A/N: yyyyoooo so I've decided that I might have some inapropro scenes in here, sorry to those of you who don't want it. I haven't had much feedback so I'm going with what I think people would like best? If you feel differently, PLEASE speak up!!! Want to do what the majority opinion wants, and as one user suggested, I could always make a separate book of the smut scenes. PLEASE lmk!!!! Need feedback, guys!
As always, please remember that I am writing this sort of like improv so I am doing it as I go. I have no idea where this is taking me for the most part, so there will likely be plot holes and whatnot. Also, have not been rereading the chapters I've written, so there are likely spelling and grammatical errors as well. Please let me know by commenting if I have any errors because I would really appreciate it. Can make it worth your while with a dedication or something!
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GABBY
"It's the freaking weekend, baby!" Camille squeals, downing vodka bottle number three.
"Alcohog!" Emily hisses, snatching the bottle and taking a swig herself. Then she passes it to me. I take a few swigs, reveling in the burning sensation creeping down my throat.
"What time does the frat party start again, Em?" Camille sways, obviously drunk.
"I think...ten." Emily hiccups. "Maybe eleven?"
"Then why are we pregaming if the party is in like twenty minutes?" I question.
"B-because..." Camille begins. "Because...you know what I mean?"
"No?"
"Y-y-you'll get it."
"Friggin Alcoholic." I murmur after I take another shot. I remember what happened last time I over-drank, with Christopher, but he's long gone. I'm safe now--but just in case, I won't get blackout. Just enough to make me forget about the Hamilton boys.
"Guys, we can't go! We can't drive?"
"My brother's friend is gonna pick us up." Emily smirks. "College parties aren't like high school parties, Gabby. You'll get that soon enough."
"I--what? Okay."
We sit in a circle and pass bottle after bottle for the remainder of the time until we hear a honk come from outside Camille's house.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeee!" Camille squeals, twirling and stumbling her way to the front door.
Emily and Camille sit in the back but there are only four seats in the car so I sit up front next to Emily's brother's friend. I turn to him, and he's very handsome. I look away before he notices me checking him out, but I must swerve my head too fast because I bump it on the window.
"Shit." I murmur.
"You okay?" Stranger asks me.
"I...what?"
"Are you alright?"
"No, I'm Gabrielle. Gabrielle Hampton."
He gives me an odd look and I giggle at my own funny dad joke.
"I was joking." I whisper, but it comes out more like "I wasp poking."
He rolls his eyes before turning to the pretty girls in the back.
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His Guilty Pleasure (FIRST DRAFT)
RomanceGabrielle Hampton has always been a little heavier than her peers--a fact that no one seems to let her forget. Leo Hamilton in particular--having gone as far to coin the nickname "Flabby Gabby." After a steamy summer fling, the dynamic between the t...
