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“I was thirsty.” One brow rises in a silent challenge. “I’m Mindy, by the way.”
“Prescott,” I grumble.
“It’s nice to meet you, Prescott.” Her fingers brush against my palm as she pulls her hand back.
“How about we take this outside?” Spencer asks.
There are murmurs of agreement coming from the girls, and we make our way to the backyard. Loud music blasts through open windows, and while the house is full, there are quite a few people outside, both in the hot tub and pool, enjoying the warm, late August night.
As we take our seats in some pool chairs, Xander gives the girls some cups, and I fill them with alcohol. I nurse my drink, only half listening to the conversation as they chat about the summer and the beginning of classes, my thoughts still on the pitcher.
A hand falls on my forearm, making me flinch.
“Mr. Football Player, huh?”
I look to find the brunette watching me. I shake my head, trying to regain my composure. I was so lost in my head; it took me a moment to realize she was waiting for an answer.
As if she didn’t know.
“Yeah,” I clear my throat. “You a fan?”
“Of football players?” Her gaze drops to my biceps. “I’m partial to them. You score a lot?”
When I was playing.I slide my phone back into my pocket. “Occasionally.”
“How about I help you score tonight?” the brunette asks, moving closer.
What was her name again? Mira? Martha? Mary? The fuck if I remember. Her firm tits brush against my chest, her lips sliding down the side of my neck, nipping at my skin.
“Ye—” Before I can finish, I see a familiar figure coming out of the house behind her shoulder. I watch as the blond pitcher shoves his hands into his pockets and, with a quick, almost imperceptible glance around, slides down the few stairs and makes his way to the dark side of the house.
“Prescott?” the girl,Mindy—that’s her name—urges, her fingers sliding under my chin and turning my attention back on her.
“Another time.”
“What?” An unhappy frown appears on her face as she glares at me. “You can’t be serious.”
Or not.
Not bothering to answer her question, I get up.
“I’m off to take a piss,” I say to nobody in particular, but thankfully both Spencer and Xander are focused on their own girls to pay me much attention.
I move through the crowd since apparently more people have come after we got here. Students are enjoying the final moments of freedom before classes start in earnest.
Somebody shoves me, making me stumble. My knee protests the movement, and I hiss as the stab of pain spreads through my leg. I grab for the doorway, trying to steady myself.
Dammit.
Closing my eyes, I push back the black spots that appear in front of my eyes. Maybe drinking wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Keeping my head low, I make my way to the house but then beeline to the dark corner, where I saw the pitcher disappear.
I blink a few times, letting my eyes get used to the darkness as I slowly walk further away from the party when I hear voices.
“You’ve got the money?”
There’s a loud snort, “As if you don’t know me.”
