Carter Miller, is a freshman at UNC. Attempting to run away from her small town in New Hampshire with her best friend Tori by her side isn't as easy as she suspected. With family troubles and her own, she has enough trouble already. That is until sh...
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I watch Braden slam another shot down as Carter stands snug between my legs jaw dropped. More people have started to come in and we have a pretty decent party going right now. It's still early and I just know more people will probably show up. Michael and Lacey have been grinding on each other for the past twenty minutes after they had their porno disrupted by a clapping Carter. We didn't even finish a singular game of flip cup after that because everyone was arguing. Lacey was all up in arms about Carter telling them to get a room, which pissed me the fuck off.
"Is he okay?" Carter asks sitting down on my thigh. I shrug my shoulders taking a sip from my beer. Carter has also been slamming down shots from the moment she and Lacey got into it. She is definitely feeling the alcohol but she seems to be quiet tonight.
"He will be, I hope," I mumble into her ear so she can hear. Pop Smoke is blasting through the speakers and while I do enjoy this song I would much rather be talking to Carter. She nods her head looking at Braden sympathetically as he fills up his shot glass with Jack Daniels.
"Are you watching this?" Braden asks pointing the bottle at Lacey and Michael. Carter glances at them but I bring my beer to my lips. We finished the whole jungle juice at the pregame and now we all have moved onto shots with some beer and seltzers.
"I wish I fucking wasn't," I state bitterly. Carter lightly jabs her elbow into my stomach making me shoot her a look. How she can defend her friend like that makes me admire her loyalty and extremely frustrated, all in the same breath.
"Get a room!" Braden yells leaning over the counter. Lacey and Michael both either don't hear him or ignore him because they are still fucking going at it. Braden huffs sitting back down into his own seat.
"I'm sorry, Braden," Carter says ignoring me as I pinch her side. She wiggles in my lap making her short dress ride up. For us trying to have a serious conversation, my brain is taking a route to all types of different places. Braden slams back another shot not even cringing. I sigh reaching over Carter, I wrap an arm around her waist to make sure she doesn't fall. I grab the bottle of Jack Daniels from Braden as he makes a sorry attempt of grabbing it.
"Hey! That's mine!" Braden protests. I bring the bottle to my lips as the burn goes down my throat. I don't actually enjoy Jack Daniels but if Braden needs someone to drink with, he got it.
"I'll take shots with you," I say as Carter whips her head around. She raises her eyebrows at me before realization crosses her face. I offer her the bottle and she takes it from my hand.
"I will too," she says bringing the bottle to her own lips. She throws back a shot and pulls the bottle away from her lips with a sour look on her face. I chuckle at her as she hands Braden the bottle. He is looking in between the two of us skeptically but I hope he is just drunk enough to accept this.
"Can I ask you a question?" Braden says looking at Carter. She still seems like she is trying to recover from the shot reminding me that I should keep an eye on my lightweight tonight. I lightly rub her waist with my thumb as she nods her head at Braden.
