Evangeline Carter wants nothing more than to make it through her final year of college in one piece figuratively and literally. With a messy ending to her long-term relationship, the task of getting over him deems harder than she thought it would be...
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"Fuck"
I say, rubbing my forehead as an intense throbbing shoots against the base of my skull, immediately recognizing the effects of the massive hangover I'm sporting.
I haven't had a hangover like this since freshman year of college, and I could've swore I didn't drink that much—okay I'm lying—cause I know for a fact that I was throwing those beers and cups of jungle juice back like it was fucking water.
A subtle movement of a teasing hand runs down my chest, to the lining of the sheets draped across my waist before disappearing underneath. Damn. There's a lot I don't remember or rather not adding up from last night, but one things for fucking sure is Amber was a fun time. The feel of faint kisses and sucking on my neck is making my dick all but well aware. Shit, but as much as I would love another go, that's only going to lead to frustrations and confusions.
Time to abort mission.
Letting out a slight groan, the tenseness of my muscles are tight for sure from last night's antics, serves as a delightful reminder of the sex. Grabbing the disregarded boxer briefs on my bedroom floor, I throw them on quickly. As she releases a groan of protest, causing her hands to fall off me.
"Jaxson what are you doing, lay back down?" She sighs her hair is tousled, and messy giving me an eyeful as she leans back on her elbows.
I really don't need this right now.
"Hey, Listen" I start, needing to get this over with quickly. "Look, last night was—" Amber lets out a dark laugh, holding up her hand stopping me. "Don't even bother, especially if it's the "one-time speech" I've heard it way too many times" she says, throwing the covers off her naked body. "You athletes are all the same," she says pulling her panties up, before finding her dress and pulling it over her head "Stupid fucking assholes" she finishes. Grabbing her phone and slamming my bedroom door. Goddamn.
Throwing on a pair of grey sweatpants, I stander out into the hallway heading into the living room. Where the sounds of game music are playing out loud, and a passed out Tre & Keg who were in the middle of a call of duty game are on the couch. Bypassing them, I find Reese in the kitchen perched upon the counter with a bowl of yogurt in hand, "Your friend left, and someone was upset?" Reese boasts a sly smirk on his face, as he takes another bite of his yogurt.
"Aren't they all?" I say with a smug grin, as Reese rolls his eyes.
Opening the fridge, immediately looking for something cold and I grab the orange juice downing the rest of it in a cup, throwing the empty carton away.
An audible sound enters the kitchen, as I turn to see Nate who looks like he had just as an eventful night as me, maybe better. "What the hell happened to you?" Reese says, as he heads to the cabinet, and grabs a bowl filling it with milk then cereal. Sitting it on the counter with a shit-eating grin on his face.
