Sea Green Eyes

CHAPTER 1

Sea Green Eyes

•••SKYLAR•••

The loud thump of a chart topping song from the speakers vibrated through the crowded living area. The air was thick with sweat from the bodies grinding to the electropop song.

I felt like puking. I absolutely hated frat parties. It made me cringe when I got hit on by horny assholes in varsity jackets who believe they are gods. My roomie, April, had dragged me here, calling it an intervention.

"Sky, college is not all about studying, you know," she had said one Saturday afternoon when she saw me in my room, buried in books. I should have listened to my instincts, which had told me how bad this would be.

But no, I had allowed April to force me into the sluttiest outfit she had in her closet: a peach, backless dress with a plunging neckline. How is this a dress? I thought, pulling the hem of the fabric down as I got out of April's car.

"Stop freaking out! You look like a baddie. Seriously, you look sexy." April, in a rhinestone cowl neck halter crop top and matching skirt, complimented me.

"I look like a hooker," I whispered in panic.

"This is what I have been saying. You need to have the whole college experience. This is what most girls wear to parties," April replied.

I heard people giggling and turned to see two tipsy blondes in skimpy dresses trying to walk in a straight line to a pink Porsche. "See?" April pointed to the girls before returning to me.

As a soon to be cum laude, I was used to stressful situations. I could do this. Taking a deep breath. "Let's go," I said.

In under seven minutes, inside the party, April ditched me after forcing a cocktail in my hands, running off to meet Chris, her new boyfriend, who was with his gang of friends by the pool, playing poker. Great.

Strolling into the kitchen, packed with girls in tempting clothes, a six foot something guy with a purple undercut, holding a red plastic cup, stumbled into me.

"Hey, watch it, asshole," I spat angrily as my green, funky smelling cocktail laced with heaven knows what spilled on the floor. The drunk idiot continued stumbling on.

Rubbing the part of my arm that was now red from the impact, I followed the piece of shit to tell him off. Then I saw Liam Westbrook.

The picture of everything I couldn't stand, loud, cocky, and used to getting his way. The king of college football, the projected number one pick. I held his gaze, refusing to be the first to look away.

Mr. Heartthrob was watching me like I was a puzzle in the creepiest way, which made me turn back to finding the purple fool who ran into me.

"What is your deal?" His voice's husky tone sent goosebumps all over my skin, the same that had probably whispered sweet nonsense to more than a hundred girls.

Turning around, I met his gaze. Up close, he was even more ridiculous, a cut jawline, sea green eyes, and a deadly smile.

"No deal," I said calmly.

He tilted his head. "Why aren't you trying to impress me?"

"I hate to break it to you, Westbrook. I didn't know you would be here," I replied.

"So you are saying nobody told you the king would be at this party?"

"Yep."

"Well, lucky you, hottie, because you got my attention," he said with a sexy smirk. The obvious cockiness made me roll my eyes. I had to admit, his shameless manwhoring was good.

A part of me couldn't believe the Liam Westbrook was flirting with me, thinking I was one of those thirsty girls fighting over him. In that moment, I wished I was on my bed, reviewing my paper due by 8 a.m. tomorrow.

"I'm pretty sure that extremely cheesy line has worked on others, as hard as this must be for you to believe, you are not exactly my type," I answered, walking off to meet April who was tweaking by the poolside.