The Game We Play *Editing*

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This guy is cute don't get me wrong, but I don't think I can hear him talk about chemical bonds one more time. I don't even know what a chemical bond is let alone want to talk about it at a club. Not to mention that I feel extremely bad about not even knowing his name. I have been politely nodding my head at him for twenty minutes. I take a sip of my drink. He looks like a Carl, no it definitely was not Carl. Mark? It definitely sounded like an old guy name and he sure does talk like one. Gosh, why can't I remember his name?

This isn't usually like me. Not even a little.

I don't go out a lot, especially to a club where I just used a fake ID. I know the risk of it all but I threw logic out the window hours ago. I feel like all sense gets thrown out the window when you get cheated on. I want to forget what happened with my shitty ex and the fact I wasted two precious years of my life. Two years of catering to him and what he wanted to do. Which was going to fancy events and restaurants or on his stupid boat, well his boat was fine. I'm being modest the boat was the best part about him but the pretentious assholes that came with it tainted the fun.

"You know what I mean?" Carl or Mark asks me. I am brought out of my thoughts with a sour taste in my mouth. I wonder if he can tell I am bored out of my mind. I feel bad because he's a cute guy but he's a bore. I study his face for any sign of annoyance but he has this warm smile on his face. I resist the urge to grimace when I see a resemblance of my ex.

I nod my head at him taking another long sip of my drink, "Of course."

Considering I have failed chemistry he really isn't piquing any interests in this conversation. I sip more on my drink and nod my head. The alcohol is making me feel light and warm and I want to dance. I need to get away from this man. I let my eyes look across the club. The lights are strobing and it smells like sweat and regret. I look for my two roommates, Brooke and Brittany. We like to joke that we are B cubed since all of our names start with 'B.' It's the name of our groupchat and we love milking that shit.

The three of us go to Florida State University. While we go to FSU back in Tallahassee, we are currently in Tampa for my sister's engagement brunch. My sister, Willow, is engaged to a Tampa Bay Buccaneer play and plot twist my dad is the coach. Willow and Liam met back in college at the University of Florida and have been in love ever since. My dad drafted him out of college and he has been on the team ever since. The rule to not date his daughters came after I made some less than funny jokes about hitting on the players when I was 17. I usually follow his rules, usually.

Funny how he created the rule specifically for me, when in reality I have never even dated an athlete and I don't really feel like changing it. I down the rest of my drink and flag the bartender down for another vodka soda. I spot Brooke's red hair and sigh in relief. The bartender speedily brings me my drink and I smile at him. I glance back at the guy who has been yapping away and put on my best 'sponsor' smile. The smile I use when I speak to sponsors for the Bucs.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry but I think my friends are looking for me. I have to run but it was super nice talking to you," I say pointing towards Brooke and Brittany behind him. He looks behind him before looking back at me and smiles.

"No worries. It was really nice talking to you too," he smiles. I give him another smile and slide off of the barstool. I grab my clutch with my phone on top and head towards the Brittany and Brooke a couple barstools down.

At this point in my night, I don't need to talk to boys, I just want to drink with my girls.

It's only been a couple of weeks since Trevor and I broke up officially. I don't want to move on too fast and somehow get it plastered all over the tabloids. Stupid fucking Trevor and him not being able to keep his dick in his pants. I swallow thickly and shake my head. I am not going to cry in the club. I step in between Brooke and Brittany as more people pile into the club. They must be close to capacity with how many people are in here.