University of Michigan
Nora Quinn
The quiet girl around campus with a wild roommate. She likes to stick to her studies and not draw any attention to herself.
Brayden Davis
Number one Quarterback and draft pick. He is your average college playboy...
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I needed to get out of here. I thought to myself as I ran down the stairs from the bedroom, that I was just in. This party was so huge it's making me claustrophobic. On top of that, I can't find Olivia anywhere. "Excuse me, do you know where the bathroom is?" I asked the stranger.
He nodded and replied, "Upstaris to your left." That was the last place I wanted to go, but I needed to go to the bathroom. I thanked him and followed his directions. When I found it, there was a huge line. Crap. Maybe one of these bedrooms has one? I went to one of the closed doors and opened it, revealing an empty bedroom.
Bingo.
I walked around the bedroom and found an empty bathroom. Once I used the restroom, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.
But he didn't answer. I sighed and dialed a different number.
"Hello," Olivia answered. She sounded like she was doing something that made her out of breath.
"H-hey, where are you?" I asked, caught off guard. A loud groan made me shut my eyes, realization came over me. She was having sex. I wanted to barf. Nasty.
"I'm busy. Find a different ride," Olivia huffed, mad at me. She hung up the phone. I held the phone in my hand, still shocked.
What was I going to now? I asked myself. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Crap.
I opened the bathroom door and then stepped into the bedroom. I needed to get out of here.
After walking through a bunch of drunk groups and couples, I finally found the front door. I wasn't really sure where I was, so I couldn't walk from here to my dorm. Where was I?
"Why did you run away?" A familiar voice spoke. I gulped and turned around, my front facing them now.
Brayden Davis
How could I make a quick excuse up? "Um...I got an important call," I said.
Brayden gave me a look, but I ignored it. Something I wasn't familiar with.
"Do you know where we are?" I questioned. At lease I could put him to use somehow. Since he was the only person I "knew" at this party.
"Yeah..." his eyebrow raised.
"Okay, can you tell me. I have to go."
"Maynard St." he told me. Shit.
"Okay, thanks." And with that, I start walking.
"Nora!" I ignore him.
"Nora!"
I stop and turn. "What?"
"It's going to take you like 20 minutes to walk back and it's dark. It's not safe. Let me drive you." He exclaimed.
