Page 48 of Fear of Falling

“Dude, no one else knows that.” Trevor shook his head.

While the two started bickering I turned to Wyatt.

“So, Wyatt Boone was quite the partier in Uni huh.” I said with a raised eyebrow, sipping my beer.

“What can I say I knew how to party,” he winked.

“Knew? Not so much now?” I teased.

“This is the extent of my partying.” He lifted his beer, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” I shrugged. “Throwing up after being really hungover is kinda boring.” His eyes widened at my mocking, and I stifled my words with a mouthful of beer.

“Excuse me? What about you Ms. Partier,” Wyatt probed as he raised his eyebrows at me. “Anythingyouwant to share?”

“Nope,” I said with a grin, grateful that Tasha wasn’t there to throw me under the bus.

The stories she could tell about me.

“Nuh uh, you don’t get to sit there and judge and not spill a secret.” Wyatt shook his head.

“I don’t have any party stories,” I protested.

“I call bullshit,” Wyatt leaned towards across the table. I found myself mirroring the move, ignoring the watchful stares of the others.

“What do I get if I tell you one?” I countered.

God, his eyes are beautiful.

Wyatt was quiet for a moment, and I felt the tension rise between us. In the dim bar lighting it made the contours of his cheeks and jaw even more striking.

He looks good enough to eat.

“I promise I won’t laugh.” His expression was so serious that I had a hard time keeping mine the same way.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You’ll have to see won’t you.” The slight challenge in his words had me sitting straighter. Most people think of me as a goody-two-shoes, but for some reason, I felt the need to show Wyatt I wasn’t.

“Fine,” I conceded, rolling my eyes at his smug expression, though secretly I liked it.

“Do tell,” prompted Mila, reminding me that we weren’t alone as I turned my head and found three sets of eyes already on me, eyebrows raised. Ignoring the blush warming my cheeks, I took a large swig of my beer before jumping into my story.

“It was my junior year of Uni. Tasha and I decided that since midterms were over, we should celebrate. So along with a few other friends from our floor, we threw our own little party in ourdorm room and pretty much got plastered. Someone randomly came up with the idea that we should leave our dorm and go wander around campus in our PJ’s,” I said, all four of them listening intently.

“Anyways, we are walking around campus drunk off our asses, when someone, I’m not even sure who, decided that we should sneak into the building where the swim team practices.”

To this day, I still believe it was Tasha’s idea. Back then, hell, even now, she was the one that came up with ideas, or got us into situations that we should definitely not be in.

Honestly, it’s a miracle we’ve never been arrested.

“We snuck inside and headed straight for the pool. Again, since we were severely drunk, we decided to strip and jump in the water. All five of us were swimming around in our underwear, yelling, laughing, and being extremely loud, when suddenly we saw the flashlights of the campus police. We climbed out of that pool so damned fast; we didn’t even bother to grab our clothes and booked it out of there so fast.” I laughed at the memory.

“There we were, running across campus in nothing but our underwear, laughing our asses off, not really caring that we almost got caught. Anyways, a few days later they announced that only the swim team or those with a special ID could access the swimming area. They even put up a sign asking if anyone knew who was responsible. Of course, none of us said a word to anyone else.”

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