Dormant

Chapter 13

Natasha

"You can't even hold your liquor, that's why you refuse to drink tonight." Monte giggled in my ear as the drink in her hand nearly spilled all over the floor.

I jokingly put my hand in her face and look towards the entrance for the tenth time tonight.

"Eager to see a certain someone?" Logan teases after coming back from the bar as Violet goes off into the crowd.

I snap my head in his direction and fight the same urge to look over at the entrance again. my hand flies to the back of my neck, slowly squeezing at my skin to avoid looking for her. "No. Just looking for..cute girls."

"Then cute girls we shall look for!" Monte cheered, catching the attention of a few others.

Logan's glossy pink lips form into a smirk as he stares behind me. "Cute girl spotted."

My breath hitched as I gazed at the entrance, tuning out all the noise around me. Tristian's hair was pin straight and the lights of the building made her hair glisten beautifully. Her turtle neck was cropped and tight, highlighting the muscles of her arms, and the size of her chest. She made sure to wear pants that started right under her tattoo, showing off her slightly toned abs. She looked great, but I made sure not to stare too long, of course.

I swallowed hard as she made her way over here, waving her hands at our group.

"Heyyy!" Monte slurred as she engulfed her into a tight hug.

Her eyes were on me the entire time, and I turned over to meet Logan's smug look.

"What?"

"I know what you're thinking." He sings, twirling the straw in his drink.

I scoff, turning my body towards him as I lean my elbows onto the table we're standing around. "And what am I thinking about?"

He lets out a small fit of giggles, leaning over into my ear and says, "You wanna have a playdate with Tristian's mate."

"Fuck off." I playfully shove him away and go over to the bar before Tristian gets a chance to speak to me.

A few minutes pass, and I turn back to see Violet and A.J back at our table to greet her. She seems to be getting along with them a lot better than I thought she would. They all seem comfortable. A bit too comfortable.

As much sympathy as I feel for Tristian's lack of friends on campus, I don't want her being friends with mine. It's just a disaster waiting to happen. The dinner party is a prime example. She was far too close to revealing our true past with each other, and who knows if she'll slip up and expose my old self to my new friends.

I realize I'm biting into my straw too hard, and out of frustration I slam my cup down onto the counter.

"What did that cup ever do to you?" I hear a voice ask to my left.

Assuming that it's Tristian, I roll my eyes and ignore her. My eyes wander the crowd beside me, and I feel an ounce of annoyance creep up once so hear her speak again.

"Not interested, understood." After analyzing her words for a split second, I turn my head and meet the eyes of a very, very pretty girl.

She's tall, almost as tall as the bartender with slender arms and a small chest that begs to slip out of her tight cocktail dress. Her dark brown hair is styled into layers, highlighting the hazel eyes that stare right into mine.

Cute girl spotted.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I chuckle nervously, fully turning into her direction. "I thought you were someone else."

"Who are you avoiding tonight?" She slowly sips the rest of her drink before silently asking for a refill.

I look over my shoulder and immediately lock eyes with Tristian, who's getting pulled onto the dance floor by Monte and Violet. She arches an eyebrow and raises her arms, expecting me to join them but I quickly turn back to the stranger at the bar.

"No one," I move one seat down, her warm sugary perfume easing its way into my nostrils. "What's your name?"

She laughs and flashes the small gap between her front teeth. "Emelet."

"Emelet." I slowly repeat after her, making sure to sound as seductive as possible. Judging by the way she eyes my chest and stares into my eyes, it worked.

"Yours?"

"Natasha."

Gazing into my eyes with so much interest and excitement, she giggles. "Natasha. Badass. I like it."

I try my best not to look into her shirt as we continue to flirt for a good few minutes, before Monte comes over and cuts our conversation short.

"What trouble did you get into while I was gone?" Her breath reeks of alcohol as she stumbles into the back of my shoulder, leaning onto me so that she doesn't fall.

"I made a friend. Emelet."

"Your friend is hot," She snickers, managing to hold herself up without falling over. "You gonna take her home soon or what?"

I laugh in disbelief and look over at Emelet, chewing my lip in thought.

"Yeah Natasha, are you gonna take me home?" My pulse skips at the sudden bluntness of her words. She has been throwing hints of us sleeping together all night, but I thought she was just joking.

It wouldn't hurt to, would it?

I analyze the expression on her face and quickly give in.

"I didn't drive here." I say in a raspy voice. She slides off the stool with no problem, flashing me her car keys right before gently grabbing my wrist.

"You should let your friends know where you're going. You know, for safety." She shouts over the music as we make our way towards the exit.

Looking back at my friends, I silently contemplate going over there and letting them know I'll be gone for the rest of the night to get laid, or discreetly leaving the club and saving the details of my night for later.

I instantly choose the latter and hurry into Emelet's car with the excitement of knowing where the rest of my night will take me.