“Yep,” I say as I take a drink.
She shakes her head. “You’d really rather play this than dance?”
“One hundred percent.” I nod.
“Well, the girls and I are going to head back to the dorms. Do you want to come with us or stay here?”
Biting my lip, I think about it. Logically, I know I’ve had enough to drink and that I should head back with the girls who I came with. Yet, I’m not quite ready for the night to end.
I’m not ready to walk away from my hotshot…
He rests his hand on my back, bringing my attention back to him. “Do you girls want me to walk you back to your dorm?”
Brit’s eyes light up when she looks at him, making my stomach sour. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he says quickly before looking back at me. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah, I probably should,” I say reluctantly.
He nods. “Come on then.”
Brit gathers the girls that we came with, and they all eye the guy next to me like they want to jump him. When we take off down the street, hotshot and I hang back, letting the group of girls walk in front of us. They keep looking over their shoulders at him, but he pays them no mind.
“So when are we playing again?” he asks.
“Huh?” I look up at him.
“Beer pong. When are we teaming up again?”
“You want to be my partner again?”
I’m honestly shocked. He didn’t seem to want to play at first, but now he wants to schedule another game?
“I mean, yeah. We dominated tonight, and I hate losing. Why ruin a good thing?” He pushes his shoulder into mine.
I chuckle under my breath. I wonder if he will still feel that way when he figures out who my brother is.
“I don’t know. I’m sure we can figure it out, though.”
We come to a stop in front of a building, and I wave my hand toward it while the girls step inside. “Well, this is me.”
He pulls out his phone. “What’s your number? That way we can figure out which party we will play at.”
I rattle off my number and feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket.
“Cool. I just texted you. For the record, you’re in my phone as Beautiful since you haven’t given me your name yet,” he says, raising a brow.
“You still want to know my name?”
“I mean, yeah. I wanna know who the mysterious girl is that I hung out with all night.”
Taking a deep breath, I hold out my hand. “I’m Cora.”
A beautiful smile covers his face as he grabs my hand. “Hi, Cora, I’m Kellan.”
As soon as his name leaves his mouth, my stomach drops.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
