The Player Next Door

42

I chew on my lip as I look down at the clothes on the floor. Tonight was the first party of the weekend and Kimmy told me I had to try and get laid.

Thinking back to last night it's pretty positive to say that things with Jake and I are over but my heart is still so broken. I guess that's why Kimmy thinks a casual hook up is perfect, no strings and it'll help boost my self-esteem a little.

I decide to just dress up anyway and feel sexy for myself. I put on a blue cropped shirt with thick straps and a square neckline and ripped black skinny jeans. I slip on some knee high boots and that's that.

I walk downstairs and Kaylee whistles at me, "Damn girl, you look good."

"Holy shit Chels, you are so getting fucked tonight." Kimmy gasps as she walks into the room.

"I don't know about all that, let's just go have fun." I take in Kimmy and Kaylees outfits and wow they might have me beat. Kaylee's wearing mom jeans and an emerald green lace bralette top. Kimmy's wearing black jeans and a red corset top with thick straps. Damn we are some hot chicks.

"Wow Chelsea, you look smoking hot!" Abigail gushes as she walks downstairs. She's wearing dark wash straight leg jeans with a lime green milkmaid top.

"Wow ladies you all look wonderful," Ryan stares as he joins us in the living room.

He looks at me from the corner of his eye and I roll my eyes, I can't believe after all this time we haven't managed to fall back in line as good friends. Whatever, he's the one acting like a baby about it.

"Yes! Okay the goal is to get Chelsea laid tonight!" Kimmy yells as we walk toward the door.

I see Ryan pause in step and I blush embarrassed. "Yeah not really" I laugh and Kimmy sends a wink my way. It is so awkward sharing Kimmy with Ryan as a best friend. He is always around which means he's always there to hear about my problems with Jake and now trying to get me laid. It's embarrassing when obviously him and Abigail have each other to entertain.

We walk down the block to one cabin and I immediately regret wearing something with spaghetti straps...but at least I look hot.

When we walk in there's music blasting and people everywhere. Ryan leads us straight to the drink table and starts passing back drinks.

"None of us drove here tonight, we are all getting FUCKED UP!" Kimmy yells as we clink our plastic cups together.

I take a sip of my drink and immediately recognize the strong flavor of vodka as it goes down my throat.

We all start drinking and having fun and within an hour I'm tipsy.

"Hey Chelsea, I was hoping I'd run into you," Gabe says as he walks toward me.

"Gabe!" I yell excited to see him, "Hey what are you doing here?"

He raised a questioning eyebrow and makes eye contact with my cup, "I guess you're not the designated driver this time."

I laugh and shake my head, "No silly we all walked. You can be drunk and walk home, I think." I said tilting my head to the side.

"You know you're cute when you're drunk." Gabe says looking at me.

I take a step toward him and look up at him from under my lashes, "Just cute?" I pout my lip out in mock hurt, "I got all dressed up to look just cute?"

He bit his lip as he checked me out. His tan skin having a blue hue, then a green hue, then blue again from the flashing lights. I tried to see what he was wearing, jeans and a flannel. It was hard to guess the actual color of it, but it was unbuttoned, a white shirt underneath.