Martha likes a statement look, that's for sure.
Bold on the eye makeup and heavy on that red lip and gloss combo. I watch as she carefully applies the wing on the corner of her eye, making sure she's perfecting the look.
"You want some?" She asks, a smirk appearing on her lips as she glances back at me from her vanity mirror
She wants to look sexy for her boyfriend, since it's his birthday today.
"I think that it wouldn't suit me very well" I admit
"Nonsense" she shrugs off, like she always does to make me feel better
Tonight we'll go out and have fun. I won't think about Jacob or Aaron. I will just have fun.
"Maybe just a little bit"
Her eyes lit up in excitement and she immediately turns around and gets up from her seat, making me put my ass down before I could change my mind.
I close my eyes as she grabs my face, the wet eyeliner making me a bit nervous as it touches my closed eye.
"Just a little" I remind
She gives me nothing in return and I take that as a yes.
"You know that Jacob's gonna be there too, right?"
"Yes" i reply, a sigh accompanying the answer
"I'm just saying, if you feel uncomfortable or anything just say to me. We will leave"
"I won't feel uncomfortable because I don't intend to speak to him" I reassure
"You two are acting very strange. The other day you came out of his bedroom and you reassured that you slept with him" I rush to add but she manages to shut me up quickly "without having sex, of course"
"I was scared, you weren't here and I preferred bringing down my ego rather than trusting Aaron again"
"It's obvious that you guys like each other" she shrugs
We don't like each other. I just have very weird feelings about him since we came closer again. And by closer I mean that we are domed to be in the same friend group. He, doesn't waste time showing me his true hate towards me. I just deal with it.
"No, he doesn't like me. If he did believe me, nothing could ever stop him from getting what he wanted. He's acting weirdly because we have this awkward relationship that really bothers me those last months. We can't be normal and crack jokes with each other anymore, there's a wall between us and I can't figure out what it is" I share my thoughts, a weird feeling of trust coming out of me
She glances back and me as she puts everything back to its place.
"If you want to have a better relationship with him, then why don't you make the first move?"
Even if I act like we have nothing against each other, still, he wouldn't be able to do the same. His ego is massive, and unfortunately so is mine.
"I have tried, believe me nothing changed" i shrug
Every time we make a step ahead we manage to take three back. We evolve backwards, how's that possible?
"Anyway. Change of subject?" Martha smiles at me
"Yes, please"
"Are we gonna drink tonight?" She wiggles her eyebrows
"Fuck yeah?"
It seems like five minutes have past from the moment we are out of our dorm till we are right in front of the clubs big door. Martha smiles at me and I grab her hand strongly, being little nervous that I stand in such place after such long time.
Kyle has an entire booth booked in his name. I think their whole team plus friends will be there.
We pass some people till we target them in the crowd. And by them I mean Kyle and some of the familiar faces among them. Jacob's nowhere to be found though.
Interesting.
"Hi handsome" Martha is quickly to jump on Kyle, wishing happy birthday to her boyfriend by giving him thousands of kisses
"Happy birthday" I smile at him and he nods his head smiling back
"Thanks for being here you guys, I'm kinda freaking out about all those people" Kyle says to both of us
"Didn't you want all those people?" I question
"Yeah, not all of them" he shrugs
Well, too late now?
"Where's Jacob?" Martha asks and I feel a tight grip on my stomach by the mention of his name
"He's coming is a few" he reassures "You should sit there and I will be with you in a sec"
We sit on the couch and I stare at those bottle holders that contain about three bottles of white liquor in them. And there fucking six.
Who's gonna drink all that?
"That's a lot of alcohol, don't you think?" I ask Martha
"You clearly haven't seen football guys drink, honey"
I mean they're all tall and fit, which means they probably need more of that Vodka to get drunk. Compared to me, they need six glasses and I need only two or three. I'm not petite, but my alcohol tolerance is very low.
Quickly, I spot a tall guy staring at me and I squint my eyes because I would be damned if I could se in such distance. He glances once or twice and so do I, trying to discover the face.
"Martha, don't make it too obvious, who's that guy beside the big stereo? Tall, white blouse"
She immediately searches for the description, and I look elsewhere trying not to make it too obvious.
"Tyler Parker" she says right by my ear "And he seems to have a little crush on you. He's cute too"
"I know. I mean, I know that he's staring"
"Wanna do something about it?" There's a big smirk painted on her lips, and I smile unable to hold my tiny shame
"I don't know" i shake my head
"I know that we should start with those shots, don't want to be left behind do you?"
"Give me the fucking bottle"
After many shots and giggles and talk with those dumb boys- who knew that those hot guys would be so stupid?- me and Martha dance on the booth. My feet hurt because of the tall heels and my dress twirls up on my ass every five minutes.
But at least I'm having fun.
I listen to the music and close my eyes, the alcohol really affecting me now. I smile, my head is turned backwards as I really feel the numbness spreading through my skin. I feel hands wrapping around my waist, and I let go in their touch. My head finds a chest and lays there, my eyes still closed as I know who holds me and I feel a weird feeling of trust to their presence.
I turn my head a little, my lips burning as I feel a hot skin touching them. I open my eyes and face a neck, and I giggle giving a small peck on it. But then, something unexpected happens.
The guy looks at me in the eyes, eyes that I now see, are not blue like I thought they were.
There're black.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" I feel chills spread across my chest, my heart pounding as I smell his perfume
"Olivia" i reply hesitantly
"Beautiful name, beautiful girl" is what comes out of his mouth "I am-"
"Tyler" I continue fast
"Yeah, how did you know?" He smirks at me, already knowing that I have laid my eyes on him
"Saw you looking at me earlier, thought you were really tall" my drunk self has no limits when it comes in telling the truth, I have no shame
"You're so hot, you know that?"
And now, we're going to fucking play.
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RomanceOlivia Miles is a young girl starting college in another town . Jacob Prier is her childhood long-time crush and 3 years older than her. She managed to keep her passion for him hidden for years. But what happens when the two of them go to the same...
