A rainy night, at the frat house
Marissa tied her wind-tossed hair back and sighed as she walked alone on her way home from work. Flower, her usual walking companion, was absent today, and Marissa couldn't help but miss their chats that made the walk home so enjoyable. It had been difficult to find a cab, so she had to make the long trek on foot.
As Marrissa glanced to the side, she noticed Erickson and the girl he had taken to the restaurant earlier standing beside a shop, presumably buying something before heading to his car. They both got into the car, and it swiftly drove away.
Marissa felt a pang in her chest. Just then, a car suddenly pulled up in front of her.
"Hello," came a voice she recognized.
Looking up, Marissa was surprised to see Dawson. How had he managed to get a car so suddenly?
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FRAT HOUSE
The frat house served as the campus clubhouse where a different student would volunteer to host a party every night.
Tonight, it was Leroy's turn to host, and as the girls arrived on their bikes, the air was already filled with the lively beats of electronic pop music.
They had all changed into clingy dresses for the occasion.
Excited screams filled the air as the girls, including Honey Bell, made their grand entrance.
"The dolls are here!"
Tifana quickly spotted Godiver, who was sitting in a corner with Jackson, surrounded by smoke from Jackson's weed.
Pouting, Tifana bit her lip. She had a crush on Godiver but was too shy to approach him. His cold attitude towards girls made her afraid of rejection, so she decided to hide her true feelings for now.
Julienne rushed to the dance floor and started dancing, while Honey Bell found a chair and sat quietly, observing everyone.
Not in the mood to dance, she simply sipped on her glass of wine, taking in the lively atmosphere.
Julienne grabbed a bottle of champagne and enthusiastically popped it open. She then proceeded to pour it directly into Tifana' s mouth, who had joined her on the dance floor.
"Yeahhh!!!'' Tifana shouted, throwing her hair back as she danced wildly.
Meanwhile, Julienne felt a presence behind her—a guy, obviously.
Without even looking, she began dancing with him, and he grabbed hold of her hips. But as the scent of his cologne reached her nose, she turned quickly, her eyes widening in surprise.
Daniel! Her ex-boyfriend.
Without a word, she turned and swiftly made her way out of the crowd, with Daniel rushing after her.
Meanwhile, Nancy sauntered over to the corner where Jackson was smoking.
She sat on his lap and started grinding against him.
Jackson took a puff of his weed and blew smoke in her face before slipping his hand into her blouse, fondling her breasts.
"You have a mansion in hell,'' Leroy laughed, seated beside them.
"And you're the landlord,'' Jackson replied, and they both chuckled, while a girl sat on Leroy's lap.
"I love you,'' Nancy whispered, arms draped around Jackson's neck as she continued her lap dance.
This wasn't the first time she had said those words to him, so he merely smirked and leaned in for a kiss.
Honey Bell had been observing everything from her seat and the moment Jackson kissed Nancy, she stood up, ready to leave. However, someone unexpectedly pulled her back into her seat.
"Celdrick?" Honey Bell exclaimed, surprised to see him.
"Honey," he smiled warmly, and she blinked, processing his presence.
"Why aren't you with your friend?" Honey Bell asked, curious about his sudden appearance.
"I got bored," he replied casually, causing her to sigh before her gaze landed on the bottle of Smirnoff in his hand.
"Interested?" Celdrick offered, pointing the bottle towards her.
Hesitant, she looked at it, uncertain about getting drunk.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you if you do," he assured her, and she took the bottle in her hand without hesitation.
She took a sip, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement, while Celdrick smiled and gently stroked her hair.
"Good girl," he praised, and she took another sip, feeling a newfound sense of ease.
"Cool," he said, admiring her adventurous spirit. It was at that moment that Jackson noticed them from across the room.
A devilish smile appeared on his face as he decided to play a little game. He pushed Nancy away from his lap and stood up, his arm tattoos shining in the vibrant lights, accompanied by a trail of smoke.
"Hey newbie, how about a lap dance for me?" Jackson called out, his eyes fixed on HoneyBell.
"I'm with her, so go back to your corner," Celdrick retorted, defending Honey Bell's company.
"She's not yours, why the attitude?" Jackson taunted, his tone filled with arrogance.
Sensing the brewing tension, Leroy intervened, appearing with two crates of beer, which he dropped onto a nearby table.
"One crate for each guy. The first one to get drunk loses the chance to be with the girl," Leroy proposed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Everybody, it's showtime!" Celtus shouted, rallying the students to gather around.
Honey Bell murmured to herself in confusion, "What's happening?"
The crowd erupted into a chant.
"Jackson McCoy!"
"Celdrick Snyder!"
"Jackson McCoy!"
"Celdrick Snyder!"
The competition was underway, and the students eagerly watched as Jackson and Celdrick grabbed a bottle each from their respective crates.
"Let's get this started," Jackson declared, raising his bottle, and Celdrick took one too.
Whoaaaaaa!!!!!
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Dawson grinned, seeming to understand her curiosity.
"Hop in, so I can give you a ride home," he politely offered.
"No," she bluntly refused.
Dawson's smile persisted, leaving Marissa wondering about his intentions.
"Come on, don't be stubborn. As you can see, it's about to rain," he said warmly.
Marissa looked up, realizing for the first time that the sky was darkening with rain clouds. Panic set in. She didn't want to get sick from walking home in the rain, but she also didn't trust Dawson enough to accept his offer. She didn't even know how he had obtained a car.