"You know how much I hate parties Lauren." I sighed, trying to get my best friend to leave me alone about going to a campus party.
"I know, but it's our last year and you still haven't even gone to one." She whined.
"College is to make memories, not sit around and do homework."
I rolled my eyes," last time I checked college was to prepare us for our upcoming life in the real world, where work would come before play."
"That may be true, BUT everyone needs a little break from reality sometimes." She scampered to my closet.
"Otherwise, we'll go mad."
"Pretty sure I'm the most sane out of our friend group." I chuckled, walking over the closet with her.
"Reality is a good friend of mine, we've been through a lot together".
"Yeah, but it's your birthday, Ember. Maybe it's time you get out of those sweatpants for a night." She pulled out a slim black dress, holding it up towards my body.
"Hey! I'm proud of my 25 dollar sweatpants. They're comfortable and were hella cheap." I defended.
"Doesn't mean you should wear them everyday of your life." She giggled, ripping the dress of the hanger and setting in in my arms.
"Now go get dressed birthday girl, the party's in and hour and I still have to do your makeup."
I groaned, trudging to the bathroom. One night couldn't hurt, plus, it was my birthday after all.
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I squeezed past the sweaty body's that were moving against eachother or in a sexual manner. I gagged when boys latched onto me, trying to move my body against theirs.
Trying to peel myself off of them wasn't fun, so I ended up deciding to make my way into one of the fraternity house's rooms.
Lauren had left me to dance with her newest fling. His name was Damon, and he always smelt of hard liquor.
Not something I was too fond of.
I don't even know how she found this dude, I'm pretty sure he didn't even go to our college. Though, she never did have the best taste in men, so I wasn't too surprised.
I jiggled some of the knobs, trying to find one that was unlocked. I had only had around two drinks, being buzzed from my completely low tolerance.
Lauren had put me in some black heels, making the process of walking so much harder.
Eventually, I stumbled into an empty room on the top floor. The first thing I did was plop down onto the bed and unlatch my heels, throwing them across the room.
I rubbed my temples, the music from downstairs shaking the walls. I laid back in the bed, my head hitting something hard.
I sat up and cursed, lifting the pillow to see a bottle of champagne. As I was about to put it back under the pillow, I was cut off by a deep voice.
"Don't tell me you were gonna drink all of my champagne by yourself?" The blonde haired boy spoke.
He was well built, his face having a couple moles scattered around it. He chuckled, walking over to a cabinet in the room.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I didn't realize this was your room" I spoke quickly, getting up and going towards the door.
"Wait wait, have a glass with me. I wanna drink somewhere where I won't get attacked by drunk girls. Plus, drinking alone isn't fun" he pouted, pulling out two glasses.
I nodded, slowly walking towards his bed and sitting on the edge. He smiled at me, placing his thumb on the cork and popping it off.
I giggled, watching as he quickly put it over the counter so it wouldn't fizz all over the carpet. He looked over his shoulder, giving me a nervous smile.
"I never got your name" I smiled.
"Don't you think it's more mysterious that way?" the boy laughed, walking over to me with two glasses of champagne.
"I guess so mister mystery man." I teased.
I reached out to grab mine, my hand brushing his as I grasped it. I felt a shock, causing us both to jump.
The shock of electricity.
Even if I didn't know it was Cole at that point in my miserable life, we were electric.
