SMUT WARNING || NSFW
In the midst of college life, Jade Holland discovers her father's betrayal, sending her world into chaos. Determined to reclaim her power, she finds herself entangled with a star player on her father's lacrosse team, igniting a...
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Garrison
The music thumped through the walls, vibrating the floor beneath my feet as I walked through the crowded living room. It was one of those nights where the air was thick with laughter, energy, and the unmistakable smell of cheap beer. My housemates had really gone all out, and I was grateful for it—nothing like a good party to kick off the semester.
"Hey, Garrison!" I heard one of my teammates, Noah, shout over the bass. He was standing by the makeshift bar, a red Solo cup in hand, his other arm thrown over a girl's shoulder as they laughed at something only they understood.
"We crushed that conditioning drill this week." I replied, grabbing a cup for myself. "I think Coach Holland is actually impressed."
"Yeah, right. You know he's always hard on us," Noah shot back, a smirk on his face. "But I gotta admit, it felt good to be back on the field. Fall ball's gonna be lit."
As I moved through the crowd, I spotted a couple of guys from the team chatting about the upcoming scrimmage. I joined them, leaning against the wall, drink in hand. "What's up, fellas? You ready to wipe the floor with the other team?"
"Always," Jackson replied, his voice laced with confidence. "We've got some serious talent this year, man. I'm telling you, if we keep this momentum, we'll be unstoppable."
"Right? And we're finally meshing as a team. Everyone's hungry to win," I added, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline at the thought of the season ahead. The camaraderie was palpable, and it felt good to be surrounded by guys who shared the same passion.
"Just don't let your head get too big, Garrison," Sam teased, nudging me playfully. "We don't need you pulling a muscle from celebrating too hard after a goal."
I laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. "Please, I'm built for this. But seriously, we need to work on our chemistry. I want us to make a run this year."
"Agreed," Noah said, raising his cup in a mock toast. "To a killer season ahead!"
We clinked our cups together, and I felt the excitement swell within me. Parties like this were a reminder of why I loved being part of the team. The laughter, the banter, the thrill of competition—it was all connected, and for tonight, I was ready to embrace it all.
As the night wore on, I wandered through the crowd, stopping to chat with friends and classmates. My thoughts occasionally drifted back to practice, but I pushed those aside, wanting to enjoy the moment. The laughter and energy were infectious, and I could feel the weight of the week lifting from my shoulders.
But in the back of my mind, I couldn't shake a lingering curiosity. I knew Jade was at the party too, and part of me wondered how she was handling it. We hadn't really talked since the first day of classes, but something about her drew me in. I glanced around, scanning the crowd for a glimpse of her, but all I saw were familiar faces, lost in their own worlds.
