The Last Chance- l.h ®

5: Frat Boys

"Come on! Addie, it will be sooooo much fun." Carson and I were sitting in our room while she tried to persuade me to go to a frat party.

"No! I don't want to! Classes start tomorrow and I would prefer to get a descent amount of sleep."

"We won't even stay late. 10:30 at the latest."

"Ughhhh, fine." I gave in. It was just one party. What's the harm? "When does it start?"

"7:00 and it's almost 6:00 so we need to get ready."

"I don't know what to wear."

"I probably have something." We walked over to her closet to see what she had. I decided on an off the shoulder blouse with ripped jeans and fringe sandals.

I curled my hair with my straightener and added a light touch of makeup.

"You. Look. Hot." Carson announced. She was wearing a burgundy romper with brown heels and looked stunning.

"You do too!" I complimented.

"Let me grab my keys, phone and sunnies and then we can go. Oh and my purse." I nodded and grabbed my purse and Raybans. "Ready?" She asked.

"Yep." We headed out, locking the door on the way, and went to her car. She had a white Cherokee jeep. "I love this car. I really want a Volvo but I can't afford one."

"I got it for my graduation present."

"It's nice." We hopped in and headed off to the frat house.

"There are going to be a lot of hot guys there and I cannot wait!" I laughed at her.

"I know. You've told me about a hundered times." When we pulled up, there had to be at least fifty people already there. We parked and walked up.

"Hey ladies! I'm Andrew. Welcome to Kappa Sig!" Andrew was nice and welcoming and handsome but definitely not my type.

"Thank you!"

"Head on in! Drinks are in the kitchen." He continued. I nodded and pulled Carson with me inside.

"Wow. He's hot. I'm gonna get his number." I rolled my eyes. "Let's head into the kitchen and get a drink.

"Okay." I didn't drink much except for the occasional glass of wine but when we walked into the kitchen there were bottles and bottles of rum, vodka, whisky, and tequila.

"Ladies," some one said. "I'm Dylan and welcome to the kitchen. What can I get you?"

"We will have two shots of the cherry tequila." Carson answered.

"No we won't!" I angrily said. 

"Oh come on," she whined. Seconds later Dylan returned with two shots of the tequila and then some lemon juice.

"One, two, three!" Carson counted. She knocked it back followed by some lemon juice. 

"Disgusting," I groaned. Dylan and Carson laughed.

"C'mon! Let's go into the main room!" She dragged me out of the kitchen and into the room full of drunk guys and girls.

"Oh god." I muttered.

"What? I couldn't hear you!" Carson screamed over the music.

"Never mind!" I yelled back. We walked around for a little while before my eyes settled on someone I never thought I would ever see again.

Luke Hemmings.

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"Addie?" He asked when he caught my eye contact.

"Hey Luke!"

"Oh my god!" He pulled me into a huge bear hug. "How are you? I haven't seen you in so long."

"I know. I've been good! I actually texted you about two weeks ago but your number must have changed."

"Oh, haha, yeah. I dropped my phone into a toilet and had to get a new one. For some weird reason, I had to change my number. Want my new one?" I nodded and he put his number into my phone.

"Well how have you been?" I asked.

"Great!" Some girl came up behind him. "Oh, this is my girlfriend, Rachel. And this is my good friend Addie."

You have to be kidding me. He has a girlfriend? This is that idiot from Instagram.

"Hi!" I plastered a fake smile on my face. "It's nice to meet you!"

"You too! Luke talks all about you!"

"He does? I mean... uh, oh!"

She smiles and walked way.

"So how long have you been dating?"

"About a month. She's really nice!"

"Yep! Bet she is." I sarcastically noted.

"Are you okay?" He suspiciously asked.

"Of course! Of course! Don't worry about me!" I exclaimed with another fake smile.

"Follow me." He grabbed my hand and headed upstairs.

"Where are you taking me?" He didn't answer and continued walking down a hallway until he found an empty bedroom.

"What's wrong, Addie? Are you jealous?"

"What?!" I yanked my arm from his grasp. "Why would you think that?"

"I'm not deaf. I heard your sarcasm. You are jealous of Rachel."

"Oh god," I laughed. "Me? Jealous of her? No! Not in your wildest dreams."

"Fine, then you sure won't like me if I did this." I melted into the kiss. My brain was telling me not to kiss him back but I couldn't help it. "Did you, Addie? Did you hate that?"

"No," I whispered.

"What? I can't hear you."

"No, okay! I didn't!" I yelled.

"You want to know something? Rachel and I aren't actually dating. We never were. I just said that and she happened to go along with it."

"You aren't dating her?" I asked.

"No! Have you seen her? All she cares about is money and drugs."

"But you posted the picture and the caption had hearts."

"What picture?"

"Oh my god. You have to be kidding!" I groaned. I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram, immediately going to his page. "Here!" I shoved the picture into his face.

"What is this?" He took the phone out of my grasp. "I never posted this. I swear."

"Doesn't matter! You took the picture with her and that's what counts!" I took my phone back and was about to leave when the door slammed back shut.

"Do you like me?"

"Excuse me?!" I asked.

"Do you have a crush on me? Do you like me, Addie?" I stood there a few seconds before replying.

"Yes."