Frat Boy Pt. 8
HELLO FRIENDS HE HAS RETURNED TO YOU. It’s shorter than most updates, but necessary things are happening to push the story along and one mystery is revealed! It’s always lovely to hear your thoughts or guesses about what’s happening. Your frat boy has missed you xx
It’d been an utter disaster. You hadn’t eaten much at all last night and the dull throbbing in your head was a reminder that alcohol on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea. Especially when it’d been expensive enough to be smooth and light and what you think alcohol should taste like. It had hit you even harder on the ride back to your dorm, the numbness in your hands not entirely due to the pricks of cool air against your skin, something you realized after you stumbled out of the passenger seat and Renny had to pick you up . Your whole body was completely numb at that point. The reason for your numbness was the same reason you’d slept without a nightmare last night, and it was the reason you (almost) slept through your morning class and only had time to throw on a sweatshirt, jeans, and sunglasses before, quite literally, running to English.
You were late, making sure to close the door quietly behind you this time, but the pair of eyes you expected to see whipping around to follow you to your seat with a seductive glimmer weren’t there.
Only Niall was there to mutter a quick “Hey Y/N” as you passed him to reach your seat. The teacher started talking about something having to do with how everyone’s analysis was sub-par on the last essay, but if you were being honest you didn’t care, you couldn’t even concentrate. Though you were facing the front, your mind kept drifting behind you, to the image of the empty seat where you’d gotten used to seeing his long body confidently sprawled out and leant back, one elbow propped up on the arm chair and head cocked as if he were pretending to listen. It was annoying how even though he wasn’t here he could still somehow take control of your thoughts. It’d be easier to ignore him if he wasn’t so damn infuriating, just the thought of last night made your blood boil, but the words you’d said came back to you, slowly, bit by bit.
Go back to your fake girlfriend who clearly understands you so much better.
People have planes and go to Europe on a three day weekend…
Creepily small wrists!
Had you really ran your mouth
that much? To him?! You groaned a bit and the person beside you
turned with a loaded look -Weirdo- before returning their attention back to
the board. No matter how true your words were, you wouldn’t have told him
all that completely sober. At all. You had a mind that was
quick to get indignant and when the alcohol came in, the filter went out and
there was only the Lord to help the poor person caught in the crossfire.
A rush of embarrassment flooded you and you’d regretted saying one word
to him. You should’ve played it cool, acted like you didn’t care that he
was with someone else, not made a fool out of yourself. He probably
thought you were someone easily charmed by money when he’d paid for your meal
or some bitter charity case and your sad speech last night just proved it.
You realized you were kicking yourself and tried to stop your mind from spiraling any further. If there’s one thing you hated most about boys it was that they could make you feel absolutely stupid.
Yet here you were.