head out. The Robinsons are twin brothers. They are on their last year and most of their parties are epic. No one in Braxton knows about my past, and I need to keep it that way. Jacob, India, and probably Dora know that I was a loser, a worthless man, hiding behind abuse at home. Once I came to Braxton I changed that facade, distancing myself from the past. Dora can threaten me as much as she wants, but she has no idea what I ’ m capable of.
Chapter Seven
Parties and the past.
Present
We all walk for about twenty minutes to the house by the campus. The twins live there with a few other blokes. I know them all; we used to drink together just after the term ended. My mind seems to be in pieces. Alcohol slowly circulates through my system, waking up my fighting side. Jacob vanishes as we leave, probably meeting Dora.
I try to stay relaxed, and when we all walk into the house, the temperature in my body rises because I spot India. She is by the window with that asshole. Our eyes meet for a brief moment, but she quickly looks away, ignoring me completely. I pretend that she doesn ’ t bother me at all, but deep down I ’ m surprised that she is here. At the beginning of the year, I threw some nasty shit on her, making a deal with the Swedish Alexander. She was pretty humiliated by him and even after the restaurant, she showed up here.
“ Hey, stranger, long time no see. I missed you, ” Angelica says. She is a girl that I used to fool with around back in my first year.
“ Good, kind of busy. Have you seen Alan? ” I ask, knowing that if I take her home tonight I ’ ll be back to square one. I ’ m moving forward, but she can ’ t see me as a man-whore anymore. Angelica looks amazing in a short, black dress that exposes her long, lean legs. She bites her lips, holding a glass of wine in her right hand.
“ He ’ s in the kitchen making some drinks, ” she says with a smile. “ You know, you should dance with me later, show me that you still care. ”
A few guys are looking at us. India is no longer in the room. She vanished somewhere with Evans, who can ’ t seem to keep his hands off her. With red, raw rage building up in my body, I tell myself that I have to calm down. Twice I lost it and twice she told me to go to hell, so I have to keep it cool.
“ Sorry, Angie, but I ’ m only after one girl. You ’ re amazing, but my heart melts for someone else, ” I say. ”
Fuck me. Some honesty. Well, that ’ s a first, Olie.
She raises her eyebrow in astonishment. “ So it ’ s true, then. You ’ re still hung up on that skinny girl that you made a bet over a while ago? ”
“ Yeah, that was a mistake on my part. I was a fucking moron. ”
“ Good luck. By the way, if it doesn ’ t work out with her, you know where to find me. ”
It will work out, Angie, even if I have to do things that I ’ ve never done before to prove my love . I disappear into the kitchen quickly, before my stupidity takes over. There are lots of rumours that are flying on campus. People are placing bets on the next girl that is going to be my fuck buddy. Sooner or later they ’ ll realise that it ’ s going to be all about India, not all about me. I ’ ve been there and done that.
My thoughts are shortly interrupted by Alan, who is mixing tequila with some other spirit. His brother is by the door, wrestling with someone. I ’ m the first one who has a chance to try his new drink. I can ’ t say no. The cocktail tastes like shit, but at the end of the day, I ’ m here to have fun, and if girls are off-limits, there is always alcohol. Alan turns up the music and I keep having shots of vodka. My mood is getting better, and people are staring at me. Girls are trying, but I stand by the window and keep watching everyone. Dora is dancing with Jacob. She looks wasted. And India, well, she is nowhere to be seen.
The music is good, the drinks keep coming, and the company doesn ’ t disappoint. So the time passes
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