thirty minutes later, I got my answer. It's not happening.

After downing three shots, and sucking down a solo cup of mixed spirits, the pretty blonde blew chunks all over the pong table and had to be taken home by her friend.

Bullet dodged if you ask me.

"She didn't stand a chance against the dynamic duo of pong, anyway." KQ laughed, nudging my shoulder towards the counter where all the alcohol was lined up and sitting in coolers.

Taking the beer he's handing to me, we fall into conversation about our upcoming game against Boston Eagles.

It was going to be one hell of a game.