Carter Rome Stone is the golden boy of Louisiana State University, as well as the captain of the college football team. He has only one goal: to secure his name in the NFL draft.
He has everything one could wish for, both on and off the field: shar...
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Each drink offered seemed like a better and better idea.
But now, after our third... fourth? maybe shots in a row, seems to be the worst idea ever.
"Come on, drink it"
My fingers swirl around the tiny glass, my eyes close shut in a distressed sense of a headache. I tilt my head towards the black headed girl next to me that awaits with her hand up in the air for me to clink our rum shots.
I hop from the stool as I follow her gesture and after clinking our glasses together and almost spill all the liquid all over me, I take a long sip of the burning dark substance that flows through me. I cough, my throat literally on fire and and I swear, if my mouth was too close to a gasoline source, my breath would set on fire the entire house.
"Another one" She calls loudly, ordering another round from the girl behind the counter.
I watch her with wide eyes, I don't need to look in a mirror to see they're not blue anymore. Assuming it's already late night, and I've been drinking shitty liquors for at least three hours straight... my self-proclaimed degree in ophthalmology tells me they are red, bloodshot eyes.
I don't how much I can take it anymore. Girl, I'm a lightweight. It takes just one other shots to kill my liver.
"What's your name again?" I utter, sighing in a submissive breath. My hand is already on the counter waiting to grab the next snifter.
"Mia" Her chocolate brown eyes flick up to me, as her lips quirk up into a toothy grin "I should be offended by now since I remember your name, Elle?"
Right! I should have remembered her name the first time she told me. It's the first Italian word I heard here in a long time. After pasta, spaghetti... spaghetti.
No I won't think about him, especially not after I saw him speaking, dancing and drinking with Charlotte almost in front of me. Asshole
"Bo" She speaks, fortunately distracting me from my thoughts. I blink a few times in an attempt to remember what she said. When I peer down at her to see her eyes widen as if she has seen something that makes her extremely nervous and uncomfortable on the stool. She wears a face like she'd been punch in the stomach. I can tell from the restless bitting on her bottom lips it's not something good.
"Bo?" I repeat her word. I scratch my forehead in confusion, trying to understand what this word could mean.
"Bo" She says another time, nodding her head toward a guy who's definitely walking towards us.
"Bo as if the Bo you were running from when we ran into each other? The cheating bastard?" I ask, my eyes dart to her and when I meet her eyes she doesn't need to answer me.
"Yeah, and he looks pissed as hell" She sucks in her breath, her voice alarmed
She takes my hand, leaving behind us the promise of a nearly liver hospitalization, and we go almost running straight to the stairs. I don't even know why I'm following her, but in this moment with alcohol running through my bloodstream, makes me forget that this stranger has practically become my best friend, even if she could very easily bring me somewhere, tear me apart and sell my organs on the black market.
"I'm curious what have you done?" I asks, as we elbow our way through the crowd of people wanting to order something to drink.
Don't drink people, that is poison!
"He cheated on me"
My stomach tightens, and I don't know if I should hug her right now or wait once we arrive in a safer space. I decided to leave the why, how, when questions for later.
"Ok but now what you have done to make him look so pissed? And why are we hiding from him?"
She tightens her grip around my wrist "I may have tell the girl he was hooking up with he has STDs"
"Just that?" I glance up at her, waiting to hear what she's not saying but from her lips breaking apart into a smug grin I can tell you it's something very funny.
"I may have tell her she's the mistress" She says, faking an innocent tone in her voice, but the grin creasing in her lips says otherwise.
"You did not" I say, almost tripping over the last step of the staircase as my arms flip down on the carpet too hard
"I did. Even if she's not now, she will be before her STD is gone" She replies, nodding toward the room at the end of the corridor
I bite down my lip harder to keep me from laughing, I want to say to her that it's wrong but I'm too drunk, too tired to tell her otherwise.
"What? You can laugh. It was a good one!"
It was a good one
My head is heavy and my eyes are barely open when I turn around to where Bo is, but when my eyes settle on a tall guy with two dark forest green eyes, and I suck in a deep breath. And he's not alone. Charlotte is clinging on him, her red blood lips kissing his neck, leaving the marks on him.
I turn around and sprint into the room with Mia following me from behind. He didn't see me up here, I don't want him to see me in this state. My stomach begins to growl sickly and my head is spinning around in a way that just makes no sense.
Green is a dangerous color. It could be worn to perfection by few people. I'm not one of those. Especially when alcohol is helping to bring me down.
"Wait" She says, turning her head around as her eyes clear, as is she just saw something "I saw Carter, my friend. Let me greet him"
