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Chapter Eleven: Casual
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Benji's House Party STORRS, CONNETICUT
Noa was now on her third drink of the night. For a singer who was invited to one too many parties, she was an incredible lightweight. Surrounded by a swaying cloud of football player hormones, the woman rolled her body to the beat of the Bad Bunny song blaring through the speakers. Despite having a pair of vengeful blue eyes glaring him down from the make-shift bar, Benji Jones terribly danced his way towards a tipsy Noa.
Once he had gotten close enough, he reached out, grabbing her arm. The woman didn't seem to notice, eyes squeezed shut as she continued dancing.
Paige looked away, finding the ordeal unbearable as she took a big swig from her near-empty bottle of beer. Her mind endlessly replayed the feeling of Noa under her and against the wall—the way her lips felt as soft as they looked. She couldn't stop, even though her mind was yelling at her for acting on the primal impulsivity that overcame her when she was forced to stay just a foot away from the sexiest woman alive.
"Yo, I was beginning to wonder where you went, dawg." Aubrey's voice broke her momentary peace. The older took a seat beside her at the island, her own drink in hand. "You look like shit. What's up, Paige?"
The blonde shook her head, eyebrows furrowed. She downed the rest of her beer, reaching to crack open a new one. "Nothing. Mind your business."
"Hey, I'm seeing a friend exhibiting systems much like an alcoholic right now and I'm just tryna figure out what's going on." She held her hands up, watching as Paige's tongue lapped up whatever leftover drops of beer stained her lips. "You went into a closet with your fake girlfriend and came out looking to drink your feelings? You've been acting weird ever since this whole PR thing started. Come on, P, talk to me."
"I kissed Noa in the closet." she blurted, finally turning to look at a stunned Aubrey. She pressed her lips together, running a hand through her hair. "I kissed her in the closet because I was sick of her entertaining every single person who wants to hit 'cuz she's too nice. I kissed her because I wanted to know what everybody was so desperately fighting for. 'Ya happy?"
