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"Yeah, no worries," I mutter and push through the crowd to find somewhere quiet.
I only get to the other side of the room before someone claps my shoulder. It is one of my old wingers, Jason. Or at least I think it is. It's nearly impossible to tell who is who in here.
"Hutton!"
I open my mouth to reply but he grabs my arm and drags me over to a group of vaguely familiar people before I have the chance to speak. He pushes me down on one of the couches beside a pretty brunette.
"So, what's good?" he asks.
"Hey, Jason. Just the usual shit. You?" I ask politely, staring into my half-empty cup.
He throws an arm over the back of the couch and eyes the chest of the girl next to me. "That's not what we hear."
I furrow my brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"You don't want anyone to know about your girl or what? It isn't every day that the great Oakley Hutton gets tied down," he laughs, earning giggles and a few scoffs from the girls scattered around the circle.
"Yeah, Oakley. Last time we checked, you didn't have time for anything but a hookup," a voice in the corner puts in, and I automatically roll my eyes.
"Sounds like someone's still bitter, Layla," Andre teases, pushing his way into the group.
"Not bitter. It's not like the sex was any good anyway. I feel sorry for the girl," Layla responds from her spot against the wall.
"That's not what you told us before," one of the other girls chimes in. Layla glares at her.
Layla is one of the puck bunnies I did end up hooking up with. I'm not exactly proud of it, but she was beautiful, and I was a drunk sixteen-year-old. Am I really to blame?
"I didn't think I needed to talk about my girl," I say with a shrug.
"Is she hot?" Someone on the other side of the room asks. I whip my head in the direction of the voice and shoot daggers at the brave prick.
My vibrating phone pulls my attention before I spit out the insult resting on my tongue. I hurry over to a somewhat quiet area and pull out my phone. It's Tyler.
"Dude, please tell me you're not out there with a bunch of girls," he says gruffly. "You might want to get your buddy to stop posting pictures of you and a bunch of chicks when you've been ignoring your girlfriend all day."
"What pictures? I haven't even been with any girls," I almost snap at him as my temper rises.
Tyler sighs, seemingly making no effort to hide his annoyance. "Just talk to her before she gets the wrong idea."
I groan and rush back into the party.
Andre, you're in for it.
