"Hey Blaire, you're back," said Sarah, one of Blaire's friends, as she saw her friend return with a beer in hand to the corner where they were supposed to wait for her, but she only saw one of her friends there.
"Where did Tarah go?" Blaire asked, not seeing her other friend in question, who was also the reason she had ended up at this college party in the first place.
Without saying a single word, Sarah pointed her head in a particular direction, where Blaire could see her friend in the middle of the dance floor exchanging saliva with her new boyfriend, who didn't seem to care about giving a live show at that moment.
Rolling her eyes, Blaire decided to look away while taking a deep sip of her beer.
"You know, for a college party, I expected something more," Sarah couldn't help but say, seeing that the atmosphere was nothing out of the world or as wild as the college parties seen in movies.
"Movies just sell you that idea that college parties are crazy and uncontrollable," Blaire said as her gaze swept across the entire place, which was packed with people and music blasting at full volume.
"You didn't bring me one?" Sarah asked, pointing her finger at the beer bottle in Blaire's hand.
Thinking about how she received the beer and the smug smile of the guy in question, her grip on the bottle tightened.
"Don't even remind me," Blaire said while taking another deep sip of the beer, hoping that would wash the bitter taste out of her mouth.
"What happened?" Sarah asked, her gossipy streak activating as she wanted to understand all the juicy details of what had occurred.
After that, Blaire began to recount how the damn guy handing out the drinks didn't even bother to pay attention to her until suddenly a guy arrived, and with just a signal he had several beers in his hand, and on top of that, he had the nerve to order one for her.
Once she heard everything that happened, Sarah had a serious expression while asking, "Was he cute?" Hearing that, Blaire rolled her eyes at Sarah for the question she had asked her at that moment.
"That's not the point," Blaire said, exasperated. "I am perfectly capable of getting my own drink, I don't need anyone with a knight-in-shining-armor complex helping me," Blaire said, shifting her gaze toward the ceiling, looking to gather what little patience she had left.
"But you must admit it was a nice gesture for him to help you," Sarah told her with a knowing smile while bumping her shoulder against her friend's in a gesture of complicity.
Blaire rolled her eyes at that while finishing the last bit remaining of her beer. "And now I need a new beer," she said while leaving the bottle on one of the tables in the house.
"Maybe your knight in shining armor will come to help you again," Sarah said, putting her hands together and speaking in a dreamy tone with a smile, teasing her friend even more.
Without saying another word, Blaire headed toward the same place as before while Sarah followed her laughing, teasing her friend.
Returning to the Tigers team, they were also having a good time in one wing of the house where they found themselves playing beer pong with some of the Boston University students.
"Plop," was the sound of the ping-pong ball entering one of the cups in front of Wyatt and Laquon, who were teaming up against two of the guys who had attended the party.
"You're on fire, man," Laquon said, excited, already having had a few beers, as he saw Wyatt hit one of the opposing team's cups again.
After one of the guys drank the cup, it was his turn again to throw the ball, which ended up bouncing off one of the cups without going in.
"Tsk," was the click of the tongue that came from the guy upon seeing how his throw had gone wide.
"Focus, man," his partner told him while giving him a hard slap on his back, already being slightly tipsy from the beers he had drunk.
As expected, in the end, Wyatt and Laquon's team ended up defeating the two students, who walked away grumbling words that no one managed to hear over the noise of the music throughout the house.
"Anyone else?" Laquon asked, looking for someone else to challenge, but as soon as his gaze settled on some guys at the party, they immediately looked away, not wanting to be the next victims of that pair.
"Cowards," Laquon couldn't help but mutter upon seeing how he had no competition left, slamming down one of the plastic cups that were left over on their side of the table.
"I think someone has had enough to drink for tonight," Wyatt said, using his hand to push Laquon's hand away before he could take another one of the cups on the table, moving it aside.
The moment the two left the ping-pong table, two other groups immediately took the spots they had left open to resume the game now that those two had abandoned the table.
"Where did everyone else go?" Wyatt asked, seeing how the rest of his teammates with whom he had come to the party had broken off into small groups.
Searching with his gaze, Wyatt immediately saw some of his teammates in the living room chatting with groups of students and others dancing with some of the girls who had attended.
He also managed to see Sammy in a corner, who found himself making out with a girl from the party who wouldn't let go of his face in the slightest.
"Looks like everyone is busy," Wyatt said, watching how everyone had already blended into the party.
"Speaking of blending in," Laquon said as his gaze settled on one of the party attendees, who, feeling a gaze on her, immediately turned around and threw a wink in Laquon's direction.
"If you'll excuse me, friend," he said, then headed straight toward the girl's direction.
"And just like that, I'm left alone," Wyatt said to himself, already preparing to head straight to the hotel to get some rest.
As he was heading toward the room's exit, his gaze caught out of the corner of his eye the same blonde hair he had seen hours earlier, and she seemed to find herself in a tense situation while stepping in front of two girls who were probably her friends.
"He already told you to back off, asshole," Blaire said, looking in the direction of the guy and his friend in question, who had smug smiles while the three girls were cornered.
"Come on, I just want to talk to Tarah," the guy in question said, looking at the girl who was being held protectively by Sarah as she huddled even closer against her.
"She told you no," Blaire said, blocking the path of the guy in question.
"Come on, Tarah, that kiss didn't mean anything, she threw herself at me," the guy told her over Blaire's shoulder in the direction of the girl in question.
"Well, I didn't see you resisting!!" Tarah shouted, showing her face while throwing a piercing look at the guy in question, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Come on, don't be immature," he said, trying to step closer again, but Blaire stepped between them protectively once more. "Get out of the way," he told her, gritting his teeth, already starting to have had enough of Blaire.
"Come on, beautiful, let my boy talk to her," his friend said, reaching out his hand and grabbing Blaire's arm, looking to shove her out of the way.
That was his plan, but a hand settled on his arm before he could pull her, and stepped between both groups immediately.
"I think you're making them uncomfortable," Wyatt said, placing himself in front of the three, preventing the other two guys from continuing to step closer.
"Get lost, idiot, this isn't your business," said the guy, who was already pissed off by the situation, for some idiot with a hero complex to stick his nose into a matter that didn't concern him in the slightest.
"I think it would be best if you leave and leave them alone," Wyatt said seriously as he stepped threateningly in the direction of both guys, who backed up upon seeing that he stood at least half a head taller than them.
"You little..." the guy's friend said, since having drunk a few too many beers, he immediately set out to throw a punch in Wyatt's direction, who simply dodged it before immobilizing him.
"Ugh, let me go, bastard," the guy said, trying to break free while Wyatt put even more strength into his grip to keep the guy from continuing to move.
With his dad being a police officer, Wyatt had taken self-defense classes since he was young, which was the reason he had no trouble incapacitating someone, much less someone who was slightly drunk.
The moment he did that, they immediately drew the attention of the crowd of people, who stopped doing what they were doing just to watch the show.
"Hey, hey, what's going on here," one of the fraternity members suddenly said, drawn by the commotion the scene had caused, only to encounter the sight of Wyatt holding someone immobilized.
"Let him go," the member ordered as he stepped over immediately in the direction where the conflict was.
Immediately after, Wyatt released his grip on the guy while raising his hands in a clear signal that he wouldn't make any move.
"You're dead," the guy suddenly said, turning around ready to break the idiot's face before being stopped by his friend, who held him from behind, preventing him from doing anything stupid.
"Let me go, Jordan," the guy in question said, trying to break free from his friend's grip.
"Get him out of here," the fraternity member ordered him, not wanting any more conflict at the party, while the guy in question didn't stop shouting curses.
"As for you guys, it's best if you leave," he told them, pointing in the direction of the door.
"Hey, that's not fair, we didn't do anything," Blaire said, immediately stepping out from behind Wyatt and confronting the guy in question, who had a serious look while continuing to emphasize:
"Blaire, let's go, let's not make any more trouble," Sarah insisted, taking Tarah with her toward the exit.
"Tsk, it's not like the party was even that good anyway," Blaire said as she headed to the exit along with her friends.
With only Wyatt remaining, the guy in charge simply threw him a look that he should also leave, to which Wyatt simply said, "Sorry for the incident." After that, he immediately turned around and also left the house.
The moment he stepped outside, the night air hit him full-on as he headed toward the driveway, ready to look for a taxi in the direction of the hotel where the team was staying.
Before he could even check the address on his phone, he heard a car stop right next to him and a window roll down, seeing the three occupants inside.
"Need a ride?" asked Blaire, who found herself with her hands on the steering wheel.
As soon as she said that, a silence immediately settled in as Wyatt weighed what would be the best option at that moment, and seeing that he was practically in a new city without knowing where his hotel was located.
"Sure," Wyatt responded, believing it would be better to let a local help him.
He immediately headed toward the passenger door while the girl who was sitting there moved to the back row of seats, leaving the seat free for Wyatt.
"Thanks," Wyatt said once he buckled his seatbelt and they headed straight onto the highway.
"Sure," Blaire responded while keeping her gaze fixed on the road they were passing.
"And tell us, what's your name, handsome?" Sarah asked from the back seat, while Blaire threw her a death stare through the rearview mirror, though Sarah acted as if she hadn't seen anything.
"Wyatt," he responded to her with a friendly smile, turning his head slightly.
"You're not from around here, right?" Sarah asked him with a smile, looking to pry even more information out of Wyatt, who simply chuckled softly.
"Guilty, I'm from Texas," he responded to her, while Sarah continued with her sort of interrogation, like his age, if he was a student at the university, and other things.
"So you're 19 and you study in South Carolina, interesting," Sarah said once her interrogation came to an end. "And what brings you here to Boston, a girlfriend by any chance?" she asked directly.
But before Wyatt could respond, Blaire's voice was heard. "We're here," she said as she pulled up to a two-story house in one of the suburbs.
Pouting, Sarah directed a meaningful look at Blaire since she didn't let her get all her gossip, while she and Tarah got out of the car, since Tarah would be spending the night at her house.
"Nice meeting you, Wyatt," Sarah told him as a sign of goodbye, while Wyatt waved at her and Blaire started the car up again.
"And where am I dropping you off, cowboy?" Blaire asked as the car got lost through the streets.
"Haha, very funny, just because I'm from Texas doesn't mean I'm a cowboy," Wyatt responded to her while bringing his hand to his pocket and pulling out his phone, but upon trying to turn it on, he was only greeted by a black screen in a clear sign that it had run out of battery.
"Damn," Wyatt cursed. "You wouldn't happen to have a charger?" he asked her, showing his phone, which found itself completely dead.
"Nop," Blaire responded without even turning to look at Wyatt's face. "Seriously, you don't know where you're staying?" she asked him, trying to hide the smile that threatened to break out on her face.
"In a hotel," Wyatt told her without even being able to remember the name.
"Wow, that's a lot of help," Blaire said while continuing to drive.
Being unable to find any solution and seeing out of the corner of her eye Wyatt's lost look, she let out a sigh. "My house isn't far, if you want, you can charge your phone there," she told him.
"I don't want to impose," Wyatt told her, but he was only greeted by Blaire's silence as, after turning a few streets, they arrived at a house where Blaire parked the car.
"Alright, listen up. We go in, we charge your phone, and then I drop you off at your hotel, got it? So don't make any noise," Blaire said seriously, while Wyatt simply nodded and both got out of the car.
The Next Morning
Opening his eyes, Wyatt began to focus his sight until his vision cleared completely and he could look at his surroundings with more attention.
"This isn't my room," he thought upon seeing the amount of posters that were in the bedroom, and he didn't recognize a single one.
The second thing he noticed was that he found himself without his shirt and with something pressed against his body, so lowering his gaze, he was greeted by the sight of Blaire's face, who also seemed to be sleeping deeply.
"What the fuck," was the only thing Wyatt could think at that moment.
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