Despite growing up together, Catherine Simmons and Mattis Reed were never close.
Cat was inseparable from Mattis' younger sister, Chloé, while he was busy running around on the football field.
But when Cat's new dream drags her across the country du...
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This place is crawling with babes.
As in literately. There are so many people in here, we're basically stacked on top of each other, and the loud music is making any kind of intimate conversation impossible.
I grin down at the chick I've been flirting with for the past ten minutes. She's a sorority girl, but so are half the females here. She's got platinum blonde hair cut in a short bob and a pair of tits that are practically inviting me to stick my head between them.
I sip my drink, keeping my eyes locked on her soft brown ones. She giggles, blushing a cute pink.
Gotcha.
"I'll be right back," I say, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
Her eyes widen, a bit of uncertainty sneaking in. She clearly thought something more would happen, and I could probably hail her out of here right now if I wanted to. But I'm not done with the sweet effects of alcohol quite yet, and leaving her alone now will make her want it more.
I'll have my head buried in various body parts of hers before the night is over.
"But-" she begins, but I turn without hearing the rest of it. I scour the room around me, and all the bodies melt together on the dance floor. Dancing is not my scene, so I quickly make a detour to one of the other living rooms, where people are playing flip-cup instead.
Sidestepping two girls dry-humping against the wall, I almost topple someone, grabbing her shoulder while she steadies herself. She peers up at me with bright, amber eyes, her brown hair falling in waves.
I suppress a groan.
"Sorry, Dani. I didn't see you there."
And I really wish I had so that I could have run in the other direction: Daniella St. Claire, the head cheerleader and my former booty call.
"All good," she says, smiling brightly. "I've been looking for you."
Dani was a good lay, but she's having a bit of a hard time letting go after I ended our 'arrangement' before the summer break. I've avoided her the past couple of weeks, but I knew this was inevitable. The cheerleaders tend to hang around the team.
When I stay silent, her cheeks flush, and she brushes her hair over her shoulder, subsequently exposing more of her cleavage. "So, uh, how have you been?"
I fight the cringe. I fucking hate small talk, especially with chicks I have no interest in fucking anymore. Dani's gotten too attached, obviously, and I've tried to make a clean break.
"Dani, I just-" I stop, rubbing a hand down my face, unsure how to phrase this. In the end, I just give up. "I'm needed elsewhere."
I push past her without further ado, tuning out whatever she calls after me.
After three years, most people should have realized I'm not the 'dating' type. I know how rumors circulate around here. Gossip is currency on campus, and first-hand accounts will buy you just about anything.
