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Underneath the pulsing lights of a frat party, a wager is made that will change everything.
Enter Lucas Scott, the university's hotshot hockey player, whose arrogance is as legendary as his skills...
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Aria
Where am I? Why does my head hurt? What day is it? My mind is going a million miles a minute trying to get a sense of what's going on.
open my eyes to find a stunning man to my left, and when I glance down, I discover that I'm still wearing his T-shirt and my underpants. I inwardly cringe as I am aware of what I did last night. I check my phone and discover a plethora of texts from Hazel.
H: Where are you
H: Your mom said you didn't come home last night?!
H: Aria?!
H: If I don't hear from you by 10am tomorrow I'm calling the police.
I look at the time and note it is seven o'clock in the morning. I sigh in relief that no cops are out looking for me. Don't get me wrong, I love Hazel, but ever since my previous stint in rehab, she has become a bit overly protective.
I search around whoevers room this is for my clothes, which I will likely find scattered about. Well, at least last nights me had fun. As I stand up, my head is hurting, and I need my handbag. After searching for almost fifteen minutes, I eventually get dressed and put my shoes on. I rummage around in my purse in search of the tiny silver tin I keep hidden.
Boy Wonder is still curled up and snoozing into his pillow as I turn and look behind me. I remove an oval-shaped orange pill from my tin and set it on his dresser after crushing it with a piece of receipt paper and the back of my phone. I take a deep breath and line it up with my credit card. I use my iPhone to text Hazel the location, and before I can decide otherwise, I quickly inhale the powder, embracing the unpleasant sensation in my nasal canal.
I hear my phone ding
H: I'm on my way
I check to make sure I have everything, then I go to the restroom to remove any excess powder from my face. I don't need Hazel to poke around and discover that I'm not quite as clean as she thinks I am.
H: I'm here
I softly slip out of the house, grateful that nobody was awake when I passed them on the way out. I can't even recall going to this frat party or who I went with. In all honesty, I have no idea what actually happened last night. I make a mental note to pick up some Plan B after concluding that I got laid because of the pain inbetween my legs. As I get outside I see Hazel's disapproving gaze.
"What were you thinking?!" she shrieks as I get into the car. Like I said, she's extremely protective.
I huff "Relax, my phone died and I couldn't find a charger until this morning, I was perfectly safe." I'm praying she just drops the subject, honestly I'm exhausted explaining my whereabouts to people constantly. "I'm an adult and capable of making those decisions for myself."
