Circles (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

It's finally Friday! The frat house doesn't throw parties during the first week other than the first rush and the weekend.

They're gearing up for another one tonight, and for the first time since I've started college, I don't have to fake excitement. 

Paisley took me shopping earlier this week. I was hesitant to buy most of my new wardrobe since I didn't have any more money than my parents gave me, but I received word the next day that I had been rewarded the scholarship I had applied for.

It covered everything, and I even got a stipend. Thankfully, my parents addressed their check to me instead of the college, and I had $80,000 on my hands.

I decided that spending a few hundred dollars on some dresses (basically shirts) and shoes every so often wouldn't hurt.

I was really excited to see Dave.  We'd gotten to know each other a little bit throughout the week.

He was an only child from Charleston and he had shitty parents, like me.

I told him that I was from Atlanta and was also an only child.

As excited as I was to get to know him better, I was kind of disappointed.

He seemed really into drinking and brought up far too many ex-girlfriends.  When I had complained about this to Paisley, she basically told me he was a new tool.  Pretty to look at, but he was a major player.

He did seem a lot sweeter around me, but I couldn't tell if that was just for show or not.

"Damnit, Paisley. You didn't tell me my underwear show through the dress."

"Adele, honey. You're not wearing a thong. That's the problem.  Here. I bought some when we went shopping for me but I have plenty."

"Great. Thanks!"

As we get ready to leave the room, I do one last mirror check.

I am literally falling out of the top. But Dave will love that. And my ass looks pretty amazing, so I feel good. 

The party doubled Monday's in size.  This time, I decide to be a little bit more adventurous, so I pour myself a shot of tequila and find Dave. 

"Hey I brought this so we can do it together! It doesn't look like tequila but it is."

He smirks in a devilishly sexy way, and we throw them back.

5 shots later, we are back in the T room.