Page 136 of Devoured

“That’s it,” I said. “Just that. Tops-optional.”

“It’s a little lazy, honestly.”

I laughed.

“But I love it.”

“We figured you would,” Mason said. “That’s why we convinced everyone to move the party up to tonight. It’s usually later in the semester.”

“I knew you loved me.”

Mason rolled his eyes.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I see my hot artist from earlier, and she looks like she desperately needs to be motorboated.” He tossed the sword at me and walked into our house library.

“He’s definitely going to fuck this up,” Mason said. “Let’s watch.”

I laughed. “She already gave him head though.” But we followed Rob into the library anyway. It was dark in here tonight and my final club brothers had removed most of the furniture. All that remained was one very heavy wooden desk, floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves, a ton of books, and a number of old marble busts.

Rob was talking to a brunette who most definitely wasn’t the artist from earlier. But he still immediately motorboated her. And she surprisingly didn’t slap him.

“That’s not the same girl, right?” Matt asked and cocked his head to the side. “Her tits look way bigger.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely not the same girl,” Mason said.

“Um, why are you guys completed naked?” one of my final club brothers asked. “It’s just tops, guys.”

“Watch and learn,” Mason said and patted his back. He walked up ass naked to one of the topless girls. She stared down at his dick, smiled, and then looked back up at him. He was making out with her in less than 30 seconds. And in less than a minute he had her back slammed against one of the bookshelves, her legs around his waist.

My final club brother shrugged and walked off.

“I still prefer pants,” Matt said. He grabbed the bag off the ground that we had somehow managed to get back here safely. He pulled on his boxers, jeans, and shoes. I did the same.

The silence stretched awkwardly between us.

I cleared my throat. “Hey, if you want to talk about what happened with…”

“Nope,” Matt said and downed the rest of his drink. “Let’s just have fun, okay?” He gave me a forced smile and then walked away from me. Like he’d have more fun as far away from me as possible.

I sighed and leaned against the wall. Mason was still making out with the same girl. But Rob had already moved on to someone new again. Another brunette. Maybe he was making a run of it or something? Motorboating as many girls as possible? It didn’t sound like a bad plan. But for some reason I didn’t join in.

Instead, I pulled out my phone. I wasn’t even sure why. Everyone who’d text me was here at this party.

I used to look forward to talking to Rachel or maybe even seeing her on the weekends. But that wasn’t going to be happening anymore. I slid my phone back into my pocket and took a deep breath.

And I wasn’t sure why, but instead of hitting on other girls and hanging out with my friends, I just stood there drinking alone. I walked over to one of the old marble busts on display. The library was filled with them, highlighting famous and successful Gryphon Club members. When I first joined, I didn’t really care much about them. But now? Maybe that’s what I wanted. To be famous. Or at least successful. To be immortalized here as a bust.Bust.I laughed.

Originally I saw Rachel as my ticket out of living like this. Or…she was supposed to be. I didn’t need all…this. But she’d wanted it. My parents wanted it for me. All my friends wanted it.

I’d just wanted to be able to breathe a little easier.

Somewhere quieter. Where the people were nicer. I lit another blunt and took a deep inhale.

I closed my eyes, picturing a smiling face from my past. And all I could think about was the fact that I’d rather be in Delaware. I opened my eyes and shook the thought away. What the fuck was in Delaware?

I downed my drink and stared at the bust. Maybe focusing on being one of these would help me in some way. Give me purpose again. Or not. I was fucking high after all. I shook my head and walked over to Rob who was currently making out with yet another brunette.

“What are you doing?” I said when he finally came up for air and headed to get another drink. He’d found his pants again, but was still carrying around his sword. Or…more like using it as a walking cane. It worked somehow.

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