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Frat Party Slut

... didn’t have the same effect. He smiled when he saw me, but smiled harder at blondie. Okay, he may have technically invited me, but when he told me about the party as we left our English Lit 101 class, he wasn’t inviting me as a love interest. However, that doesn’t mean that I can’t have fantasies. Evan is tall, dark and handsome. Just about everything a girl wants from his styled brown hair to his muscular arms. He likes to be the life of the party, but I’d seen him in classes two. He wasn’t just some class clown. He did the reading and always joined in on the class dialogs. “Want me to take your coat?” Evan asked me while eyeing blondie. “Um, no I can hold on to it.” I took it off, but held it underneath my arm. I wore a sweater. It showed off my curves, but unlike blondie I had everything covered up. Evan gave me a look, up and down my body. However, he didn’t look at me the same as the way he stared at the girl next to me. He may have just been looking at the awkward way I held my coat. He put his arm out. “I’ll put it upstairs in my room. No one will touch it there.” “Sure.” I handed him the coat, agreeing and kind of wondering if it was an excuse to get me up to his room later. Then I saw him say something to my new blonde friend as he walked by her. Her coat was probably up in his room too. I lost my friends in the crowd and made my way around the house looking for them. It wasn’t that big of the house, but people filled every room on the first flower and overflowed ...

... into the basement. It made it hard to find my friends that I came with, but I did run into people I knew from classes and ended up in a conversation about the an exam with a guy and a girl from my Chem class. Not exactly the conversation I wanted to have after a long week of classes, but it was good to hear other people thought the exam was the worse thing since Trigonometry. I could feel my stress levels starting to come down. As my shoulders started to relax I saw the one person I really didn’t want to see. On the other end of the room, I saw an all too familiar face. My most recent ex-boyfriend. To make matters worse, he had his arm wrapped around another girl. She wore a skin-tight yellow shirt, so tight that it practically became see through. Even from across the room I could see the outline of her black and white leopard print bra. I’m not kidding, she looked like a whore. He may have broken up with me, but I hadn’t expected to see him with another girl already. We broke up after an argument, not because he had a new love interest or because I thought he was cheating on me. However, they were wrapped up together it was pretty obvious that this wasn’t their first date. I didn’t recognize her, but if I was her I would be pissed that he brought me to a frat party on Valentine’s Day. Before they recognized me, I cut out of the conversation and made my way through the masses out of the living room. When I didn’t get too far, I followed the path of least resistance downstairs. ...