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C1 PROLOGUE

ODESSA

After a night out of drinking cheap beer and strong vodka at the fraternity row, America, Jessica and I stumble into our kitchen and raid our fridge for food.

We haven’t done our monthly grocery shopping yet so the options are limited.

It’s a Tuesday but we had to celebrate America passing her history exam since we helped her study all night so she wouldn’t flunk out.

“Truth or dare Vecker,” Jessica falls on the couch with a half empty bag of Cheetos.

She’s the wild card of our trio and being a drama major, it’s fitting as she has dark red hair, hazel yellow eyes and a posh English accent that makes her look and sound fierce.

I always say she should consider modelling since she has the height and body but her love for the performing arts is too great and her double DD’s stand in the way.

We met freshman year in E-con class where we got kicked out for being late and decided to go get drunk instead of begging to be let back in.

Later, America who was my roommate at the time joined in when we were getting tacos and the three of us have been together since.

“Ouu, I dare you to pick dare” America sucks on an orange popsicle making me roll my eyes.

I guess she’s the pretty hippie of the group, she’s getting a bachelor’s degree in order to become an HR manager since she’s such a good mediator or so she says.

She’s also an heiress from the upper east side of New York, so she has platinum blonde hair, green eyes and a large dream catcher tattoo on her back that proves she might join the peace corps after we graduate.

“Fine, dare” I bite a pickle as America throws her legs over my lap.

“I dare you to dm the hottest guy on your phone a cute picture of you,” Jessica laughs as America steals my phone off the coffee table.

“She doesn’t have any guys in here, better go online.” She unlocks my phone with a swipe, I should really put in a password.

I guess I’m the boring one or the “innocent one” of the group and that’s only because I grew up in Portland and lack ‘city experience’ as Jessica would put it but I’m also Russian, a music major and have a 4.0 GPA.

So I’d say I’m the smart one as I’m classically trained in over 6 instruments and plan on becoming a composer but because unlike my friends/roommates I have a low body count which is regarded as boring.

“I swear if we didn’t add pictures to your Oakwood profile, people would think you don’t exist.” America throws my phone at Jessica.

“Right, what’s the point of being a sexy Russian with blue eyes and legs to kill for if no one sees it,” Jessica is typing on my phone. “Oh, I know who exactly you’re going to dm,” she smiles mischievously.

“No teachers,” I point a pickle at her. “I would like to show my face around here till I graduate.”

“Yeah—yeah, here it’s all typed out. All you have to do is press send” Jessica hands me my phone as she stands up.

I look at the profile and try to read the name on top but I’m drunk, tired and feeling weird from eating pickles.

“Whatever,” I press send without even reading what the message says. “Now America, dare or dare” I laugh when I confuse the phrase and she joins in.

It’s all harmless drunk fun in the end, that was all it was supposed to be.

LIAM

I’m bored with my life.

I study, eat, go to class, practice then come home where I either play video games, drink and party then have sex or just skip straight to the sex with my girl of the month.

I used to do random hook ups but I got tired of them expecting more so I moved to monthly hook ups where I set rules in the beginning.

I actually have rules for everything I do and for my monthly hook ups, they include:

1)

They don’t sleep over the first night

2)

When they do sleepover it shouldn’t be on my bed and no breakfast.

3)

It’s no strings attached, strictly casual

4)

And NO PICTURES

I don’t know what’s with girls in OAKWOOD university but for an ivy league it has a lot of females obsessed with posting on Instagram and Black book which is our version of campus Facebook.

I can’t even count the number of times where I’d wake up to a series of pictures of me sleeping or videos of me in bed, it seems bagging the eldest son of the Griffith Group is a big deal.

Which is why I have rules.

It might sound like a douchebag thing to do but I have goals, they include becoming a professional basketball player in the NBA and no girl will stop that.

So as I get my 5th tattoo by the side of my stomach, I realize that I am bored with my life.

I live with my teammates and best friends, attend class with them and see the same old girls every week.

It’s all getting predicable and lame that’s why I am getting tatted again because of boredom.

Coach and mom won’t be happy but it was either this or play videos games and I wanted to break routine tonight so as Goose tattoos a quote I found in a book, I scroll through my black book feed.

It’s the usual thirst traps and people selling their crap or looking for roommates so I’m about to exit when I see something on the official school page.

A girl with raven dark hair that’s braided to the side is holding a clear violin on her shoulder. Her eyes are closed showing a long field of thick eyelashes and sparkly eyeshadow on her lids that matches her white sparkly top.

Her lips are full, pouty, pink and glossy over her clear porcelain skin, she’s obviously not from around here because she has a foreign exotic look to her.

“Odessa Vecker (junior) steals the night with a breathtaking solo at Moon Festival” I read the caption below the picture.

Odessa Vecker, why do I not know you?

I search her name and click her profile when I find it but to my surprise its nothing like her clean, good girl picture the school posted of her.

The most recent picture is of her in a tanning chair wearing a black bikini, a sun hat covering part of her face except her pink lips. She has very narrow thighs, an outie and 11 lines on her toned stomach.

The caption is a Hot day in Oakwood and its 2weeks old.

The next picture is an old film picture of her in a bar where she’s wearing a long sleeve, sheer black top that shows a strapless bra tucked into black skinny jeans.

Her long dark hair is held back in a ponytail and highlighted by glossy red lips.

She’s holding a cocktail and even though she’s not staring directly at the camera she’s smiling at the person taking the picture, one too many screw drivers is the caption.

I’ve seen pretty girls before but Odessa is cut above the rest, even as I click a picture where she’s at some music festival with a blonde and a red haired girl my eyes are only on her.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I click the message button so I dm her only to find a message from her that was sent a month ago.

Odie Vecker: My favorite candy is Skittles, would you like to taste the rainbow?

I vibrate with so much laughter, Goose nearly nips me.

A lot of girls dm me so I don’t bother to check my private messages anymore but I’m regretting it now because I missed her message which was sent at 3:11am a month ago.

It’s almost 11pm and it’s a Thursday night so I hope it’s not too late, as Goose puts the finishing touches I finally reply to Odessa.

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