“What is it?” I ask.
Audrey shrugs as she takes a drink. “Wapatui.”
“Wawa what?”
“Whop-ah-too-ee. Wapatui or jungle juice, as the guys call it. It’s a mix of alcohol and punch with chunks of fruit thrown in to add flavor. It’s fantastic. And,” she points over to where there’s a line of large containers, “every one of those containers is filled with the stuff. I’ll warn you, don’t drink too much of it too fast. It’ll knock you on your ass,” she informs me.
I nod. “Good to know.” I take a sip. Yum. I take another sip, but bigger.
“Be careful,” Audrey sing-songs. “It tastes like punch but…”
“Okay.” I need to take it easy. I don’t want to get trashed at a party where I barely know anyone. I recognize a few people I’ve met through Audrey and Isla, but having only been here a couple of weeks, I haven’t met many at all. I guess I could blame that on myself, but I really do enjoy my seclusion and privacy.
“Uh-oh,” Isla murmurs.
“What?” I ask.
“Here they come.”
Oh great. Just great.
“Fighting is going to happen, and I won’t be around when it does,” I tell them.
“It won’t happen until later. You know, until they’re half-drunk and feeling brave,” Isla reminds me.
“I remember.” Lord, how I remember.
Isla giggles. “It’s only going to be worse now that the jocks are back.”
“That it is,” Audrey tells me with a swoony sigh. “But look at them. Tall. Muscular. Mmm.”
“What about Brent?” I ask.
“Who?” Audrey asks with a laugh.
I snicker along with her. Show that girl muscular hotties and she forgets her own zip code—they are hot. Oh my. These aren’t boys. These are boys in the bodies of men. Holy… wow.
“You might want to close your mouth before you get sand in there,” Isla teases.
“These… they don’t grow ‘em like this back home. They’re all so… big and pretty.”
“Extremely hot and sexy is what you’re looking for,” Audrey informs me.
I just nod, my mouth hanging open again. I quickly close it. These are the types of guys I avoid at all costs. The type that will break your heart. The type that don’t do exclusive or relationships. The type that prefer one-night stands and quick bangs instead of anything meaningful—and I’m a meaningful girl.
I hand Audrey my empty cup and she lifts a brow. I just shrug then she goes to get me more.
Maybe tonight I can be one of those girls who doesn’t need ‘meaningful’. I shake off the thought. These guys are like the asshole hero in the book. Tempting, but oh-so-wrong for me. I shake my head again to clear it. Definitely wrong for me.
