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After months of refusing, I finally agreed to make the move to Alrick Falls. My family thought it was best – that a new scene would be good for me – and I was sick of having the same conversation.
So here I am, and the plan is simple. Smile through each day and avoid her at all costs.
Until the cocky quarterback comes into play.
The last thing I want is his crooked grin and dark brown eyes focused on me.
Yet here he is, constantly in my space, pushing me, daring me to care. Telling me what I think and feel, as if he knows.
He doesn’t know anything. And I plan to keep it that way.
He’s the persistent playboy who refuses to walk away. I’m the impassive new girl with nothing left to give.
Things are about to get complicated.
Come out with me tonight, she said. It’ll be fun, she promised.
Yeah…not so much.
I drag myself out of the corner I took cover in, eyeing the American Pie-like movie scene playing out in front of me. Only, in this version, it’s ridiculously handsome males and far too sexy females parading around in a hormone-driven buzz, letting loose at the hands of alcohol. I mean, I get it. People can never be who or what they want. They can never be honest and upfront.
Alcohol does one of two things for you in high school: gives you the courage to tell the truth or the freedom to forget it. So they party, get drunk, hook-up, do and say stupid shit, and in the end, they take a page from Jamie Foxx and “blame it on the alcohol.”
Take, for instance, the Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts lookalike – pre-makeover, that is – who was just hoisted up onto the countertop by some tall, dark-haired beast of a guy whose face I can’t see. She’s biting down on her bottom lip and rubbing her knees together, clearly trying to excite this guy who, no doubt, only sees a faceless vag.
She spreads her legs and pulls him between them. Instantly, he dips his lips to her neck and she wraps her legs around his back. They’re three sheets to the wind and he’s got something she wants.
Yeah, all this is happening mid-party, and no one seems to give two shits.
In order to get to the other side of the room, I have to weave through the bodies crammed onto the makeshift dance floor. Brushing body parts against drunk, horny high school seniors I don’t know doesn’t sound like a good time, but it appears to be my only way out. So, I dodge a grope here and an elbow there, and make my way out of the slosh zone, earning only a few dirty looks along the way.