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"Yo, em. I bet you a hundred bucks I can get that girl in bed within an hour." Aaron arrogantly boasted in my ear, his breath smelled like cheap beer.
I told them to just let me handle the drinks.
I glanced at the girl his eyes were focused at.
That damn familiar shitty posture paired with her shitty outfit. Her short hair tied up in a pony like usual.
I was about to smile when I remembered what the fuck Aaron told me about her. A bet? Been there, done that.
Like hell I'd let anyone play with her.
I paid my goodbye at that shithead with a respectful fist in the face. He landed on the floor but the world kept spinning. So is the party. Nobody paid attention to him.
I walked through the crowd, people making way for me. Some of them scrambling to get away. Some of them "accidentally" brushing against me.
Horny bitches.
"Didn't expect you to actually come." I approached her, arm snaking on her lower back and pulling her against me as I dragged her through the crowd to a less crowded spot.
She was startled with the approach and sudden drag but smiled as soon as she recognized me.
She didn't bother pushing me away, but she did distance herself just slightly.
"It's for a change, exposure therapy." She stood on her tip toes to speak louder in my ears so I bent down slightly to hear her better. Finally hearing her meek voice admist the loud songs playing in the background.
I just smirked at her reply and said, "Congrats, you finally decided to take action on it." I laughed in her face and she just rolled her big doll-like eyes then playfully just pushed me away.
"What? It's true, you're all words about Tha exposure therapy thing but rarely actually does anything." I said in playful defensiveness, my hand sneaking to hold her waist again.
"Your kind wouldn't understand. It's hard for us to actually do it especially around people like you." She retorted and once again took my hand off her. She crossed her arms and turned away, leaving me to see only her slim neck, down to her shoulders that is barely covered by the spaghetti straps of her mini dress.
I raised my hands in defeat, "Alright, my bad. Can't take a joke now?" I laughed once again, taking a single step to face her again. I put my arm around her shoulder now and dragged her to an empty bedroom.
She's probably just feeling overwhelmed with everything. She's not usually this feisty.
She turned her head and looked back at the crowd before I closed the door. Sealing the muted noise inside.
"I'm hungry. Let's go get some snacks."
"We have a few snacks here too. Some of the guys hide their own snacks inside because there's a bunch of thieves here stealing snacks." I reasoned, grabbing her wrist to let her stay inside.
Before she could look back up at me, the door suddenly opens and a guy holding a drunk girl barges in. I immediately pushed them out before they could step inside and locked the door in an instant.
"One step at a time. You don't have to go full on socializing and doing shit in a single night just to keep up with that exposure therapy thing." I said, leading her to sit on the bed to relax.
She looked up at me as she sat on the edge of the bed, my hand still holding her wrist. Her lips parting slightly to speak.
"Are you drunk, Emmet?"