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“Never,” I say and sip my drink.
“C’mon, Len. You know you had a good time…”
This guy and his conceited attitude. I’ve had much better times with a lot of other people. But he doesn’t need to know that. “Doesn’t mean I wanna do it again.”
“Yeah, sure. You’re always DTF, and everyone knows it.”
His rude comment pisses me off. I am definitely not drunk enough for this shit. I don’t answer him. Instead, I stand and walk away. I need more alcohol and less stupidity. Stat.
When I make it to the drink table, I hear a familiar voice behind me. “You okay?” Holden asks.
“Just not drunk enough.”
“Let’s do some shots, then.”
His response surprises me. “I thought you only stuck to beer?”
“Not tonight,” he says and hands us each a Jell-O shot. We cheer, and down they go. We do several more together, and damn, they’re strong and hit fast. By the time we walk back toward our group, both of us are stumbling and laughing.
We spend the rest of the night dancing, doing more shots, and watching the sun rise over the horizon. Holden keeps up with me all night, and might I dare say the nerdy boy can really party hard.
When it’s time for the night to finally end, I don’t remember getting home.
But somehow I wake up, half naked in a bed I don’t recognize.
What the hell?
Chapter3
Holden
When I crackopen my eyes, I wish I didn’t. But the blaring sound of my alarm reminds me of my early shift this morning. When I lift my head, a sharp pain slices through the side and leaves a throbbing ache. Hitting snooze, I lie back down against my cool pillow and roll onto my side. The couch is squishy for a tall guy like me, and I already feel the soreness in my back and legs.
What was I thinking downing all those shots?
Looking cool and having fun in front of Lennox, that’s what.
I push the stupid thought away. I just wanted to have a good time. What’s so wrong with that?
My mouth is dry, and when I swallow, it gets stuck, like it’s been stuffed with cotton balls. I need to be at the field house in an hour, and as much as I want to lie here sleeping, I can’t. Damn, how do people do this? I can’t imagine waking up hungover and managing work and classes on a regular basis.
Dragging myself from the couch, I stop by the kitchen for a glass of water. The apartment is eerily quiet; all of my roommates are probably still passed out in their beds. Classes start tomorrow, so everyone’s taking advantage of sleeping in. Wish I could. But unfortunately, I’ve had to carry a part time campus job since I came to SCU.
Peeking into my room, I find Lennox sound asleep in my bed. She looks comfy curled under my blankets, and I’m happy I sacrificed by giving her the bed. I tiptoe around, grabbing what I need for clothes. After a shower, some cereal and coffee, and a few ibuprofen, I feel slightly human again. Still wish I could go back to bed, though.
I check on Lennox one more time. She’s still asleep, so I send her a text letting her know I had to leave for work. I wonder if she’ll remember last night. As drunk as I was, I remember every second of it. Not that it matters since nothing happened. She asked to cuddle and insisted on my bed while standing in front of her apartment door.
When she stripped down to her tank top and panties, it nearly killed me. I tried to offer her sweatpants or a big T-shirt, but she refused and slid her sexy body under my covers. Onto my sheets. Her intoxicating scent was all in my bed.
We might only be friends, but I can’t stop myself from being attracted to her. She isn’t my type, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t beautiful inside and out. Because she is. And she’s a good friend. We have a good time together. As far as someone to date, she parties and sleeps around, and while I’m not judging her, as those are her choices and it doesn’t affect our friendship, nor does it change who she is as a person, she’s not someone I’d date seriously. There’s also a rumor that Lennox and Landon hooked up freshman year. It’s kind of weird to think of them hooking up and I’m not going to lie, it makes me green with envy. But what can I do? Nothing besides hope it’s a rumor.
Honestly, the friends-with-benefits thing isn’t my jam, either. I’ve had the occasional hookup here, but I’m more focused on the video game I’m designing and learning all I can in the classes I’m taking. A bit nerdy, one might say, but I can’t help what I enjoy.
Maybe my father will eventually acknowledge my good grades and accomplishments and stop trying to force me to be something I’m not. He already has the perfect son in my older brother, his firstborn he’s so proud of. A perfect soldier, everything my father wanted in a son. Isn’t that fucking enough?
I make it to the field house after a ten-minute walk, and the place looks emptier than usual. It makes sense with classes not starting until tomorrow, but in all my time working here since freshman year, sports always began a day earlier. Maybe I got my schedule wrong?
Pulling out my phone, I double-check the schedule before walking inside, but it does say today’s date. Can’t say I’d be mad if they sent me home.
