𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐄𝐘
For the past five years, I've managed to avoid him. I've managed to forget about him and move on from him. Mostly. Alex Lancaster and I have history, but nothing will ever change between us.
At least until he shows up at my dad's work...
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My phone rings, disturbing me from my sleep. "What happened to my quiet, peaceful life where I could sleep a full eight hours?" I murmur, searching for my phone. I sigh, pressing the green button blurrily. "Hello?"
"Hiiii, Lindseyyyyyyy."
I'm immediately awake. "Naomi?"
She laughs. "You should get over here! It's sooooo much funnnnn!"
"Are you...drunk?"
"Noooo. I'm just a little bit tipsyyyy." She slurs. Oh my god, she's wasted.
"Where are you?"
She gasp. "You're coming to join us?! Yayyyy! I'll message you the address."
I get a message as I'm getting dressed, grabbing my car keys on the way to the door. I try to translate the gibberish and I manage until I hear music blaring and my car begins to vibrate.
I guess I'm getting closer.
Pulling into the long driveway, I see people everywhere. Red solo cups are in their hands and many are having full on makeout sessions.
"Is this a college party?" My brows furrow. I park and get out, looking around slowly. What the hell would Naomi be doing at a college party? Unless... She said us. As in there was someone else with her.
Mason.
Damn it. If I could've just kept my mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened.
Taking a deep breath, I take the stairs up into the open door of the house. The heavy bass-boosted music hammers into my skull and makes it difficult to think.
God, why couldn't I just tell her no and be on with it? And why did I have to say Mason, of all people?
Memory, I guess. I got so used to sending people his way I forgot that he's supposed to be quitting.
I make my way through the throngs of people, searching for Naomi. I hear boisterous laughing and happen to look in the direction, finding Naomi sitting on a couch in between a girl and a guy — a guy who's being a little too touchy.
Sighing, I make my way to them. I notice her elbowing the dude to get him off her and step in just in time. "Up."
His lips quirk. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused. Now get up." I demand.
"Why don't you join us—"
"Get. Up. Or you're going to be wearing alcohol instead of drinking it." I pick up one of the cups from the coffee table.
"Whatever, buzzkill." He pushes himself up, moving over to another couch beside another girl.
"Lindseyyyy! You cameeeee!" Naomi grins up at me, leaning back in her seat on the couch.
