Walking through the lawn, I see alot of drunk students. Some high on weed too and others smoking. Entering inside, I scan the room, there's a table with students gathering playing beer pong. Some are dancing or should I say grinding in the corner, some making out.
"Get a room people! This isn't a porn show you know, jeez!" I shout seeing a guy trying miserably to take the top of a girl. From the looks of it, both are drunk too.
Tamara snickers by my side and I turn laughing slightly,
"Drink?" I direct my question to her.
"Yep!" She says and we both make our way to the bar. On reaching the bar, we take a seat and call the girl attention.
"Hey! Can I get vodka, and..." I trail and turn towards Tamara slightly asking what she would like. "Whiskey," she answers with a grin. "Nice! And whiskey," I say turning back to the bartender.
Suddenly she turns. "Cassie?" I say shocked.
She smiles slightly, "Hey Luce."
"Don't! Just don't call me that!" I growl, "you lost that right the moment you went with Natasha. After everything we've been through, when I needed you the most, you vanished."
Cassie bows her head low, "I'm sorry luce- lucy. I'm so sorry. I had to! She blackmailed me! There was nothing I could do," she explained.
"Whatever! It's a little late now so we'll just have our drinks. I need to drown this conversation out of my system," I say albeit nonchalantly
I turn to Tamara who eyes me skeptically drumming her hands on the table top.
"Not gonna say anything?" I ask.
She shrugs, "it ain't my place. But I think you should listen to her. We both know what Natasha's capable of, and blackmail is on that list. She may be stuck with her and she's looking for a way out. Just give her a chance, I mean what have you got to lose?" She shrugged.
What the fuck happened to it 'ain't my place?'
Cassie places the drinks on the counter, I gulp down mine immediately.
"Thanks," Tamara says and I shove her leg which makes her glare at me. I smile sweetly back at her and she shakes her head.
The music comes up and a lot of people crowd the bar so we head out to the living room. As we settle on the couch, I scan the room sipping my drink till my eyes meets Cole fucking Danvers.
Shit! What is he doing here? Oh- right! This party is in his honour. Fucking Natasha. Fucking Cole.
I take a sip of drink again. My third bottle to be precise.
"Hey Mar?" I shout because the music is too loud.
"Yeah?"
"Is that really your place? You know where you stay?" I ask, the bottle hiding my face which is full of concern.
"Huh? What? Oh-"she laughs, "oh no-no! I went to see someone in that area", then mutters, "A friend if I may."
"Oh! So you're not poor?" I ask bluntly.
She looks surprised, "would it have mattered?"
"No! Not really!" I shrug. Anyone that stands up to that bitch Natasha is in my good book. I'm not one to look at your status.
"Good!"
The DJ starts to play a fast beat that I like so I move my head and legs to it. Suddenly I'm pulled up by a laughing Tamara. "Come-on, let's dance."
"Yeah, no thanks! I think I'll pass on this one." I don't do dance.
"Come on," she drags me into the crowd and starts dancing. I just stand looking at her in a bored way. Soon she starts dancing around me.
"Oh God!" I groan, then place my two hands on her shoulder holding her steady, "Okay, how about you keep on dancing while I go refill our drinks. Okay? Good!" I didn't wait for her to respond, I just walked away heading straight to the bar.
Thankfully Cassie's gone too. I heave a sigh of relief then put the bottle to my lips with head tilted back and take a large gulp.
"Well, well! If it isn't Blondie locks," is the next thing I hear before I start chocking on my drink.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" He said with widened eyes.
"Dammit! Seriously!" I say still fighting with breathing well. "Why do I always have a hazard when you're around?" I growl and glare at him.
I can't believe it. Universe, what kind of trick is this? If it's some kind of joke, It's not funny by the way! Of all the people, it had to be him. . . Cole fucking Danvers! Ugghhh!
He smirks, "so you've been thinking of me, just like I knew you would!" He sings in the worst voice ever.
"Okay! First of all- never, ever, do that again. I beg of you. And second of all- not on your life. I'd rather think of a hundred disgusting things like, ohh I don't know dogs mating, than you. You are the last thing I'd ever think about." I scoffed.
"Ahh, but you still think of me. Because you said just now and I quote, 'you are the last thing I'd ever think about'. He smirks.
"How much have you had to drink?" I ask brows raised.
"Not much, why?"
"I think your drink might have gone straight to your brain. Idiot!"
"You wound me Blondie" he places a hand over his chest a smile playing on his lips. "So are you gonna tell me your name. . . or am I gonna have to call you Blondie for the rest of your life?"
I scoff, "what makes you think you've earned the right to know my name?"
He laughs. "Ohh, I like me a challenge!" He said with twinkling eyes while rubbing his hands together maliciously.
I roll my eyes at him.
"Okay, let's have a competition". He says. I raise a brow. He scans the room and his eyes land on the beer pong table. He smirks and turns to me grinning.
"No! It's not happening! You have got to be kidding me," I say when I notice what be has planned.
"Come on. . . Love," he smirks knowing how much I hate it when he calls me that.
I growl, like a real, animalistic growl. Looks like that's what I've been doing since I entered this house. Great! Something that Natasha has done finally has a good use after all! This party could turn you into an animal, isn't that nice?
"How many times have I told you not to call me love. Listen and listen carefully," I say inching forward so our faces are a little bit closer, "I am not and will never be your love. Got it! Now I'm sure other girls are dying to get your attention and to be your so called fucking love, go for them and leave me the hell alone!" I lean back to my normal position and finish my drink.
He just stares at me, an elbow on the counter with a palm on his cheek. Then he smirks, "Feisty! Me likey."
"Yeah? Then you stupid!" I snap annoyed. He laughs, his blonde curls shifting with every move.
