25. Alexis
Alexis
Five Years Ago
It was my senior year of college, and the parties were already going hard.
The streets were packed with drunks staggering from house to house.
This was the life, though: freedom from family and simply a means to enjoy life before reality sets in and we all head into the real world with real jobs and careers.
I made sure to take full advantage of my time in college.
Being the life of the party wasn’t easy, but it made these past four years fly by, that’s for sure.
Driven most days by caffeine, I was able to keep my grades in decent standing as I drank my nights and weekends away at one of the campus frat houses.
Delta-something. I never bothered to check its full name.
“Lexi’s here! The night has officially started!” A slurred voice yelled as I crossed the street and approached the front of the Delta frat house. It had to have been close to midnight, and already, there were a few bodies passed out on the front lawn.
“You got my goodies, Tyler?” I smirked as I stopped at the front entrance and hip-checked him playfully. He lost a little of whatever balance he had remaining and fell off the step laughing.
“Always, pretty girl. I think there’s a few shots left inside the Malibu bottle you left here last time.” He grinned, biting his bottom lip and staring at my ass as I swaggered into the house.
“Wonderful,” I cooed over my shoulder, making a beeline into the kitchen.
The music was so loud that I could feel the bass vibrating the floorboards with every step. It was crowded inside, and navigating through all the drunk and sweaty bodies was less than appealing. But I was here for a good time, and nothing would prevent that.
Reaching the kitchen, I spotted my bottle of Malibu on the far counter. My mouth began watering, begging for the taste of my favorite coconut rum.
As I reached out to grab the bottle, another hand gripped its neck simultaneously.
“Excuse me!” I yelled over the music, glaring at whoever the fuck was trying to take the bottle from me.
“No, excuse me . I’m taking this last shot.” She yanked the bottle from my grasp and unscrewed the cap with a smirk.
Seriously?!
“Just who the fuck do you think you are?” I growled, fisting my hands in anger. This prissy bitch came out of nowhere with her long dark hair, hazel eyes, and I get whatever I want attitude. I hated the entitlement that radiated off of her smug ass.
“Chyler!” Another voice yelled across the kitchen, and I took my chance at grabbing the bottle back from her while she was distracted, turning her attention to whoever called her name.
“Hey!” Chyler snapped her eyes back to me, and she sneered. “Give that back, bitch.”
A smug smile played across my face as I brought the bottle to my lips.
“Sorry, this one’s mine, go find your own.” I winked before downing the last shot in the bottle. “Or better yet, go fuck one of the frat boys for a bottle. I’m sure they’d appreciate you.” I chuckled, licking my lips and savoring every last drop before replacing the bottle on the counter.
She raised her hand to slap me across the face. “You son of a—”
“Woah, woah, woah! Not tonight, Chy!” Another woman with long white blonde hair stepped in, wrapping her hand around Chyler’s wrist, preventing her from taking a shot at me. Not that I would have even flinched. It wouldn’t be the first time that I had gotten into a fight here.
“Daughter of a dick sounds better. I’ve got tits, not a cock. Enjoy your evening.” I stepped around the two women and moved to head into the living room where the DJ was playing.
“I don’t fucking think so,” Chyler growled, reaching out and pulling me back by my hair.
“What the fuck!” I screamed, wrapping my hands behind my head to prevent her from ripping out the strands. “You are seriously this worked up over a fucking shot of Malibu?”
Who even was this bitch? I had never seen her here before; she must be new on campus. Freshmen… Although they both looked way older than me.
“Chyler, let it go.” White blonde gripped Chyler’s shoulders, attempting to pull her off me. “She isn’t worth the fight,” She added.
I clenched my teeth from the pain of how hard she was pulling my hair, but I managed to flip myself around and grab onto hers. It was longer than mine, making it easier to get a hold of.
“Goddamnit!” She screamed as I pulled hard enough to jerk her head to the side. “Fuck off, Mads, this isn’t any of your business.” Chyler snapped.
A crowd had started gathering in the kitchen, watching the two of us fight over a single shot of rum. I could hear people mumbling over the loud music. A slow chant of ‘catfight, catfight, catfight’ started ringing throughout the room.
“It is if you want to stay here and not get us kicked the fuck out like you always do.” Mads gritted her teeth in anger and frustration. I take it she played the role of Chyler’s babysitter.
“Fuck… fine.” She sighed angrily, releasing my hair and shoving me forward. “Go piss someone else off.” Chyler narrowed her eyes on me as I straightened my leather jacket.
“Fucking psycho bitch.” I snapped back before leaving the kitchen altogether. I don’t know what got into her, but fuck she was intense for a woman. Someone needed to get laid tonight, and it wasn’t me.
Rolling my eyes as I left the kitchen, I grabbed a beer that one of the guys held out as I passed by the tapped keg he was serving from.
Whatever, I wasn’t about to let one stupid bitch ruin my night of fun.
By two in the morning, the crowd had started dying down.
Everyone was too drunk to stand, and a good majority of them were passed out on the floor of the living room.
I staggered up the stairs to the second floor to find Tyler’s bedroom.
He was the only one of all the frat guys I trusted, and he never slept here unless he had to.
His parents paid for his room at the Frat house, but he preferred to stay with a couple of his friends in a townhouse off campus.
Opening the door, the room was completely dark and, for the most part, empty. I dragged my feet to the bed before collapsing face-first into the sheets. My head spun with the buzz from all the beer I had consumed throughout the night.
Rolling onto my back, I covered my eyes with the back of my arm and sighed. I didn’t even bother undressing; I was going to run out of here and back to my dorm room once I had sobered up enough to make it there on my own.
Music was still playing downstairs. It was muffled, but you could still hear it and feel the vibrations from the bass on the second floor. I began drifting off to sleep before I heard the door to the room open and close.
“I’ll be out of here in a few hours, Tyler. I’m sorry.” I groaned with a slur, not even looking to see him cross the room towards me. I could hear his footsteps on the carpet but was too drunk to care.
“That’s alright. You’re always welcome in my bed, Lexi.” Tyler chuckled before bending over me and pressing his fists into the mattress on either side of my hips.
“What are you—” I slurred.
“Shh… relax. I’ll make you feel better.” He murmured, lowering his face next to mine and lightly kissing up and down my neck. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head to the side.
“Tyler, stop. We’re friends.” No matter how good it felt, I knew I was in no state to sleep with him. Not that I ever would—even sober. I was never physically attracted to Tyler; he felt more like a big brother and best friend than a boyfriend.
I brought my hands up to push on his chest, attempting to move myself out from underneath him, but he gripped my wrists in his hands, pinning them beside my head as he continued dragging his mouth down my collarbone and chest.
“Tyler—” I pressed, squirming in his grasp.
The door behind him opened and closed again—someone else entering the room. I tried to angle my head to see who it was.
“I take it this is the Lexi you always talk about?” A rough voice came from the shadows of the room.
Tyler pulled back from me and turned his head to the man who had spoken.
“She sure is. Isn’t she perfect?” He licked his lips, “Bet she could take us both if you’re up for it.” He chuckled darkly, pressing harder into my wrists.
My eyes widened at his words, my breaths growing erratic as I panicked.
No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
“That all depends. Is she a screamer?” I recognized him as he stepped forward, closer to my side, and my eyes trailed up his body to see his face.
I didn’t know him, but I occasionally saw him around the frat house.
He lived here and had a new girl every night.
Most of them always ended up in his room at some point, but the worst part was that they never remembered the night by the end of it.
I parted my lips to scream for help; there had to be someone still here in this house who was sober enough to hear me. Sucking in a breath, I let out as loud of a scream as I possibly could before a large hand slapped over my mouth, muffling the rest of the sound.
“I take that as a yes. But not the kind I like.” He growled.
“There’s duct tape in the top drawer of the nightstand,” Tyler scoffed, gesturing his chin to the corner of the bed. "Jesus, Will, I thought you did this often."
“I’ll hold her down; you go get it,” Will commanded, taking my wrists from Tyler with his other hand.
My mind began to race as I considered all of my options. I had to get out of here. Tears started streaming down the sides of my face as I thought of all the things they were going to do to me.
With a split-second decision, I narrowed my eyes on Will, who hovered above me and knew that my only viable option was to fight like hell.
His hand tightened on my wrists as I parted my lips under his palm, giving him a sultry look as if I was begging for him for a taste. I had one shot at this. One.
He grinned, pulling his hand back slightly to dip his thumb into my mouth.