ONE CHANCE

Chapter 19

Harry, Bryce, Amy and I walk in line as we enter the frat house. People turn to stare at us. It must be odd seeing an extra on the arm of these three. Eyes dart at Amy. She smirks at those she passes while Harry grabs her hand and guides her to the kitchen where I notice the rest of their group standing. I feel all eyes on me all of a sudden as soon as Amy is not standing beside me anymore.

"They are all looking at that ass of yours, it's looking sexy as hell in that tight dress." Bryce whispers in my ear from behind me. I feel my cheeks heat up a little. I spin on the heels of these shoes that are already beginning to kill my feet, hence why I stick to flats and converse shoes, to face Bryce. A smirk is lingering on his lips as it travels up my body and stopping at my chest area.

"My eyes are up here." I tease, chuckling. His eyes snap away from my chest and finally meet my eyes. His smirk turns into a wide smile.

"Sorry little one, I can't seem to take my eyes off you tonight." He says seductively. I smirk.

"Never thought I'd even see you in a dress like this, all tight and short, Cecilia Grace from 3 months ago would not approve of this look."

"I am still the same Cecilia Grace from 3 months ago and I have worn a dress like this before." I defend.

"Well yes and no, you're not as boring." He winks, "And yes I do remember but now you look extremely teasing, I'm going to have to keep an eye on you so no guy tries anything."

"Oh getting all protective." I mock, smiling widely.

"You need to be." He says as he takes my small hand in his large one. I stare up into his eyes, straight away feeling weak at my knees. Bryce slowly leans in towards my face, slowly closing the gap between us. My breath hitches in my throat once I realize his lips are only inches away from mine. We lightly brush our lips together before a tipsy Amy and Harry come stumbling on to us.

"Aw were you guys going to kiss?" Amy giggles, poking at my cheek. Her arms are lazily draped around my shoulders.

"Were." Bryce answers with irritation while Harry pokes at his sides. My stomach erupts with a trillion butterflies with his answer.

"We have been here like what 10-15 minutes and you're already a little tipsy?" I ask with disbelief.

"We just had a game of shots with the boys." Harry shouts as if I am miles away. Bryce looks at him with a hurt expression. Harry looks at him confused, his lips pouting.

"You had a game of shots and you didn't tell me?" He gushes causing Harry and Amy to laugh and cheer, taking his and my hands in theirs and dragging us to the kitchen counter where a number of shot glasses are scatted across the counter. Already drunken people surround it.

"Woo, round four Harry?" A boy with blonde hair shouts over the blaring music.

"Is that even a question?" Harry slurs.

"I want to play too, Damien" Amy pouts, latching on to Harry. Bryce stands beside me, smirking at the sight in front of us.

"Of course you can." Damien winks then turns to look at Bryce and I. "What about you lad?"

"I'm in." Bryce agrees.

"I thought you didn't drink?" I yell in order for him to hear me over the blaring Calvin Harris song playing.

"Special occasion, I guess." He shrugs and I can only think of one thing and that's Emily's anniversary coming up in 3 days.

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12 shots later I have two very, extremely drunk friends and surprisingly I'm a drunk too. Bryce disappeared half way through the rounds of shots and I haven't seen him since. I believe he is nowhere near as drunk as Amy, Harry and I are. Harry and Amy stumble on the dance floor located in the middle of the living room. Amy grinds up against Harry while his hands are placed on her hips steering her. This is what they do every time they party? I like this.