Mo
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“It stands for-
“I know what it stands for.”
It’s been years since I attended an ABC party and from what I can remember, most of the night was spent getting flashed by my teammates. The only thing that makes a drunk group of lacrosse players worse is throwing in a juvenile game of no clothes.
“So, you’ll come?” Stella beams at me, her hands clasped tightly together.
“No.”
“But Mo-
“I said no.” I lean back in my chair and give her a look that means the subject is closed. She frowns, stabbing her fork in my direction.
“I know for a fact you used to be fun. What changed?”
The question almost has me laughing. I wouldn’t know where to even start.
“I grew up.”
She sighs, “Grow back down then. You need to let loose and live a little.”
My mind flashes to Nico and a smirk tugs my lips, “I live plenty.”
“Hookups don’t count as living.”
I raise a brow, “Most people would say hookups are equivalent to letting loose.”
Stella narrows her eyes, “Letting off some steam with whatever lacrosse bunny is nearby is not the same as enjoying life. When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to?”
I take a sip of my whiskey, letting the burn chase away the truth of her words.
“What is this really about? You’ve never cared about my presence at parties before.”
My sister takes a bite of her salad, suddenly avoiding my gaze, “I just want to make sure you’re making the most of your time here at Taber.”
“Bullshit.”
She glares at me, “I hate when you do that.”
“Call you out for lying?”
“No. Make everything more difficult.” Stella huffs, dropping her fork onto her plate, “Is it wrong to want to party with my older brother?”
“It is when you’re planning something. I know you too well, dear sister.”
She grins, “What if I’m planning something for your benefit?”
“Stella…”
“Fine.” She gives me the stink eye, “Nico wanted you to come to this party and I promised I would make it happen.”
I tilt my head, “Was that so difficult?”
“You’re the worst.”