Chapter 7.12

Cheyenne

Like WHO needled me into going to this party? Because with blue beer spewing all over me, the floor, and the people around me, I wasn’t having much fun.

Quickly, I mashed my hands over the gushing alcohol. If the frat boys sniffed out I single handedly blew a whole keg on the floor, I’d be banned from future parties with a warrant out for my arrest.

Well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get banned. I didn’t really like going to parties. I wasn’t some sorority girl. That was my bff, Kristie. And she made me come to this one.

Finally, the fizz died down and I released the keg.

Some jock rolled his eyes then said, “Don’t worry, folks, I’ll save the party.”

He almost pushed me aside trying to get to his liquid salvation. I shook my head. I hated guys like him. Jerks who thought they were God’s gift to the world. He was obviously a football player, frat boy, I-wanted-nothing-to do-with dude.

Then it was as if the clouds parted and heaven shone down on me. The same thing happened to him! Take that, party savior.

Kristie giggled. Uh oh. Was somebody attracted? He seemed like her type.

But I had to get my digs in while I could. “And you were saying something about saving the party?”

“Well, shit. I didn’t know the stupid thing was busted.”

“Oh but you thought I was a dumbass instead.”

He put his hand on his hip and snorted, “You said it, not me.”

I glared. “Ha ha.”

He hit his friend on the shoulder and said, “I think this calls for a round of pong. What do you say, girls?”

I didn’t even know the jackass’ name but it was game on. We’d show him a thing or two. I happened to be really good at beer pong. “What do you think, Kristie?”

She smiled. “Why not?”

She fluttered her eyes at Mr. Jock then sized up the cups. I prayed it’d sink. I wanted that guy to eat his smartass words.

She flung her arm expertly!

But the ball dropped behind her.

CRAP!

“Aw…looks like you’re drinking, Blondie.”

She cursed in defeat.

The guy’s friend went next. In between sets, they introduced themselves. The jerk’s name was Zachary Hawthorne and his friend’s name was Van Savage.

And of course, Van plopped one in instantly.

Not fazed, Kristie lifted her cup and said, “Here’s to your turn, Chey. Go get ’em!” Gotta love my bff!

But the party gods were not in my favor and before I knew it, I was guzzling, too.

For some reason, losing to that asshole got under my skin worse than ever.

Why did he have to be so smug?

Kristie gave him this hardcore stare that’d put most guys in the hospital. He was toast. Ha!

After I’d gone to the bathroom later, low and behold, the creep got her alone on the couch.

Well, Zachary was her type after all. And if anyone could tame his jerk ways, she could. I had to get used to guys flapping around her like interested flies after all these years. I sometimes got her leftovers (which was fine by me.)

But I wasn’t in the mood to flirt with Van (even though he was hot as hell!)

Instead, our dorm had an awesome piano and I loved to dive into a song. Good excuse to not have to make small talk with the guy.

But after my fingers started aching, I grew bored and decided to get another beer.

Head swimming just a bit, I figured I could handle one more and then I’d go back to my dorm room. The party was lame and I knew I probably wouldn’t see Kristie for the rest of the night. Phoebe was talking to my brother, Kian, (her now boyfriend, can you believe that? I still couldn’t get used to it) so I couldn’t hang with her.

This night sucked hairy ass balls.

*****

Good Lord, my head pounded like it was inside one of those huge bongo drums.

What the hell happened last night?

I remembered guzzling down a few drinks.

Oh and Van thought he could score with me since his friend was with Kristie.

I let him have it. I wasn’t some ho he could pick up and have a night’s screw. God. What was with guys these days? How about a little talking and getting to know one another first.

Then I drank a bit more and the whole night flew from my mind.

And now some ape was laying on me.

My eyes flew open.

It wasn’t an ape.

Oh my GOD!

It was Zachary!

Pushing his body off of me, I dropped to my feet then nudged him. “Hey, Zachary, wake up!”

He rolled over and threw that infuriating smirk at me!

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Wanting to go for round two?”

Round two? What the hell?

“What are you doing here? W-Where’s Kristie?”

“She kind of got mad when she saw you throwing yourself at me.” He shrugged then scratched his cheek. “I was down though. You’re way more fiesty than her.”

My head felt like it was about to explode. No way in HELL did I sleep with this creep. I tightened my hands into fists. “For one thing, if I did sleep with you, it was only because I was super wasted and all sense flew out of my head. And two, if I hadn’t been drunk, you sure as hell wouldn’t be here. Now get your clothes on and leave. Now!”

He rose up next to me but instead of grabbing his shirt and jeans, he wrapped his warm arms around me. For some reason, I didn’t resist.

“That’s not how you felt last night. You told me you loved me.” He tightened his grip, making my heart flutter. “It was a little fast but I kind of liked it. Love at first sight is pretty romantic. It’s never happened to me before.”

Blinking, in total shock, I stammered, “I…I c-couldn’t have said that. I-I don’t even know you. You’re making things up.” I couldn’t understand how I could have thrown myself at him, drunk or not. My psyche hated him and yet my drunk self told him I loved him? “Tell me what happened. I don’t understand. One minute I’m fighting with your friend, Van, and the next I’m in bed with you. How?”

He lifted the side of his mouth. “I’ll tell you all the details if you go to my game tonight. I’ll leave box tickets at the gate. You can bring some friends, too.”

“What game?” I asked.

He snickered. “You’re probably the only one at this school who doesn’t know, but I’m the quarterback, sweetheart. Named All-American this year. But I kind of dig that you don’t know. Makes you that much more interesting.”

Oh God. Of course he was the quarterback. No wonder he had this dominating, insufferable air about him. Well, if he thought I was going to show up to a game I knew nothing about just because his almighty-ness deemed it so, he had another thing coming.

Sorry I didn’t shout out sooner but thank you to Aud for giving me Zachary to play with!

And thanks to LadyLobster for Mateo in the previous chapter! ❤

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