"I still think you should wear a dress and heels. Definitely heels, this is our first college party!" Ali tried to insist while openly judging my outfit choice.
I looked into the full length mirror, taking in my black denim shorts and white lace top, paired with low converse sneakers, casual but cute. The shorts made my already long legs look even longer, I didn't need heels too.
"I'm still taller than both of you when you wear heels, I don't need to stand out like the freaky tall girl, we all watched that movie right?" I reasoned.
I left my blonde hair down, with a slight wave and put on a small amount of make up. I certainly looked under dressed compared to Ali who had chosen a black bodycon dresses and heels. Her Latina curves highlighted by the tight dress. She was 5 foot 5 of perfection. She had curves in all the right places, but was still slim. Her thick brown hair curled and brown eyes highlighted by her amazing make up skills. Honestly, she would fit right in with the Kardashians. Sometimes she can be just as dramatic too.
Harper was somewhere in between, she was wearing a cute skater style dress with a tight bodice, flowy skirt that reached mid thigh and strappy sandals with a wedge heel. The dress was white with little blue flowers that along with her make up made her bright blue eyes even brighter. I actually didn't believe that was possible until I witnessed it.
"Plus, I'm going for the fun experience, absolutely not looking to hook up at all, so who cares what I'm wearing!" I said, rounding out my argument.
"You could wear a sack and you're still hot anyway. You might not be looking to hook up, but I can guarantee you will still catch plenty of attention, especially with your boobs in that top," Harper said casually while applying her lip balm.
"My boobs!" I exclaimed, my eyes bulging as I returned to the mirror. "Is it too much cleavage? Do I look skanky?"
"No! That's not what I meant. You look great, it show's off what you have but not at all in a skanky way, I just mean it's sort of a tease, you will have guys lining up to see more. Sorry, it's just the curse of being hot," Harper shrugged, not at all sorry.
"Well, I'm more than happy to hook up. Maybe I can bring someone back to my room and scare my roommate into moving out," Ali said, like she was already concocting this plan in her head.
"She can't be that bad!" I rolled my eyes, "Come on, let's go," I pulled both girls away from the mirror and out of the room, grabbing my small bag, making sure my room key and phone were inside.
We walked across campus, trusting Harper's directions. The walk was only about 5 minutes and already we could hear music pumping, letting us know that we were getting close.
"How did you know about this party anyway? You literally just got here like us too," I questioned.
"Ahh, I guess I know a few guys on the basketball team," she replied, but I felt like she was hiding something, Ali must have thought so too.
"You know a few, like you are dating one? Sleeping with one?" Ali questioned suspiciously.
Harper laughed, like really laughed. "God no! That, well that would be awkward and gross. You will see soon enough."
We dropped the topic as we were now out the front of the house. It was an old brown manor type house. From the front there was a short staircase leading up to the house, a small terrace wrapping around the front. You could see 8 sets of windows on the top story, which I assumed were bedrooms belonging to the players who lived here. The house was incredibly symmetrical and aesthetically pleasing. What was less pleasing was the bodies of drunks that were already sprawled across the front lawn, the red cups littered everywhere and apparently even the beautiful oak tree out the front had been tee-peed.
We looked at each other after taking in the site before us, all looking slightly apprehensive about the party that awaited us inside. So far this whole thing seemed so very cliche of every college party we had seen on TV.
Ali shrugged her shoulders and took the lead into the house, stepping over a young drunk guy who had clearly gone too hard, way too early. He had no shirt on and someone, or many someone's had taken a permanent marker to... decorate, his body. I took note, never, ever get black out drunk at a college party. That is not a part of the 'college experience' I wish to partake in.
There were people everywhere. Couples making out by the staircase, people dancing, through the lounge and into the dining area that we could see led to the kitchen there was beer pong set up. The inside of the house was renovated and much more modern than it appeared from the outside, with the entire living space totally open plan. The kitchen had a giant, and I mean giant island bench and two massive fridges. I guess they really were accommodating for the athletes that lived here.
We made our way to the kitchen, as for tonight the island was a makeshift bar. Ali got straight to the alcohol, making the three of us vodka lemonade drinks. As she did that I looked around and could instantly spot the basketballers playing beer pong, naturally, or maybe unnaturally they were all extremely tall and very built humans. I mean, I was pretty tall, but these guys are practically super human.
"Harper! You made it, and you brought friends... hot friends," one of said basketballers called out as he walked over to us, not even subtly scanning his eyes over Ali and then me. A cocky smirk landing on his face.
I took in his appearance. He was tall, as a basketballer should be, but not as tall as his teammates, 6 foot 3 at the most, he wore dark fitted denim jeans and a white shirt with the long sleeves folded up to his elbow. The shirt was tight enough to show off that he was clearly fit, but otherwise fit him perfectly. He had dark hair, just like Harper's, perfect teeth and while incredibly cocky, he had a nice smile. Then I met his eyes, they were bright blue and suddenly familiar.
"Stop looking at my roommate like she's a piece of meat you perve," Harper replied.
"Roommate hey. It's nice to meet you roommate, roommates friend too I presume?" He said.
"This is Morgan and Alianna, but call her Ali. Girls, this is my cousin Jonathon Cameron. Sophomore and current vice captain of the team, but only because the captain is a senior," Harper introduced and I stupidly realised why his eyes were so familiar.
"Please don't call me Jonathon ladies, it's Joey. Harper here knows that, but insists on using my full name. I would offer to get you a drink, but you seem to have sorted yourselves out already. Please if there is anything else I can help with, more drinks, my phone number, a bed to sleep in, or not just sleep, please don't hesitate to find me," he said, winking at me.
Yes. He winked at me. This guy I literally just met, who is cousins with my roommate and new friend just propositioned me.
"So kind of you, Joey. I'll be sure to remember those offers of help if I slip into an ultimate universe, one where sleazy basketballers are totally my type and I'm suddenly the sort of girl to jump into bed with the first guy who offers," I scoffed at him while Harper held back a laugh.
"You'll come crawling to me eventually. There's something about you, I can tell. Enjoy the night ladies," he grinned as he turned to go back to his friends.
"Harper, your cousin is a douchebag. I'm incredibly sorry for you that you are related to him," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder to emphasise the pity I felt.
"He's an incredibly hot douche though, and honey, he is totally your type," Ali said to me.
"He is so not my type," I scoffed again.
Alas, Ali was right though, he was exactly my type. I just refused to admit it out loud to them.
I was always attracted to the hot, cocky, tall and buff basketball players. They had proven to be my weakness. I was determined to change that though. I was in college now. New town, new school, new me and new taste in men. Even if I couldn't help but glance over at Joey every now and then.
"Let's dance, we came here to have a good time!" I encouraged the girls and they happily obliged.
For the next hour we danced. We tried to keep to ourselves, or at least Harper and I did, but as these parties tend to go, there's always a couple of drunk guys who think that grinding up against us is exactly what we want. We pushed a few away, each time I couldn't help but look towards Joey and his friends, and each time I did, he was watching us. When we would push a guy away I would look over and his eyes showed anger, however if I looked and he caught me, those eyes were full of amusement, cockiness, knowing that he had caught me.
"Morgan, want to get a drink? I'm totally parched, it looks like we lost Ali too," Harper asked.
I took a quick sweep of the room, seeing Ali in the corner making out with someone.
"Yeah, let's go," I replied, taking her hand and making our way to the kitchen.
Once we got there I immediately started pouring us another vodka lemonade, deciding to go a little heavier on the vodka. From the other side of the bench a few girls were making some sort of fancy shots. They saw us and offered us some too. Not one to be rude, we accepted. They were delicious and sweet and didn't taste like they had much alcohol in them at all, before we knew it, our new found friends and us had drunk another 3 shots. I finally felt myself letting loose.
"Harper! I heard you were here. Come play beer pong!" A very drunk guy, obviously another basketballer judging by his height, slurred as he slung his arm around Harper's shoulder.
"Ryan! Omg so good to see you again. Meet my roommate, Morgan. Morgan this is Ryan Peters, Joey's best friend since elementary!" Harper introduced us.
"Mmm, I might have heard about your fiesty, hot roommate already Harps. She made quite the impression on our boy. Now come, the beer pong table has your name written all over it," he said, dragging her away and she grabbed my hand to pull me along too.
We got to the table where Joey stood, watching amused, surrounded by other guys who I assumed are more teammates.
"Alright Harps, it's Joey and me versus you and roomie," Ryan commands.
I step up to the table, raising my eyebrow at the challenge. Joey smirks at me. Ryan looks too drunk to play and Harper elbows me, muttering about how it's game on. Another guy beside us explains the house rules.
"Eyes to decide who goes first. Roomie and Joey, you first," the guy who I think was called Ethan instructed.
We each took a ball, looking each other in the eyes, getting ready to shoot. As we each prepare to launch the ball, I decide the best way to put him off is slander.
"Aren't you kind of short compared to the rest of your team?" I question while staring him directly in the eyes, trying not to focus on the bright blue colour.
It worked. We both shot and my ball landed in a cup, while his hit the rim and missed. He just smirked at me as Harper cheered.
"Roomie, your up first then," Ethan, the unofficial referee stated.
I grinned, preparing to take my first shot.
"I might be shorter, but I'm fast, agile, and my hands work magic. Not just on the court, maybe I can show you later just how good they are," he winked at me, again.
I missed. A round of ooo's went up around us, not sure if it was because of my miss or Joey's comments.
We lost the game, and the tasty shots that were obviously stronger than they let on had hit my bloodstream, plus the 5 beers each that Harper and I had to drink, it was fair to say we were drunk. Passed drunk. We were giggling like little schoolgirls. The last thing I remember is music pumping, dancing on a table and a certain set of bright blue eyes.