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Oh no, damn. I start again. I'm trying to start again what I solved the day before.

This kiss is so passionate, so...good? I don't want to stop it, no. I do not want.

And yet, I find in me an incredible strength to put my hands on Mike's chest and push him hard.

“What are you doing, Mike?! »

He looks at me, dumbfounded. I understand his reaction, at the same time. I respond to his kiss and then I push him away asking for an explanation. Myself, I should give explanations for my irrational behavior towards my roommate!

"Mike..."

His dark gaze is anchored in mine. He has such a beautiful look. It really hypnotizes me. Oh, I have to pull myself together and do everything to get the answer I want. He lowers his gaze, which cuts our conversation short, then he opens the door to my room and leaves.

“Mike! I called out to him in the hallway.

He closes his bedroom door just in time. I press the handle but it's locked. Whore. I let myself slide against the door, lost.

Long minutes then pass until I get up and go back to my room. I'm thinking, I'm thinking and I'm still going to have a beautiful head when I wake up thanks to the very few hours of sleep.

Friday passed quickly. It's a pretty cool day when all the schools pretty much end early to allow some students to catch the train home for the weekend. I decided not to go back this weekend, I prefer to stay in the city and why not join some festivities.

Speaking of which, this morning, after a well deserved sleep in, Ellie called me. The girl with whom I had hit it off at the exhibition the previous weekend offered to join her at the game of the American football team in the city and then to go to a party at one of the players. I accepted directly.

I haven't spoken to Mike since the other night. I hardly saw it to be honest. He didn't come to class and stayed locked in his room most of the time.

The match being at 3 p.m., I join Ellie a few minutes before. I can't wait to see her again and have her tell me about her first week at law school. I see her blonde hair and walk over to her.

“Ellie! »

“Hey Jade. You're okay ? »

I nod my head repeating the question. After receiving a positive response, we set off towards the entrance of the stadium. Ellie got free tickets thanks to her new friendship with one of the players on the team, which is pretty cool, I wouldn't have paid for it.

We're pretty well placed, too. So the guy didn't make fun of her! The match has just started and I don't understand what I see. Why is everyone pushing each other and everyone knocking everyone down? What's the point of pushing the ball so hard?

Exasperated, from the break, I go out to buy a drink. I order and even buy myself a little jar of popcorn that I'm going to share with Ellie.

“Hey! Hey, Jade! I heard behind me.

I turn around, unsurprisingly in front of Kendall and Wesley. I recognized Kendall's voice but didn't expect to find Wesley with her. I would have thought she'd be with Mike instead.

“Ah. Kendal. I smiled falsely.

"I didn't think you would be here!" »

“A friend invited me. »

She nodded, as if to agree with my own words. I saw her the day before but she is already telling me about her morning. She's talkative ! Wesley doesn't flinch a word next to her, he listens to her attentively without taking his eyes off her, a small smirk on his face.

I wonder if Wesley might be falling in love with Kendall. It's crazy the way he looks at her.

Oh. Oh. Watching her, he turns his gaze from Kendall to me. I smile at her and see Kendall frown.

“We will go, it will resume. Right, Wesley? Try to call Kendall.

Wesley looks at her and nods. They apologize and leave me. So I go back to my place, not without difficulty. This stadium is really super big and you can get lost easily.

" Finally ! Ellie gets exasperated seeing me arrive.

"I brought some popcorn!" I apologized.

She smiles happily and holds out her arms for me to pass her the pot. I let her eat while watching the game resume. I pull out my phone and text my sister a few times to check on her and River. I am bored. I'm waiting for the party!

Finally the match ends and we leave a few steps away to reach the player's house. From what I understand, they are part of the team sharing an entire house! So I expect to find a big brothel there but no, it's not bad even if there are already a multitude of people filling every room of the house.

"Marco, get us a drink!" Ellie shouts at a man I haven't seen.

She smiles at him and gestures for me to follow her, which I do. He takes us to the kitchen, I understand, and pours us both a drink. I swallow it in one go, without bothering to think.

"Come on, let's dance!" Ellie said pulling me to the side.

At first, I'm embarrassed and I don't dare to move, then afterwards and thanks to the presence of alcohol in my body, I start to let go.

"One drink and you're tipsy?!" Ellie mocks with a laugh. "Do you want another drink?" »

We've been on this improvised dance floor for at least half an hour and given my lack of sport, a small glass would rehydrate me well as it should. I nod and follow her into the kitchen where she pours me another drink.

She goes very hard on the dose but I drink it like whey. She takes me out onto the dance floor again and this time, I no longer have any embarrassment, I dance and have fun, without worrying about the gaze of others. Anyway, everyone is already several drinks away and few are sober at this hour.

"Hi brunette..." A tall dark haired man approaches.

“Hey! I said in a very high-pitched voice, smiling stupidly. “Are you okay up there? You're super tall, you dominate the world, that's for sure! »

He laughs and hugs me.

" You're funny. Didn't you drink by any chance? »

"Oh, maybe a shot glass...or maybe two shot glasses...or maybe three!" Maybe or maybe not, you can't be sure in life... It's like Mike... You don't necessarily understand what's going through his mind, right? And yet, he does stupid things, lots of stupid things... I laughed.

“Mike? the guy asks, frowning.

“Mikey. Little Mikey! Maybe I'm his Minnie? I laughed harder. "Boys, it's complicated. »

I place a finger on his chest as if to support my last word.

"Okay... what's your name?" »

"Hmm... I would like to be called Grace or salad but Grace, it's prettier." I choose.

He laughs and wraps his hands around my waist when I start to sway.

"Okay 'Grace', would you like to come upstairs with me and let me show you some of my off-court performances?" he offers, a perverted smile on his face.

“Oh, a soccer player! I agree. »

" Really ? OK, follow me. »

He takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs. I'm not really aware of what I'm doing, yet I know I'm going to regret it.

While all my clear ideas are blurred, the door of the room where he took me closes.