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“What if you get kicked out?” I asked, my buzz quickly dying.
“I won’t get kicked out,” he assured me, sounding a lot more confident than I felt.
Though I didn’t necessarily believe him because I knew that my own dorm had rules, I also knew that those rules were broken all the time. Only two weeks into this life, and I’d already seen plenty of guys sneaking out of our dorm in the early morning hours.
“Well, we might as well head towards the sidewalk to wait,” I remarked unexcitedly. Going back to Hunter’s room for some hot and heavy sex had sounded way better than going back to his place just so that he could finish his babysitting gig.
“Did you have a good time?”
I looked up at him, and it wasn’t lost on me how his finger was still entangled through my belt loop. In fact, all I could think about was how he’d held my hand most of the night, how he had prevented Corbin from getting ideas about me, how he had turned Jamie down, and how he had danced with me. I knew that we were friends, but…how could that be all this was? He’d never been this protective back in Lakeside. Yeah, Talon had been the main one to look out for me, Kenzlee, and Edie, but still. Hunter hadn’t ever slipped his hand up underneath my shirt before.
“I did,” I finally answered. “Did you?”
“For my first college party ever, it wasn’t so bad,” he replied, grinning down at me.
“How drunk are you?”
“Drunk enough,” he snorted. “That’s why I’m not driving, remember?”
I was two seconds away from kissing Hunter Finley, but when a car pulled up alongside the curb, honking, that had me jumping back a bit, the spell broken. At least, the spell that I kept finding myself under. Hunter wasn’t under any kind of spell that didn’t have alcohol as its main casting ingredient.
Always the gentleman, Hunter opened the door for me. However, before I could get inside, he stopped me. “You’re not going to throw up in the car, are you?” He looked really worried about that possibility. “We can always walk.”
Yeah, taking a moonlit stroll through the streets of California with Hunter Finley was not a good idea. Not if I wanted to keep from making an absolute fool of myself. Yeah, I’d rather throw up in this stranger’s car than let my imagination get carried away.
“Yep, no, I’m good,” I lied, getting into the car.
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Hunter~
While I wasn’t drunk anymore, I was still buzzed enough to ignore all the red flags waving in my face. Taking Alexandria back to my place was a bad idea, but I didn’t like the idea of her going home drunk more. Even though I knew that she’d probably be safe, a lot could happen between walking her to her door to her getting into her room safely. Regardless of the ‘rules’, guys and girls were being snuck into dorm rooms left and right during the weekends, and I wanted Alex with me.
However, I was second guessing myself the quieter that she was on the ride back to my place. So, nudging her leg with mine, I said, “I like your buddy driver idea.”
Those light eyes slid my way. “Then why were you trying to kill my dreams?”
I laughed at that. “I was hardly killing your dreams, Alex.”
“Yeah, man, no,” the driver chimed in. “Don’t be killing people’s dreams. This world is horrible enough without being a dream killer.”
“See?” Alexandria said, her smile beaming up at me. “Don’t be a dream killer, Hunter.”
“I wasn’t killing your dreams,” I repeated, laughing at how they were both ganging up on me. “In fact, I just mentioned how I liked the idea.”
“You know, they say that dreams are signs of flightiness and instability, but that’s not true,” our driver went on. “Dreamers are the strongest people out there. Instead of being confined to convention and playing it safe, they’re the ones that are brave enough to create whole new worlds for us.”
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “I wasn’t trying to kill her dreams. I swear it.”
Ignoring me, our driver just prattled on. “If your girl has a dream, then it’s your job to support it to the fullest. If you don’t think so, then just imagine her up on the stage, accepting her award for changing the world but not thanking you during her speech because you were a dream killer? Talk about a kick in the nuts.” Alexandria chuckled next to me. “You’ve got to be supportive,” he insisted. “If not, then what good are you to anyone?”
Even though Alexandria wasn’t my girl, and even though I wasn’t killing her dreams, I still felt the weight of the driver’s words. It would be a kick in the nuts to hear your girl thanking everyone but you for all her hard-earned success. It would suck to hear her name off everyone that had encouraged her to chase her dreams, leaving you off that list because you were an asshole.
“I support Alexandria’s dreams,” I told him. “I swear it.”
Our driver eyed me through the rearview mirror. “Just remember, whatever you don’t do for your girl, there’s another man that will.”
The conversation was completely ridiculous and irrelevant since Alex wasn’t my girlfriend, but that still didn’t stop me from feeling some type of way at the mention of other guys taking care of Alexandria’s needs and wants.
