Fighter {Completed}

Prologue: She Doesn't Fit In {Cole}

Prologue: She Doesn't Fit In {Cole}

The music pulses around me, feeling as if it's caressing my body with its vibrations as I watch her. She's...strange-looking, to say the least.

She doesn't seem like the type to be with the people I know. Sebastian and Scarlett aren't the same as her. This girl, this blonde, chunky girl doesn't fit in with them. Her body sways in tacky, uneven moves, completely out of rhythm and totally embarrassing. She doesn't seem to mind though, as she continues dancing next to Scarlett.

Sebastian doesn't mind either as he rolls his hips with hers, guiding her in a way as they grind together.

She's definitely not us his usual type.

And she's definitely not the type to be hanging around with a girl like Scarlett either. Scarlett looks like the girls people model nude statues after. She has the body people fantasize about when they're bored and horny.

The blonde girl, though, she's the opposite. Her golden-tinted long hair falls in huge waves down her back and shoulders. Her body is twice the thickness of Scarlett's, and with half the ass to match. Her boobs, though, are impressive. Just enough cleavage to make a guy want to take a peek, but not too much either.

My vision of her is blocked as a busty red-head steps between us. Her hands snake up my chest like a vise, locking around my neck as she presses against me. I'm intrigued, but not enough to let go of the feeling that the blonde currently dancing horribly with my best friend is going to be a problem soon.

Chances are Scarlett will get tired of trying to make her over and throw her to the curb. She'll probably keep coming back like a weird stalker. Hell, she'll probably build a shrine to Sebastian to worship before she kills everyone and stands in the mirror asking if she's a pretty girl yet.

"So, I'm not the only one competing for your company tonight, hmm?" the girl asks me as she raises a brow. "I know when I've lost. Have fun, baby." She makes off without another word, and I'm left puzzled.

Hang on, she thought I was ogling that girl?

I shake my head, lifting my drink to my lips as the blonde catches my attention once more as she downs a shot on the floor, handing the glass back to the random guy that gave it to her.

What an idiot.

That's probably spiked.

Sebastian wouldn't let anything happen to her if he's truly planning on taking her home anyways, so I'm not worried. He can handle it.

His eyes flash up to meet mine and he makes his way over, leaving Scarlett and the girl dancing in the crowd. He has to shout over the blaring music, but I'm able to hear him decently.

"What's going on, man? Why do you look so mad?" He's confused. Normally, the girls dancing and grinding are the ones who pull me in for a quick sway and then ask me to take them home for a fun night, but I've been preoccupied.

"Who is that?" I ask him. "Doesn't really seem like your type." He frowns as I jut my chin to the girl, who now has her arms around Scar as she laughs loudly. Her smile is huge, kind, and it's easy to tell she's a pushover by the way she glances at Scar when she laughs - as if she's checking that she should indeed be laughing. Either that, or she's a lesbian.

"That's Eleanor-er, Ellie! She's our new roommate!" It's my turn to raise a brow.

"She's the roommate?" He nods. "Where the hell did she come from? I've never seen her with you guys before."

"She lived in the dorms. Her and Scar were roommates before. She's moving in with us in the new place! It's gonna be awesome; Ellie's the coolest, dude!" Now, I'm even more confused. She's cool? Is that what he said? My eyes find her again, scanning her form. She seems more like the nerdy, controlling type than the cool type.

"She's..." I struggle to find the word.

"Cute, right?" My eyes flash to him and he rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Not my usual type. I don't plan on taking her home anytime soon, Cole. She's off-limits. That'd be like dating my little sister." He shudders.

I focus in on her again.

He's right in a way. Her hips are wide and sway perfectly. Her thighs and belly match her breast and ass size, unlike most of the plastic girls in here. Her arms are larger, like they won't snap if she tries to lift a box. She might be a little thicker, but she's got a solid jaw, high cheek bones, and a kind smile.

She really is, dare I say it, beautiful.

In a different way than these other girls, I mean.

But still... She doesn't fit in. Not here, in a place like this.

"You're still going to help us move, right man?" I nod.  "Sweet, man! Thanks." Sebastian makes off towards the dance floor, joining his little sister and his new roommate. For some stupid ass reason, my eyes are back on her again. This time, I turn around, facing the bar and tapping the wood for another shot.

I don't have time to think on it much longer, as a beautiful black-haired woman steps into my view, ordering another drink from the bartender. She flashes a sexy smile my way, and already, I'm forgetting about the blonde on the dance floor.

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