40oz to freedom - rafe cameron x oc

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this chapter includes underage drinking; if you or someone you know is in need of help, please call or text 988

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EAST CAROLINA UNIVERSITY, THETA CHI FRATERNITY - 10 MONTHS PRIOR

Her head throbbed at the multicolor strobe lights that hit her irises from every angle. She felt like she was being blinded, everything felt and looked blurry and the horrible singing from the whiny platinum blondes singing "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers made her ears ring irritably. She wished she was anywhere else. Back in her dorm comfortably sound asleep in her bed in anything other than her neon tube top that was way too small for her, or better yet, back in New Vineyard with the window ajar reading while the cool night air blew in from the mountains. Suddenly, she was regretting ever coming to ECU, she wished she'd gone to a small school like Natalie did. She thought that Greenville would be great for her---close enough to her longest friend, yet not so close to where she was infringing on beach school but still close enough to the mountains where she could get away.

She never thought that the first week she got there she'd be dragged to a frat party by her new roommate, Clara. Or maybe it was Carrie? She suddenly wished she hadn't told Clarrie that she'd never been to a house party before, or even drank, for that matter. ("Oh my god! You're like, a total party virgin!"). She'd suspected that the bright blue liquid in the red Solo cup Clarrie had handed her wasn't just Gatorade, but she drank it anyway. That's probably why she felt so gross. Wasn't alcohol supposed to taste awful? She paused to think, how horrible of a person could you be to spike your brand new roommate's drink? She decided right there that she would request to switch roommates, though she quickly forgot about that once she felt a buzz in the back pocket of her jeans. Not checking who the caller was, the girl answered and held the phone up to her ear lazily.

"Hello?"

"We're engaged!" A woman on the other end shrilled loudly. Her ears rang even more.

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Who is this?"

"It's your mom," The woman scoffed when the only response she got was a disappointed "Oh." "Selena, are you drunk?"

"I wouldn't know, but I think I am," Selena slurred as she pushed through sweaty bodies and finally reached the cool air outside before she began walking back to her building. "Why did you call me again?"

"I'm engaged! Isn't it wonderful?" Her mother exclaimed over the phone. Selena could picture the woman's sparkling white smile.

"Uh huh, to who again? It's not Harry is it?" The blonde asked as she looked down at the filthiness of her Vans. Clarrie had told her to wear shoes she didn't care about, and Selena was grateful to her for that, at least.

"Jimmy," Lucinda grumbled annoyingly.

"Ugh, not Jimmy Buffett," Selena groaned. "Didn't he leave his wife and daughter?"

"Funny you mention that," Her mom tapped her acrylic nails on the other end of the line. "He's moving back to the Outer Banks so he can be a present father. That means I'll be closer to you and you'll have a step-sister!"

"Who's going to keep Park Place in shape?" The blonde girl ignored all the other regards and asked about their home in Maine as she inputted the code into the digital lock of the building and stepped into the chilly air-conditioned building. Maybe it'd become a vacation home, she thinks, then I wouldn't have to spend the whole summer with her.