Worth The Risk

Chapter Eight

SPENCER

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          I stared ahead of me in sheer and utter awe. There's a huge three-story mansion in front of me— it looked like something straight out of a Hollywood movie.

A mansion a celebrity should be living in.

Blake and his teammates on the basketball team must be really rich.

The four-story mansion brown-bricked with many huge windows all around it, giving people walking the city a nice view of the inside. I can see the many teenagers dancing and drinking and touching each other, colorful strobe lights shining throughout all the rooms.

Charlotte stops and parks her car near the sidewalk before we both step out, hooking our arms through each other's.

It was really shocking to me when Charlotte agreed to coming out with me tonight, let alone coming over to my apartment to get ready. We had an amazing time, and I could honestly see us being great friends.

"It's been forever since I hung out with anyone," Charlotte smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. I smiled anyway, actually contently happy and glad Blake convinced me to get out of my apartment tonight and hang out at a party— instead of sitting around watching television or reading erotic romance novels.

We walk into the house, the darkness — the only light source being the moving strobe lights— immediately embracing the two of us as our heels click loudly against the hard floor.

"There's your friend and his teammates," Charlotte nods into the opposite direction of us. Blake is leaning against the wall, a red cup in his hand as he's talking to a few of his teammates. There's a cup in his one of his hands and the other in the front pocket of his jeans.

Blake throws his head back in a huge fit of laughter at something, his Adam's apple bobbing. Laughing I look over at Charlotte, who gulps then shakes her head no.

"We should get drinks, yeah?" My eyebrows lifted in shock and surprise. "Since when do you drink?" I laughed.

"Occasionally," she shrugged.

That was fine with me.

When getting drinks Charlotte somehow convinces me to try a Cosmopolitan, and that's when I found out she was just as carefree as I was.

And so I agreed— taking a small sip before shortly wincing through my teeth. "Hmm, it's actually pretty good."

"See? I told you," Charlotte grins, gulping down her drink and quickly making another.

"Woah," my eyes widen slightly as I watch her. "I'm not a fan of getting drunk high off my ass like you, Char. No offense." I winced.

She winked and smirked at that. "Oh, don't worry about it, Spencer. I will not let you get drunk high off your ass. Promise."

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She lied to me, because I got drunk. Way fucking bad. And way high off my ass. What the hell else was I supposed to do at this incredibly boring party? Nothing fun has happened so far, and Charlotte left me alone.

I wondered where Blake was now that he wasn't with his teammates, and as I looked around the huge living room he was nowhere to be found. I silently hoped he'd come back.

Maybe I'd actually get to speak to him.

I texted Walker and asked where he was but he hadn't responded yet, which was unlike him. Maybe he was just busy with school work.