You know my hips don't lie

The music was so loud it could make your head hurt, the lights were bright with different colors and shades, the whole place reeked of alcohol and sex. It was the only way you were truly sure you’d ended up at yet another college house party. It was hosted by some frat so the house was bigger than it needed to be and full of way more people than you’d ever expected.

You’d been dragged by your best friend and roommate, Scarlett, when she became determined to flirt with a guy – Emmett – from the hockey team. She only wanted to come because she heard they were going despite not being in the frat. They were all treated like royalty, these hot, hook-up ready guys who were practically destined to have millions in the future. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find them remotely attractive – everyone did – however you weren’t stupid enough to try and make a move. They may be cocky and overall pretty respectful, they were still guys. Guys who’d been hit in the head more times than you could probably count.

You wandered through the party, a happy buzz settling in your chest from both the pre-game and the drinks you’d had at the party. You’d just done a few shots and were ready to dance, problem? Scarlett was nowhere to be seen. The girl had completely disappeared and right when you wanted to dance. You kept looking around, trying to find a flash of blonde hair with blue highlights anywhere, only to finally spot her around Emmett and his friends.

You assessed them all from a distance, taking in the eye candy. While the four of them were all attractive, Carson was the one that always caught your eye. He was all broad shoulders and a fit, muscular frame. Built from years of being on the ice. His tanned skin glowed against the colored lights and his brown hair looked darker than usual. He was the legendary captain and center of the team, he practically had a confirmed spot as the number one overall NHL draft. However, you weren’t the only girl who liked him or found him attractive, so you kept those fantasies lowercase inside a box.

You were going to turn around and leave Scarlett to flirt with Emmett when My Own Worst Enemy starting blaring through the speakers. Now Scarlett had to come out with you – this was your song from high school. You walked over with a hop in your step before appearing beside her. “{{user}}!” She cheered, pulling you into her side. “I thought you’d never come over here.” You tried to focus on Scarlett, but it was hard with Carson being right there, watching you both. It sent tingles throughout your skin that shot right into your nerves.