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I groan. “Okay, I’ll go. But only for one hour.”
“Yes!” She jumps up and hugs me. “Do you have a fake? I’ll need to make sure it’s good enough before we leave.”
Nodding, I pull out my wallet and hand over my fake driver’s license. It reads “Autumn Mills” and the woman on it has long black hair and big green eyes like mine.
“Wow!” She hands it back to me. “You’ll totally get in with that! Where did you get that done? That’s professional grade! It has all the watermarks and embedded lines!”
I almost tell her how Leah had one of her regulars get it for me when I was sixteen, but I hold back. “One of my friends in Jersey did it for me.”
She nods and turns on her radio. “I can’t get dressed without music. Hurry up and get ready, makeup and all!” She pulls a bottle of vodka from under her desk and pours six shots—three each. “It’s party time, bitch!”
The next two hours blur by in a haze of shots, laughs, and skimpy dress comparisons. By the time I’m buzzed, I find myself inside of a smoke-filled club off campus.
Most of the attendees are upperclassmen and Greeks, so I don’t recognize most of them.
I’m wearing a hot pink dress that leaves little to the imagination and my hair is pulled into a neat and sophisticated bun with a few tendrils falling over my eyes. As I make my way to the bar, I spot Parker talking to some of his fraternity brothers.
I walk over and tap him on the shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hey babe.” He turns around and slips an arm around my waist. “I thought you said you didn’t do parties.”
“I don’t. Amy made me come.”
“Where is she?”
I shrug. She left me as soon as the bouncers let us inside and I haven’t seen her since.
“Do you want to leave with me then?” He bends down and whispers into my ear, “I can think of something far more interesting for us to do tonight.”
“Tempting...I can’t leave her here alone though. That’d be messed up.”
“Okay, stay here. I’ll find her.” He kisses me before disappearing into the crowd.
I look at the packed dance floor in front of me and raise my eyebrow because none of the people are dancing. They’re laughing and pointing at something that I can’t see.
I’m sure it’s another one of those flash-mob videos that have become popular lately, so I turn around and wave for the bartender’s attention.
“What can I get for you?” he asks.
“Rum and Coke please.”
“You got ID?”
I flash him the “of age” wristband on my hand and he starts to make the drink.
“Okay...” He sets the glass onto the counter. “That’ll cost you—” His eyes meet mine and he looks past me for a split second. “Holy shit. You know what? It’s on the house...”
“Thanks.” I smile, knowing that my slight bite of the lip is working.
I toss back the sour drink and slide the empty cup to him when I’m finished. I look over my shoulder—noticing that everyone on the dance floor is still transfixed by whatever is happening on stage.
Annoyed, I ask the bartender for another drink, and he once again offers it to me at no charge. As the crowd begins to collectively “Ohhhh,” and “Whoaaa,” I roll my eyes.
I know that Parker is probably watching whatever it is instead of searching for Amy, so I head into the crowd and start looking for her myself—taking short sips of my drink every few feet.
I hear numerous groans as I weave my way through all the sweaty and drunk bodies, promising myself that I’ll curse Amy out for leaving me alone.
“What a slut!” “Who is that?” “It’s that freshman girl...” “Her social life is over!”
I bump into a sweaty guy who’s had way too much to drink and he staggers backwards, pointing at me, shouting, “Can I be next, sweetheart? I promise I’ll be better than both of them! I’ll make you feel really good!”
I raise my eyebrow, wondering what the hell he’s talking about, and then I look up at the screen that has everyone’s attention.
My glass slips out of my hand and shatters onto the floor.
The images in front of me are so humiliating, so real and undisputable, that I pinch myself to make sure I’m not in the middle of a nightmare.
It’s me.
Me having sex with Parker.
Me having sex with one of his fraternity brothers weeks before I met him.
The video is split into two frames: One sex scene on each side and it’s undeniably me. I’m in my dorm room and I’m making the same rehearsed faces I made when I lost my virginity two years ago—saying the exact same things.
