Page 4 of Coastal Runaway

I groaned as the memories of last night came flooding back to me.

It was the start of CCU Athlete Training Week when all athletes came back to campus. Last night Maeve had the brilliant idea that we should go to the local college bar, The Trojan.

It was one of the only bars around campus that let girls in as long as you had a half-decent fake ID and a low cut shirt. It’s literally disgusting inside, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. I remembered saying that we had a three drink maximum and then it was around tequila shot number five that things got a little fuzzy.

That's how I ended up in the bed of Patrick Sinclair, star CCU football player, and my ex-boyfriend. I slowly removed his arm and quietly got out of bed. I tugged on my clothes just as Patrick stirred awake.

“You know, you’re making me feel a little cheap right now, Keegan,” he chuckled.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic. We were celebrating the start of our senior year and got carried away. I’ll see you later.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek, as he scoffed and turned to face the wall.

This was our pattern. Patrick and I met in the first week of freshman year. He was the shiny new football star who held lots of promise, and I was the cheerleader who shocked everyone by walking onto the team as a flyer. We dated for two and a half years and had fun; at least I thought it was fun. He thought we were “get-engaged-before-graduation and meet-the-parents” serious.

Patrick was fine most of the time, if not a little annoying. We fought endlessly as a couple. He was pompous, and honestly a bit of a spoiled brat. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted it.

But he was hot.

Sue me.

Whenever neither of us had someone to take home for the night, we ended up together.

I vowed to myself that I would stop doing this. I was graduating in the fall and I was remarkably lost regarding my future plans. In ten months I would have a degree in Digital Marketing, and would have to decide what I wanted to do with my life. So I guess having a little fun wasn’t so bad, right?

I left his house and pulled up the Uber app on my phone. The closest ride was twenty minutes away, typical LA, so I sat on his front steps in West Hollywood to wait as I pulled up my many, many, texts from the family group chat.

Nolan

Anyone heard from Keegan this morning?

Aiden

She usually slinks in around 6am screaming for coffee after a night out. The house is still quiet. I’m worried.

Maeve

Pretty sure she went to Sinclair’s last night.

Again.

Nolan

KEEGAN MICHAEL KEY THIS IS NOT HOW WE’RE STARTING SENIOR YEAR.

Luke

Will you all shut up? I’m trying to sleep.

Maeve

Luke, you’re 3 hours ahead of us. Why are you even still in bed?

Nolan

He probably stayed up too late

Luke

Fuck all the way off.