"Because I should be the only one who looks at you like that," he murmured, his voice dropping low as he steps closer.
Miles Carter is notorious around town for being a player. Miles and his best friend, Finn, have always been well-known for their w...
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Recap:
"That would be a shame," he tells me, before turning and walking from me.
I stand there, watching as he retreats, his darkly-dressed figure disappearing into the shadows.
I hop into my car and press my hand against the steering wheel, repeating his words over and over in my mind.
That would be a shame.
Yeah. It would.
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Now
My head is killing me.
My throat felt dry as I blindly reach for the glass of water I always have beside my bed. I down the glass, spilling half down my chin, before placing it loudly back onto my bedside table. I try to roll over, but there is something heavy spread across my abdomen.
I slowly open my eyes and let out a startled gasp, when there is a tanned arm across my stomach. It belongs to a guy.
My eyebrows shoot up as I move my head, seeing a mop of dark hair. With my head pounding and my stomach whirling, I edge out of the bed and go around to the other side of the room, to see Samara passed out, her head in a bucket. I grimace at the sight, considering she is still wearing her revealing dress.
A shocked breath escapes me as I stare at the boy in my bed. My stomach drops.
Holy shit.
It's Alec.
The Night Before
"Thank God it's Friday, am I right?" Samara asks me, dragging mascara over her eyelashes.
"Hell yeah," I reply, sliding my left hooped earring through my ear.
We're currently getting ready to attend Wesley's party, which has been highly anticipated by everyone. Samara and I always get ready together, before going to a party. When the party is held over the weekend, we usually do pre-drinks with my brother and his friends, but considering they had the game tonight, they start drinking in the locker room, right after. We head straight back to either my house or hers to get ready.
My hair cascades down my back in big, loose curls, while I wear one of my favourite black dresses and my short-heeled boots. Samara has chosen to wear a tight, white dress that hugs her figure perfectly. My dress is clingy and cut low down the chest, but isn't quite as daring as hers. I am pretty confident with my body and appearance, but nowhere near her level. With her vibrant red hair and even redder lips, she draws eyes the moment she enters a party. It's hard to compete with that, considering my appearance is much softer.
