I’ve become jaded over the years. Something that’s hard at the ripe old age of twenty-two. Everyone always had an agenda. And with who my dad is, I got a lot of fuck boys wanting to date me. They thought because I’m the daughter of Denver’s Hall of Fame quarterback Alex Young that I’d get them an introduction. One too many times made me decide to stay single.
It would take a lot for me to start dating someone, and Harper is well aware of this.
“Time to get our party on!” Harper shouts.
People are crowded on the front porch of the house, red Solo cups in hand as we head inside. With the hockey team being SDU’s most popular team, their parties are always the place to be.
If, you know, that’s your thing.
Which it’s not mine.
I don’t like hockey players and it’s about as good as walking into the lion’s den for me.
A wall of sound slams into us as we walk inside, causing me to wince. The house is packed with wall-to-wall people. Beat-up pieces of furniture line one wall with old hockey posters hanging above them. SDU Sand Shark banners hang between Christmas lights from the ceiling. It looks like every college house you can imagine.
“I’ll grab us some drinks,” Harper yells in my ear over the music.
I nod and squeeze through the crush of people. Bodies are sticky with sweat, grinding against one another. I recognize a few people, waving at them as I try to find a quiet spot in all the madness.
Before I know what’s happening, someone grabs my wrist and pulls me into them.
“Hey there, sexy. Looking for me?” The smarmy voice sends goose bumps over my skin.
“Not a chance in hell.”
“You sure? I know you’ve been dreaming about me.” I spin in this person’s arms, his hands dropping low on my ass.
Brown eyes are glazed over, and his breath reeks of tequila.
This right here is why I hate college parties. It’s fun going out with Harper and our friends, but guys like this one make it unbearable.
“I haven’t thought about you at all, actually.” I shove his hands off me.
“Oh, come on now. Don’t be like that.”
“I’ll be however I want. I didn’t ask for you to come on to me.”
“God, what a bitch.”
“Excuse me?” That gets a rise out of me.
I can handle a drunk college boy. My dads made me take self-defense before college for safety reasons. I’ve never had to use those skills before.
Right now? Right now, I’m veering dangerously close to kicking this guy in the balls.
He wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me back in to him. “Think you’re better than everyone? Can just shake those hips and drive every guy in here crazy and get away with it?”
“Get. Off. Me.” My voice is deathly calm as I dig my elbow into his side to get him off me.
His eyes tighten in anger.
“Ohh. I like a girl that can play rough.”
I’m ready to thrust my knee into his balls, but someone comes out of nowhere and grabs him by the shirt collar.
“She said no.”
Troy.
