Taking Chances (Taking Chances #1)

Agreeing, I walked with her to a group hovered around one of the kegs. After getting a beer and forcing half the cup down to get the bad taste over with as fast as possible, I followed her out to the back yard to meet more people. I don't remember most their names, but I got picked up and carried around more times than I cared to count, and was gawked at by every guy I met. Bree assured me it was because I looked good, but I was already wishing I'd worn a sweatshirt and jeans and cursing my tiny frame. Breanna seemed so at ease with the way guys were touching her and raking their eyes over us, and I didn't understand how she could do it. I no longer felt beautiful, I felt exactly like what Drew called me. Meat. I was halfway through my second beer of the night when I was pulled onto the dance floor by Bree and a few others.

I'd never felt so out of place in my life. Just watching the way these people were groping each other was making my cheeks burn, I tried to follow Bree's lead but I ended up just stumbling around from people rubbing up against me. I turned my head to see the most recent encounter and found myself being glared at by the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. Taking in the rest of him I could see I'd gotten in the way of his dry humping with a busty blonde and tried to quickly move away. Pointing to the kitchen when Bree tried to stop me, I slowly made my way through the packed bodies and out of the living room.

“What's up Harper?”

I turned to see Drew standing beside me. “Uh, nothing. Just had to get out of that.” I said pointing over my shoulder.

“You don't like to dance?”

You call that dancing? “Not really my thing.”

Drew put an arm on each side of me trapping me against the counter and pressing his body into mine. “Is there anything else I can I interest you in?”

Not you. “Is there a bathroom I can use?”

As soon as I asked, a bunch of guys started chanting and I turned to see what the fuss was about. My eyes about bulged out of my head when I did. The same guy I'd last bumped into on the dance floor was now taking shots out of a girl with fiery red hair’s mouth, running his tongue and lips all over her neck and chest between each one. When he sprinkled more salt on her, I realized why he’d been licking her. After the third one he looked right into my eyes and winked before putting his mouth to the fourth glass. I shook my head and didn't even wait for Drew to respond, I went off to find the bathroom on my own. After opening the doors on two couples having sex, I finally started asking more people where to find one. Once I got in, I locked the door and tried to calm myself. I may have heard disgusting stories from my brothers trying to get a rise out of me when I was young, but hearing it and seeing it are two completely different things.

I stayed in the bathroom until people started pounding on the door and dashed down the long halls trying to avoid looking at the doors to the other rooms I'd already opened. When I rounded a corner I ran right into a broad muscular chest and almost fell on my butt before he caught me.

“I'm so sorry, I –.” I shut my mouth when I looked up and saw those deep blue eyes again.

He smiled and I momentarily got distracted by his perfectly straight, white teeth and full lips. Cocking his head to the side, I saw the recognition flash across his face that was soon replaced by a sexy smirk. By the way my heart started pounding, I was sure he'd perfected that look years ago. “Now who are you?”

I blinked and tore my gaze from his mouth and tried to move around him but his hands were still holding me in place.

“What, you're too good to tell me?”

I thought about the two girls I'd seen him with, and for the first time since running into him, realized there was a new blonde with her arm wrapped around his waist. Wow three girls within half an hour. I raised an eyebrow at him, “Apparently.”

He and the tall blonde both scoffed. After releasing my arms he crossed his in front of his chest exposing even more muscles and a good bit of half sleeve tattoos on both arms. His stance may have looked intimidating if his face didn't appear so shocked and amused. “Excuse me Princess?”

Narrowing my eyes I started to shoulder my way past him, “You're right, excuse me.”

He let me pass and I made my way back outside, to where most of the activities happening didn't make me want to shut my eyes and turn away. Bree said we’d be here all night, and I know it’s childish, but all I want to do is hide out. I found a couple chairs in a dark corner of the backyard and plopped into one. It's obvious I'm not going to be a fan of parties. I pulled out my phone and texted Carter.

Me - ‘So…I don’t understand why you guys get so excited about parties’

J. Carter - ‘You at one?’

Me - ‘Yep.’

J. Carter - ‘Are you drinking?’

Me - ‘A little.’

J. Carter - ‘…please be careful. I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself. But you’ve never had alcohol before. Don’t let anyone hand you an open drink, and don’t set yours down ever.’

Me - ‘Okay Mom.’

J. Carter - ‘I’m serious Blaze. Be careful.’

I smiled at his nickname for me. I was known for blushing.

Me - ‘I will. Miss you already.’

J. Carter - ‘Same here. No one left this weekend, we’re all too upset knowing you’re gone.’

Me - ‘I doubt that. You’re probably on a date right now, already forgetting about me’

We texted for hours and I realized the party had thinned out immensely by the time Breanna found me.

“Harper! What are you doing out here by yourself? I've been looking for you forever.”

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