MAYA'S POV:
As I enter the living room full of drunk teens and college students, a distinctive aroma of alcohol and cigarette smoke rushes over my body. Multiple bodies slug on top of one another, giggling and sometimes screaming in pure bliss.
Thrilling times.
Scanning the room carefully, I notice that I know no one. Not a single soul that I recognize, and I've been living in this town my whole life. I sigh heavily in disappointment, leaning my back against the pale living room walls.
"Let's play spin the bottle!" someone from the crowd on the couch slurs, raising up a freshly drank beer bottle.
Murmurs and shouts of approval ascend from the room as people gather around the couch, most bringing along their boyfriends and girlfriends.
I, lonely as can be, stay against the wall, excluded from the game with my phone clutched in my hand.
"Ronnie, you go first!" one girl decides, handing the bottle to whom I assume is Ronnie. The boy spins the bottle carefully until it lands upon a girl across the room near me.
"Addison!" the group shouts in unison.
In the moment of Addison blushing unintentionally, my phone vibrates.
"Come back outside, Maya," the text message from Lucas reads.
"I'm fine, asshole," I respond hastily.
"Penelope, get your ass out of there now," he shoots back again.
With that, I shut my phone off and continue to watch the game. More couples, or fake couples, were constantly making out. Either they had to because it was their turn or they started and couldn't stop—it was hard to tell.
"Zay..." The crowd rumbles as their eyes follow the beer bottle willingly, almost as if they were all possessed.
"Who is that?"
I look up from my black leather jacket that I had been nervously picking at for the past few minutes to notice that the crowd was suddenly staring at me.
"That's Maya Hart, the sexiest chick on campus," a college jock grins, eyeing me up and down meticulously as if he had known me previously.
"And fucking Zay gets her?!" Another voice questions angrily, pushing his way through the crowd.
Gets me? Like I am some prize to be won?
"Hey!" A brunette shouts from the couch as she stands up. "This girl is not a fucking toy. You can't claim her. Sorry, Zay, no kissing her. Spin again."
Groans vibrate throughout the room as reality sunk into drunk minds. I glance over at the brunette who oddly stood up for me, and give her an appreciative smile; she reminded me of my sweet Riley.
As my eyes dart back across the room, two eyes lay on mine for an awful amount of time.
Zay's.
Who even is this Zay?
His eyes slowly burn into mine, piercing a hole into my soul. An odd smile spreads across his face in the process.
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Room 221 || Lucaya
FanfictionCollege. College is like a pool of students all trying navigate their way and find themselves all in the process. Thousands of them all at one time. The chances of meeting a certain person are slim. If you happen to meet someone in college, it was...
