Page 17 of The Late Hit
Whataburger it is.
An hour later, both of us are stuffed from our meal and pulling into the garage of my house. I’m surprised I was able to get into the driveway with the crowd that’s gathered. People are spilling from the house, taking residence in our yard and surrounding yards.
As I’m opening my car door, Brynn grabs my arm before I’m able to climb out. “I didn't get a chance to tell you earlier, thanks to the shit show in the hallway, but I’m so proud of you Quinton. Great game tonight.” She leans over the center console, giving me a very awkward hug and kiss on the cheek.
It might have been an awkward angle, but I’ll take it. There’s nothing I love more than this girl. She’s my best friend. She makes me happy, makes me laugh, and drives me absolutely crazy. I hate that her night was ruined by comments that don’t fit her.
Flinging open her door, she jumps out, taking off running toward the garage door, yelling, “Last one inside has to take a shot.”
My lips turn up in a smile, and my Brynn is back to herself.
Letting her win, I enter the door as cheers erupt from the partygoers. The DJ flips the track to “Mo Bamba,”and I see Brynn standing next to the kitchen counter, surrounded by Chloe, Macy, Cody, Riggsby, and a few others, with a shot glass in her hand.
This girl is going to be the death of me.
Cody pours everyone else a shot of tequila -Lord help us all.
Raising our glasses, Cody starts chanting “E-A-G L-E-S” while the rest of us chant “Eagles! Eagles! Eagles!” and down our shot.
The night is a blur. Girls are all over me, drinks are flowing, colored lights flash around us, and the party is wild. I lost sight of Brynn and her friends a while ago. I’m surprised I’m still standing. Well, I guess I’m leaning against the wall, but I’m still upright, so that still counts.
The dance floor is packed with sweaty bodies gyrating against each other. Glancing around, I see a few of the guys. Meeting each of their gazes, we tilt our heads in a bro nod.
“Q,” one of the girls, Keisha, I think is her name, whines in my ear. She’s one of the girls that’s nestled up to my side. “Asia and I want to know if you’re ready to go up to your room…maybe do some celebrating together?”
She looks up at me with pouty eyes and a seductive smirk. Her friend inches closer.
Glancing around, I spot Brynn and Will grinding against each other on the dance floor. Internally, I roll my eyes. They have the most fucked up relationship, friendship, whatever you want to call it, but Brynn’s a big girl.
Wrapping my other arm around the second girl, I lead them both over to the stairs. As soon as we make it up to my room, both girls start exploring my body.
Tonight, I’m going to celebrate with these lovely ladies.
Thenextcoupleofweeks seem to fly by. October is officially here. Classes are starting to get busier, homework is starting to pile up, and I’m finding myself in the library a lot more than normal.
After the first home game, the next three games have been away, which means I’ve barely seen any of the guys from the football team, including Quinton.
Am I avoiding him? I wouldn’t say yes but I wouldn’t say no.
Rumors circulated that he had quite the threesome during the first game celebrations. While I’m far from a prude, obviously—Tiffani and Mrs. Boyd calling me a whore ring any bells? —Q having a threesome shocked the hell out of me.
I don’t even know why.
Maybe because he just fucking dropped me at the party and disappeared. One minute I'm dancing on the dance floor, the next minute Will's hands are gripping my hips as he sidles behind me, pulling me closer for a dance. The whole time we were dancing, he admitted that he had Tiffani waiting on him to make me jealous. Will isn't happy with our ‘friends with benefits’ situation and wants to take things to the next step.
Why? Why do people have to change a good thing?
By the time Will and I were finished with our conversation, Q had disappeared. Which is ridiculous for me to be upset about. I’m a big girl, for god’s sake. I don’t need Quinton by my side the whole damn night.
Ugh, why am I being so dramatic?
Is my period coming?
Yeah, now that I think about it, that bitch Flo is about to make her appearance.
But also,don’t ever be late Flo, please and thank you!
Studying has never been an issue for me. Surprisingly, I get good grades. I enjoy school, and I enjoy writing papers. There’s just something so calming about sitting down with my AirPods, lighting a candle, drinking endless amounts of coffee, and letting words fly from my fingers.
