"Clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in. Skies grew darker, currents swept you out again."
Lainey Beaumont is your typical girl next door. Kind, charming, and extremely intelligent. She is attending the University of Michigan in hopes...
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"He's like a poem I wish I wrote."
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"Okay I've left it for long enough. You need to tell me what's going on between you and Luke."
Isobel whips into my room like a tornado on the loose. She scares the shit out of me because I thought I locked my door.
"Woah, what?"
"You know exactly what. You've been attached to his hip for like two months now."
"Izzie it's only been a week since we started working on the project. In order to get everything done I have to spend more than five minutes with the guy."
Rolling my eyes I sit up and close my laptop shut. Isobel always seems to show up at the worst time, I was just getting into the first season of Bridgerton.
"There's definitely more going on than just the project. I'm not an idiot Lainey."
"I think you are an idiot. Luke is my friend and that's it, I'm not looking for a relationship right now."
I'm not lying when I tell her that. With graduation right around the corner I am busier than ever, I dont need a guy hanging off my back while I take care of my business.
She shoots me a look that tells me she thinks I am full of shit. I really don't care what Isobel thinks.
"Whatever you say."
"What are you doing here?"
"I haven't seen you in awhile so I thought we could go to a bar. There's this new one opening tonight near campus. It's a sports bar so I thought we could go and check it out."
Surprisingly I don't hate the idea. A new sports bar sounds pretty exciting and even though a huge part of me wants to stay in my bed and do nothing, I find myself agreeing with Isobel.
"That sounds fun, let's go."
Isobel claps her hands and squeals in excitement. "I thought that would take more convincing."
She grabs my hand and pulls me off the bed and towards my small closet. She insists on picking my outfit.
That's how I end up at The Brickhouse wearing the tightest pair of jeans I own and a shirt so small I am worried I'll get arrested for public nudity. It is a pretty purple halter top that is completely backless. The front is cropped and barely covering my tits but I do have to admit that I feel hot.
