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helped make it this morning when I was supposed to be in class. All part of my new position as social events coordinator for the fraternity. I was pretty sure I had gotten buzzed from being in the same room as the fumes.
    Fuck this. If she wanted to get wasted and screw around with him, fine. Not my deal.
    Thirty minutes and one cup of jungle juice later, Payton hung off Andrew’s every word. Literally hung off him. To put it lightly, she was plastered. And I was way too sober. I tossed half of my jungle juice because I needed to finish two units of chem skill builders tonight. These online assignments would be the bane of my existence. Already in the first week of class, we had more homework in Chem 311 than we did in the first month of Chem 211.
    Who knew there were so many stupid chemical equations? Surely, I would use them every single day when I became a doctor. Riiight . Maybe if I was going into pharmacy, but pediatricians didn’t need to know how to balance chemical equations.
    I paced the length of the hallway, staring at the door leading to the dance floor. If I didn’t go back in there, I was letting her win. I couldn’t let that happen. I spent two years getting my damn life back.
    Heat billowed into the hallway as I opened the door and searched for my date, Rachel. I found her dancing with a small group of Thetas about five feet from Payton.
    She danced with Andrew, her back plastered to the wall as he dry humped her slim curves. Her halo knocked against the cardboard cloud duct-taped to the wall and sent glitter raining down onto her head.
    Rachel was pop, locking, and dropping in front of me. I’d been seeing her for two weeks and tonight was supposed to be the night I’d finally seal the deal with her. Somehow, Payton managed to ruin every time I even thought about scoring with someone. I had put her up on a pedestal, comparing every girl I was with to her, but they never measured up.
    My gaze remained glued to her as she grinded her hips into Andrew. Her white skirt rode up her thighs, and suddenly I lost track of the beat of the song and bounced awkwardly against Rachel. She stopped dancing and turned to look at me, her eyebrow raised into a “how dare you mess up my rhythm” look. I smiled, and she went back to moving her ass on me.
    Payton yelled over the music at my asshole frat brother, “You know what I think?” She touched Andrew’s chest. “I think we should go under the waterfall.”
    Yep, she was definitely hammered.
    Andrew had his hands on Payton’s ass as he led her to the waterfall area I spent a big part of my day mounting to the ceiling. Good thing we had cement floors, or else cleanup in the morning would have been a bitch for the pledges.
    She tilted her head back, and water flowed from her face to her neck and down her shirt. The material suctioned to her like an extra layer of skin.
    My mouth went dry, and my red nylon basketball shorts suddenly were a little too tight in the crotchal region.
    That was my cue to get the hell out of there.

    The crisp autumn air chilled me from the inside out as I stepped into the back parking lot. I shivered, the perspiration clinging to my chest and arms like a wet blanket.
    Damn . I couldn’t even enjoy my own fraternity party. Payton had to ruin that for me, too. Honestly, I didn’t even know what happened the night after graduation. It was like she had just disappeared off the face of the planet when all the shit had gone down with her father’s arrest.
    I shoved my hands through my hair and took a deep breath. Fuck! Couldn’t she have at least called so I’d know she was alive? I’d tried so many damn times to find her when I got back from my trip with Ryan. I tugged at the roots of my hair again, the pain in my scalp numbing the ache in my chest where my heart used to be. Before it had been ripped out by the ice queen.
    So many fucking times I wished I could call her and just hear her voice. But when I’d tried, her number was