BED CHEM, franco colapinto

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BED CHEM

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AFTER GETTING DROPPED OFF the two stood in front of the huge frat house. marisol clicked on the pinned conversation named "matiii🧍🏻", and sent a "i'm outside come get me plz." text to her brother. she told lottie about the text and the two waited for a minute until mateo walked out the front door towards them.

"hey mari," mateo said, hugging his sister. letting go he added, "wassup lottie," giving the girl a high five as he usually does when he sees her.

"the party's started now, hella people are inside." he said, throwing a look over his shoulder at the house. lottie excitedly squealed.

"it's gonna be a long night, huh?" mari asked her twin. there was a "hell yeah!" from him and lottie in response, and the three made their way to the house.

once the door to the house opened, the smell of weed and alcohol flooded mari's nose. she could already tell it was gonna be a great night.

a few eyes followed marisol's every move as she walked to the table where all the drinks were. her mini skirt and little top gave her all the confidence she needed to survive this party.

"we need to find some hot boys to hang out with tonight, babe." lottie nudged mari's shoulder slightly, scanning the house.

mari laughed, "we sure fucking do, all these papers are killing me." the two got their drinks and moved their bodies to the music that was blasting throughout the house. every worry and doubt that filled their heads throughout the week left in a second.

5 drinks in, lottie felt a tap on her shoulder when she was dancing with mari and a few other of their girl friends. she turned around, her eyes meeting a tall blond boy.

"hey!" paul said, a smile on his face. lottie recognized him, the boy who had asked her out a few times before. drunk, she replied, "paul! hey!"

"you wanna dance?" paul asked.

"i'm already dancing, silly!" lottie replied with a laugh. "no i mean, dance with me!" paul responded.

"oh! uh..," lottie looked back at mari who was also drunk now, mari looked back at her with a thumbs up then throwing her hands up in the air and returning to her dance.

"you know what? fuck it. let's dance, paul! but only for tonight!" she pointed a finger at him. he put his hands up in mock surrender, "i'll take it what i can get!" he responded, then had his hand pulled down and dragged by lottie to another spot in the house that was closer to the music.

mari, now alone, made her way back to the table where all of the alcohol was. nearing the table, she noticed a boy standing at the table. he was pouring some of the punch in a red cup. she figured it had just been made since it wasn't there when she first arrived.

when she got to the table, she grabbed a red cup and was about to pour herself some random vodka when she felt a tap on her shoulder. she turned to see the brown haired boy that was at the table before she had got there.

mari couldn't lie— he was hot.

"here, try this." the boy said, holding out a red cup. mari took the cup and smelled it, "what is it?" the boy laughed, "just try it, it's the punch right there." he pointed at a red punch on the table.