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"Matt, Matt, Matt!" my screaming friend shouted along with the other students, and the blond-haired man who was drawing attention to himself on the field smiled and encouraged them even more to buy. I rolled my eyes, covering my ears, "Biscuit!"

"I should have refused."

I didn't like places with too many people, and even less so when they got loud; they took away the peace of the silence.

I freaked out when Lucas grabbed my shoulders and shook me mad about the match, as Matt's tackle gave them a huge lead, and they were about to win. However, I was within an inch of throwing my best friend down the stairs, which is why he surprised me again.


"No, I'm not going to follow your inventions anymore," I pointed to Lucas from his bed, where he was resting from a crazy game.

Honestly, every time I propped him up, I realized that I hated soccer more and that I had absolutely no interest in watching sweaty men running after a ball like dogs.

"Amy, it's the party at the frat house."

"It's not even here; it's somewhere else," I crossed my arms under my head, closing my eyes.

"I don't want to go without you, and Evan's going too."

"Good riddance."

I felt something fall on my face and surprised, I sat up right away; I gave him a dirty look; "Stop mistreating me every time I refuse to do what you want."

"Come on, and I'll never bother you again," he said, and I looked at him, squinting my eyes, not believing a word he said. It was clear that I had already been punished for the rest of my life with a friend who liked madness, while I liked peace, "In this month."

"That's enough for you," I got out of bed snorting.

"Yeah," he pranced in place, and I rolled my eyes, "Let's go get you some clothes, running for home," he tugged my arm, and we left his room to go in search of transportation to my grandfather's apartment.

An hour later, I was standing in front of my closet, pulling out and throwing away clothes that I surely wasn't going to fix because they weren't his, and I was stressing about that simple fact.

"Have some juice," came my grandfather with two glasses, which had a pink colored drink in them. I knew they were strawberries, why I loved them, and no one but him would take the time to make something tasty for me.

"Thank you, Mr. Madden, you're an angel," Lucas thanked me with a smile and drank it as if he had been thirsty for several hours, "Agh, delicious, let's get on with it."

My grandfather looked at him strangely as he went back into the small closet to continue spreading clothes all over the place, and I lifted my shoulders as he turned his curious eyes to mine.

"Thank you, grandpa."

I gave him a kiss on the hundred, and after his smile, fights with Lucas, and lots of stressed sighs, we were standing in front of what looked to my eyes like an overly large event center. It must have held at least five thousand college students and chaperones.

"I'm very uncomfortable," I confessed, as we surrounded ourselves with people at the same time; I tried to arrange my dress so that it wouldn't ride up too high since it was enough fact that it was mid-thigh it was attached to the body, it would ride up with any movement. The only thing I liked about it was the chain that went around my lower back, showing that I didn't have a bra on. Otherwise, it seemed uncomfortable to wear it.

If I were a person addicted to attention and who didn't mind having her nipples highlighted in the fabric or her butt almost half exposed and a completely bare back that left everything to the imagination, I might be in a better mood.

"Gotta start having fun and meeting men," my friend said, and I sighed after he started pulling me to the bar to drink, "Two of the strongest drink you have, handsome," I turned my face as I saw the bartender give him a short smile, realizing it hadn't been me who told him that.

"You sure?"

"We came to get a little crazy."

"No, we didn't. I want a simple beer," I interrupted, and the man wasted no time detailing me down to my thighs where I could see him. I felt him take off my clothes and put them back on. I snorted without being noticed.

"You would have stayed home drowning your sorrows with that, but that's not what we came for," he snorted and practically stepped between me and the bartender so I couldn't order anything. I rolled my eyes, "A mix would be nice."

"Smoke bath?"

"Oops, yes, please."

I folded my arms in annoyance but quickly realized that it highlighted my breasts and lifted my dress, so I immediately went back to the previous position.

"Hello gorgeous," I heard the voice of someone I knew and smiled.

"Hi, Evan," I said and heard someone squeak behind me; I knew it was Lucas.

"Hi to you too," the blue-haired one said, putting his arm around my shoulders. The brunet only deigned to roll his eyes and fell silent, "How nice that he hates me."

"Don't say that; he's going to like you someday," I replied, and he broke away from me to look at me, which made me uncomfortable.

"Who are you?"

I snorted; "Lucas made me."

"He put you up to it?"

"No."

"Then he didn't make you," I bit my lips; why she was right. I had put it on myself. However, he was so insistent it was driving me crazy. I ended up giving in, "Are you going to pick up men today," he asked, trying to tease. I knew perfectly well that, to me, such things came and went; I wasn't interested at all.

"No one deserves me."

"Then you're going to stay alone forever," she tousled my hair and walked away with a smile.

Sometimes I hated them both.

I ended up drinking two glasses of what Lucas had ordered because they looked so appetizing with the smoke coming out of the glass and that striking blue color.

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