Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

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Chapter 13 || First

;be yourself, the rest will follow

"You and Micah seem good, how're things going?" Stella asks when we finally take a break from dancing and decide to grab a drink.

I find him across the room where we just left, he's talking with Don and KQ, but his eyes are following me, creating an involuntary chill to run down my spine.

Taking the drink Stella's handing me, I lean against the counter. "They're good. I like him, a lot."

Stella smiles in awe. "I can tell." she says wistfully. "I never thought you're first boyfriend would be the infamous QB1."

I snort out a laugh. "You and me both."

We share a laugh, and as Stella goes on about, well, I'm not quite sure what, because once again my attention is drawn to the man who people believe to be my boyfriend. A large shoulder propped against the wall with a fresh bottle in his hand. A smile so big and bright as he tips his head back laughing at something Don just said, revealing that manly throat of his. 

I gulp down the lump, the lump that's telling me my attraction towards the QB is growing. 

When he brings his head back, his eyes roam the room, finding me without issue, then he winks one of those icy blue eyes at me, I smile in return but my stomach is flipping and flopping.

"He's got it bad, girl." Stella drawls cheekily beside me. "So fucking bad."

"You think?" I ask absentmindedly, my eyes still on him.

"Anyone with eyes can tell, Frey. He's so into you it's not even funny."

KQ and Don are still chattering away but Micah has yet to take his gaze off me, it's like we're unable to control ourselves, like we have no authority over our actions and simultaneously not wanting too. 

We're in a trance that only me and him can feel the affects of.

His tongue comes out and swipes over his lips before he says something to his friends and makes his way through the crowd and towards me. 

My heart rate spikes, and leaps into my throat. From afar my eyes can take him in, the thick corded arms, broad frame that towers over everyone else.

On the outside looking in, he's mine, and how lucky I must be to have someone as beautiful as him, his sweet soul and strong mind. 

I push my ass off the counter and ignore Stella when she asks where I'm going, and the chuckle that comes after when she figures it out.

Meeting him half way, he stops at the threshold of the double doors separating the kitchen and living room, leaning one shoulder against the jam, with a deadly as sin smirk that I'm blaming the alcohol for causing me to think of biting it.