Chapter 9

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"You wanna come to a party with me tonight?" Seth asks.

Kelis left the Caf because Cali called her with a roommate emergency. Apparently something bad happened in their suite and she didn't want to tell her over the phone. Kelis said she probably caught their microwave on fire again. Seth and I are the only ones left at the table, sharing a plate of delicious loaded fries covered in cheese and bacon.

I wrinkle my nose at the thought of another party."Ugh, god no! I still partially have a hangover."

"You know what they say. There's two ways to cure a hangover— eat greasy foods or keep drinking." Seth ticks each option off his fingers.

I laugh. Yeah, don't think so buddy. I don't even remember most of last night and I'd like to remember at least most of my college experience once I'm older.

A pout pulls at his bottom lip making him look one hundred percent adorable. "Please! It's not a boring frat party. No primes or douche bags in designer polo's." He flashes me a heart stopping smile showing his dimples off and wiggling his eyebrows. "Nixon will be there."

I groan. "Then definitely count me out!"

He's the last reason I'd ever attend a party.

"Dude."He whines.

I arch an eyebrow at him. "Did you just dude me?"

He nods.

I already know I'm going to give in. It's not like I have anything else to do and I don't have to get drunk just because it's a party.

"Fine." I sigh.

He fist pumps in victory. "Yes!"

"How did you know Nixon would be there anyway?" I ask out of curiosity.

Seth winces, his adroable smile turning down into a frown. "Fuck, you can't tell Kelis but it's the only place he goes to party. If she knew she would be there every time she was looking for him and he would be pissed I told."

I squirm in my seat. Sure I haven't known Kelis very long but it feels like we've been friends since forever and I understand her being worried about her brother when I question what my sibling does on this campus all the time. It feels wrong not to tell her especially since she's constantly worrying about him drinking and partying too much.

I sigh. "I don't really like keeping things from her."

"Me either, but Nix is my boy and you can just pretend I never told you that he would be there."

I bite my lip and nod warily. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

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