A/N: yyyyoooo so I've decided that I might have some inapropro scenes in here, sorry to those of you who don't want it. I haven't had much feedback so I'm going with what I think people would like best? If you feel differently, PLEASE speak up!!! Want to do what the majority opinion wants, and as one user suggested, I could always make a separate book of the smut scenes. PLEASE lmk!!!! Need feedback, guys!
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GABBY
"It's the freaking weekend, baby!" Camille squeals, downing vodka bottle number three.
"Alcohog!" Emily hisses, snatching the bottle and taking a swig herself. Then she passes it to me. I take a few swigs, reveling in the burning sensation creeping down my throat.
"What time does the frat party start again, Em?" Camille sways, obviously drunk.
"I think...ten." Emily hiccups. "Maybe eleven?"
"Then why are we pregaming if the party is in like twenty minutes?" I question.
"B-because..." Camille begins. "Because...you know what I mean?"
"No?"
"Y-y-you'll get it."
"Friggin Alcoholic." I murmur after I take another shot. I remember what happened last time I over-drank, with Christopher, but he's long gone. I'm safe now--but just in case, I won't get blackout. Just enough to make me forget about the Hamilton boys.
"Guys, we can't go! We can't drive?"
"My brother's friend is gonna pick us up." Emily smirks. "College parties aren't like high school parties, Gabby. You'll get that soon enough."
"I--what? Okay."
We sit in a circle and pass bottle after bottle for the remainder of the time until we hear a honk come from outside Camille's house.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeee!" Camille squeals, twirling and stumbling her way to the front door.
Emily and Camille sit in the back but there are only four seats in the car so I sit up front next to Emily's brother's friend. I turn to him, and he's very handsome. I look away before he notices me checking him out, but I must swerve my head too fast because I bump it on the window.
"Shit." I murmur.
"You okay?" Stranger asks me.
"I...what?"
"Are you alright?"
"No, I'm Gabrielle. Gabrielle Hampton."
He gives me an odd look and I giggle at my own funny dad joke.
"I was joking." I whisper, but it comes out more like "I wasp poking."
He rolls his eyes before turning to the pretty girls in the back.
"Hello." He winks at them. "Why doesn't one of you come sit up front instead?"
Ouch.
"We're good." Camille sneers. Even when she's drunk off her ass, she still finds a way to be a bitch.
"I see how it is." I humph, and he turns back to glare at me before facing the girls again.
"Where to, ladies?"
"524 Jourgal Street." Emily announces, giving the boy a flirtatious smile.
"Let's go, then." He smiles. As we drive, he tries to make conversation with the girls and glares at me whenever I try to add my two cents in.
"This your first college party?"
"No!" Emily grins. "Camille and I go all the time."
"It's my first time!" I add, cheerfully. The boy gives me a dismissive glance and looks at the rearview mirror to continue talking to Camille and Emily.
"I'm sure boys hit on you both all the time, huh?" He smiles coyly.
"We only pay attention to the ones we like." Emily whispers in a deep, sexy tone.
"And what do you think of me?" Driver asks, turning around to face Emily.
"Watch the road!" I squeal just as a man and a woman start to traverse the crosswalk together. Driver boy slams on the brakes and the couple gives us a dirty look as they make their way across the street. Driver guy flips them off.
"I think you're pretty sexy." Emily grins.
"I think you're sexy too."
Twenty minutes of this intolerable flirting goes by until we finally reach the street we need to be on. I can't bolt out of the car fast enough. Driver boy gets out to open the door for Camille and Emily. He shoots me an annoyed glance as if I'm bothering him. Once Emily and Camille are out of the car and standing next to me, driver boy, who I have just now deemed 'DB' approaches.
"You owe me a thank you." DB winks at Emily and Camille but doesn't so much as glance my way.
"We don't owe you shit." Camille scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"Don't be like that." DB takes a step towards her, wrapping her around the waist. "Give me a kiss, huh?"
"Get off!" Camille shouts, trying to push him away. But she's tipsy and he's determined. He kisses her square in the mouth. She pushes him off, finally, and slaps him.
"Asshole!" I shout.
"Stay out of it, lardo." DB snaps in my direction before stepping to Emily, who is swaying and obviously dumbstruck.
"Your turn." DB grins at her before he plants a fat one on her too. She kisses him back a little bit, to Camille and I's surprise. I guess I should't have put it past her, she's Emily after all.
"Pig." Emily wipes her mouth off when he pulls away. "Leave now or I'm telling my brother."
He gets back in his car and drives off.
What the Hell just happened? "Ugh, Gabby, you're so lucky guys don't pester you like that. It's so annoying! Happens anytime we go out. Right, Camille?"
Camille nods, her mouth in a grim line. "Really sucks. Seriously, boys these days."
I scoff, outraged by their insensitivity. I speed walk towards the frat house with the thumping music and half naked girls and guys in the lawn. Camille and Emily are too drunk to keep up with me, and I'm glad.
When I arrive, everyone cheers. I feel special for a moment until the next person walks in behind me and everyone cheers again. For whatever reason, when people are drunk, they're usually nice to you no matter how you look. If only they were that way sober.
I immediately head to an unoccupied couch and take a seat. Big parties like these are not my scene at all. I'd much rather be involved in a kickback, just chilling and enjoying the company of people I actually know. Here, I'm surrounded by strangers that I have no connections with.
I fidget with my thumbs, gazing around at the crowd. I see Camille chatting it up with a cute brunette guy and Emily is grinding up on someone, but I can't quite make out who. I'm so immersed in people watching that I don't see the person come up to the couch, but I feel their weight dip into the cushion. I turn, expecting someone I know, but in front of me is a complete stranger.
A sexy stranger, but a stranger.
He has the frat boy aesthetic down to a T, which I have to admit, looks really good on him. His brown hair is carefully styled, his facial hair is perfectly groomed, his eyes are green and alert, his clothes are preppy but not disgusting. And he's staring at me.
"Haven't seen you around. What year are you?" His voice is silk.
"I'm a senior."
His brows raise.
"In high school." I elaborate.
"Makes more sense." Stranger laughs. "I'm Adam. Delta Sig is my frat. So technically, this is my house."
"Well, Adam, homeowner...I'm Gabrielle. You can call me Gabby, everyone does, but I prefer Gabrielle."
"I can call you Gabrielle." Adam smiles softly, almost shyly. "If that's what you want."
"Sure, thank you." I look down at my fidgety thumbs. Stupid thumbs.
"So why are you sitting here?" I blurt, eyes widening. I have never been one for small talk.
"You seemed like you needed a friend." Adam shrugs, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes. "Plus, I'm sleepy."
"My friends are here. I don't need friends." I shrug in response, looking in the crowd for them. Camille is still talking to the cutie and Emily is out of sight by now, go figure.
"In that case, I'm gonna head out." Adam sighs, opening one eye. "But I'd love to see you again sometime. Since I don't know you and you don't know me, giving you my number could be trouble, so could I have your Snap? And then we could just go from there."
My eyes nearly pop out of my head at the thought of yet another gorgeous guy pursuing me. Me.
"Sure." I give him my username and he quickly types it into his phone with a yawn.
"Nice meeting you. I'm going home and to sleep, but I will be in touch."
"Sounds good."
"Great." Adam stands and gives me a nod before leaving.
The couch is unoccupied so I shut my eyes for all of a minute until I feel it dip again and the familiar body heat that signifies human presence. I turn, meeting the gaze of Leo Hamilton.
"The hell are you doing here?" I hiss, scooting away from his muscular body. He is wearing a fitted t-shirt and khaki shorts, a beer in one hand and his phone in the other.
"I was invited. What are you doing here?"
"I was invited."
"Sure."
"Whatever, Leo. What do you want?"
"To sit down, God. Not everything is about you, Gabby."
"Whatever," I mumble, looking away, cheeks turning pink.
"But since you're here..." Leo begins, and I jerk in my seat before giving him a glare.
"Don't." I warn him.
"...you and Aaron, huh? Guess I should have known he'd pursue you."
"Leave me alone." I stand, and then so does Leo.
"Gabby, what the Hell? What do you see in him?" He searches my eyes and it looks like he wants to say something else, but someone bumps him and knocks him out of his trance. He's back to being shifty, eyeing the crowd to make sure no one is watching us talk.
"Kindness." I frown. "Something I've yet to see in you."
I spin on my heel and walk out of the house. I call Janice, who is more than happy to pick me up. She's just happy I'm safe.
When she pulls up, I shoot a quick text to Emily and Camille that I'm leaving.
Camille responds almost instantly with some incoherent text, and I hear nothing back from Emily. I turn off my phone, but just as soon as I have put it away, it buzzes with a notification.
One new friend request on snapchat.
Adam Jones.
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