Rosalie
Thank god. Spring break is here. College at UCLA has been fucking hard so far. I'm not excellent in school, pretty much an average student, but just passing has been so difficult.
Tonight is the first big party of vacation held at a frat house. Even though I'm not in a sorority, I still go to most of the frat parties. My dorm roommate (and best friend) Jasmine has an older sister who is head of a sorority and she always has us come meet her there.
I unlock the door and head into my small, but tidy dorm. Well, at least the main living space is clean. The drawers in my room are all open and there are various pieces of clothing on the floor from rushing to get ready in the morning.
Jasmine doesn't have any afternoon classes today, so she is probably in her room watching Netflix or something. I decide to go into her room to say hi and see what she is wearing tonight. I open the door and my eyes widen at the sight of her and her boyfriend of 3 months, Jack Johnson, making out on her bed. I turn on my heals to walk out and give them some privacy. Jazz notices my presence and calls,
"Hey Rose, come here!"
I awkwardly walk back into the room.
"Hey Jazz, hey Johnson," I nod in his direction, Jasmine still sitting on his lap, "so I was just wondering what you're wearing tonight because as usual, I don't have a clue what I'm gonna wear."
"There's no theme, so just wear something hot," says Jazz.
"Yeah, maybe I can finally get you together with one of my frat bros!" Johnson adds.
"Oh my god we could go on double dates and shit!" Jasmine squeals.
"Yeah, uh, I don't think so guys. I'm gonna go get ready."
Jack and Jazz are always trying to fix me up with someone. I've never really had a serious relationship.
After doing my makeup with blush, mascara, and a little bit of eye shadow, I search my closet for an outfit. I end up wearing a black romper with cutouts in the middle that fit my curves and d cups perfectly. I pair it with some nude pumps that I have learned to walk in through years of being short. I leave my long dark brown hair in its natural beach wavy state. Soon enough it's time to go.
- At the Party -
It's time to drink my school year so far away. Jazz and Jack head to the dance floor and have some fun. I hit the drinks table and order a round of shots, quickly gulping four down by myself. Minutes later I'm already tipsy, and chugging vodka cup after cup.
When I've just about had enough, I feel a firm slap on my ass from behind. I turn around and look up to see a tall, handsome, dark and curly haired boy with a grin on his face. He has a red plastic cup in his hand and is wearing a vans t shirt with khakis.
"Hey baby, I'm Nate," he says.
"I'm Rose," I slur, "let's dance."
Nate leads me onto the dance floor and we grind together as our bodies move in rhythm with the music. After a few songs, Nate leans over and whispers in my ear,
"Let's go somewhere more private to talk."
I giggle in response and Nate leads me outside. He pushes me up against the wall of the house and presses his lips to mine. Our lips move in sinc before his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gladly allow it. Nate's large hands cup my thighs and he lifts me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and intertwine my fingers in his hair as the kiss grows deeper. I want more.
Nate
Rose is so hot. The kiss keeps getting more intense as our tongues fight for dominance and the strong taste of alcohol becomes very evident. I am about to take Rose up into one of the rooms, when I realize how drunk she is. I can't take advantage of her like that. We'll have to fuck some other time. I push away and she gives me a sad look.
"Nooo Naaate I want more of you," she slurs, acting like a little kid.
"Baby, as much as I want to, you're drunk. I'm gonna walk you home."
"Ugh you're no fun."
"Do you live on campus?" I ask.
"Yeah but ONLY I know that I live in dorm 14B so you can't make m- oops," she messes up.
I chuckle at her adorable drunken state.
"Let's go," I grab her hand but she won't budge.
"Okay we'll do this the hard way then."
I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals and giggles. Her dorm is only a 5 minute walk away, so i can carry her small body no problem.
We get to her dorm and I put her down. She removes her key from her bra and unlocks the door. She grabs my hand and skips to her room. There are bras and lace panties on the floor of her room, along with the rest of her drawers hanging open.
With her heels still on, she lays down on her queen sized bed and falls asleep almost instantly. Damn, she did really drink a lot. She can't be comfortable the way she is dressed. I decide to put her in my t shirt. I pull off her high heels and place them quietly on the carpet. I slide down her shorts/dress thing and take off my "vans" t shirt. I unclasp her bra and carefully slide the t shirt over her head, trying not to wake her. I'm so much taller than her that the shirt is like a dress. I take off my khaki shorts and lay down in bed next to her, too tired to walk back to the frat house and concerned about her well being. Soon I drift into a deep, drunken sleep.
A/n: Hey loves! I'm really excited about this new book and I'm trying to do longer chapters for you all. Major Nate feels that need to be settled right now. I love you babes!
💞Skathaniel
