Love me. Choose me.

{11} Love me

After sticking to Sawyer's advice on the internet and propounded suggestions of a good outfit for a house party–I eventually concluded that casual was okay, nothing to call the attention of others that I had dressed extravagantly.

I turned sideways to get a good view of my back region, but my gaze drifted to the blue jeans shorts that snugged up my waist. I had a red chiffon singlet on which was Sawyer's suggestion, and it wasn't bad at all.

Sawyer walked up to me as I applied a little lipgloss to my nude lips. She grabbed a jean jacket which had similarities to the shorts I had on and hung it around my shoulder. "This will go with the short."

"Thanks, I love it," I said, as I stared once more at my reflection in the mirror. I grabbed my pocket-size white fur purse from the bed, along with my phone.

As I made my way to the door, Sawyer called out to me, her voice embedded with seriousness. "Please, avoid alcohol today."

I gave her a slight nod and exited the room. I took a deep breath and turned to leave when I came across a tall figure with which I couldn't get a clear view of the person's face. My heart stopped immediately, as I stood transfixed at the spot. It took me some seconds to brave myself up and walk closer to the figure.

Shane was standing a few steps away from my dorm room, his back leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

"You scared the hell out of me," I uttered with my hand placed against my chest as I tried to calm myself.

He scrutinized me, his eyes laced over me. "Where are you sneaking to, by this time of the night?"

I gave him a confused look. "I wasn't sneaking."

Shane sighed and prodded to where I was, keeping a few spaces away from me. "Sure looks like it to me."

I rolled my eyes. "I was invited to a house party and I'm going."

He cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at me. "By who?"

I started walking off as I answered. "Trent."

He scoffed. "You've gotta be kidding?"

I turned facing him with a disgusted look. "What?"

"I've told you several times, that guy is not good for you. He'll probably break your heart and sever what's left with his minions."

"This time is different." I disagreed. "Trust me, I–"

"Remember the first time he took you out, he got you drunk and almost took advantage of the moment," Shane interrupted me.

I started walking and he followed me closely. We walked past the archway that framed the entrance of a small lounge with a few students sitting across a booth sipping cocktails and smoothies. Apart from the energetic vibes coming from the lounge the rest of the campus environment was deserted, with street lights making few parts luminous.

"I'll be fine, you can come along if you want," I muttered, trying to keep my voice low so as not to alert any living being close by, while I looked around with my arms wrapped around my chest, we stood at the very spot Trent had promised to pick me up from.

"I can't come, I have to study," Shane said in a throaty voice. "I don't like the fact that you trust this guy so much." He put his palms together and faced me. "Please, don't take any alcohol today. Not even a sip."

I nodded. The sound of the word itself sends a shiver down my spine–hangover wasn't something anyone enjoyed having.

A red convertible pulled up in front of us, and Trent climbed out of the car all dressed up in a black jersey and blue jeans. He gave Shane a repugnant look as he slowly took my hand, pulling me into a hug.