⋆˚࿔ You Make Me Feel… ⋆˚࿔

The house was filled with bodies and loud music; the smell of booze and weed wafted through the vents and out through the open windows as people danced and threw up in the pool; it was pure chaos in one of the frat houses of the Outer Banks college. 

You had been waiting outside the front door, hoping your friends wouldn’t bail on you, but they did—not shocking really; they had been distancing themselves from you a lot recently, and you couldn’t figure out why, but you didn’t care; you chugged your drink before throwing the red solo cup on the lawn and marching inside. Why waste a cute outfit?

You quickly found a random guy to dance with and made your way to the middle of the kitchen where the make-shift dance floor was set up; hands explored your curves as you danced away, your mind was hazy with the vodka and fruit punch mix running through your veins, but you immediately noticed his eyes on you before you were yanked away and dragged upstairs. Your ex-boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, was suddenly standing in front of you, fuming with pure anger and jealousy.

“You don’t get to come to my frat house and start dancing with a goddamn frat brother in front of me!” Rafe snapped as he gazed intensely at you; you were on the verge of blacking out.