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  Party Boy Love Story

  Bad Boy Teen Romance

  Grace Wilkinson

  Party Boy Love Story

  Copyright © 2018 by Grace Wilkinson

  Published by Grace Wilkinson

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  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  I parked my car outside the loud, lit up, house. It was close to campus, just a few blocks down. This was where everyone would be tonight, and when my friends invited me, I couldn't turn down the offer. You could say that I was forced into going.

  "Ready?" my friend, Jasmine, asked me. I sat frozen in the driver’s seat. I had to admit, I was scared. Jasmine and I didn't belong here tonight. We were the new freshman of NYU and half the kids here at this frat party were seniors or juniors in college. Jasmine forced me to go since she had talked to one of the senior girls in her advanced English class this morning. The girl just so happened to invite us.

  "No," I finally said, "I don't even know any of those kids."

  Jasmine leaned her head back in frustration, "God, Emily. Lighten up a bit and learn to have some fun."

  I turned my head towards her. "Jasmine! Are you insane or something? Half the kids in there are going to look at us wondering why were even here. We're freshman, nobody wants us here."

  She narrowed her eyes and laughed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

  "They are tricking us, Jasmine. They aren't trying to be your friend."

  She shook her head, muttering something I couldn't hear, before stepping out of my car. I debated on just driving away but then I realized I couldn't leave Jasmine here alone at this frat party. For all I know she'll get lured in by some player and be forced to hook up with him. Or even worse, she'll get completely wasted and have nobody to drive her home safely.

  I unlocked the doors and stepped out, running through the grass on the front lawn to get to her on the front porch.

  "Glad you decided to join me." She smirked, knocking on the front door.

  I looked at her as if she were crazy. She was knocking on the front door even though music was blasting and nobody could hear her knock from inside. This was college. Nobody even needed to be invited to parties, you just show up.

  I shook her hand off the door handle and made my way inside. As soon as I entered the smell of alcohol filled my nose. I looked over to my right and saw a few boys chugging from the keg in the corner of the living room. Then, to my left, there were a group of frat boys standing over a few girls who were getting ready for body shots.

  "So," I yelled over the music, "Where's your friend?"

  Jasmine narrowed her eyes at me before saying, "She is around here somewhere."

  I looked around even though I had no idea how this girl looked. I turned around towards the kitchen and saw another group of frat boys sitting on the kitchen counter talking to another group of girls. No matter which way I turned, there was not a single freshman in sight.

  "Found her!" Jasmine grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen.

  As we approached Jasmine's 'senior friend' I began to notice how pretty she actually was. Long dark hair and really green eyes. Her skin was so olive it shined in the bright light.

  "Hi, Natasha!" Jasmine smiled as she walked into the kitchen. Natasha turned her head towards Jasmine and smiled.

  "Hi!" Natasha shouted, wrapping Jasmine in a hug, "You came."

  Jasmine let go of Natasha's embrace and started, "Yeah, I brought my friend Emily."

  Natasha glanced over at me and smiled, I smiled back and said hello. I stood there awkwardly and before I knew it, Jasmine was being pulled away into another room with Natasha.

  I stood in the middle of the kitchen, awkwardly. I didn't know what to do. Maybe I should get a drink? Maybe I should leave and sit in the car for the rest of the night?

  After a moment of contemplating I decided I needed a drink. I was parched and my throat was dry. I walked over to the counter and pulled open the fridge door, grabbing a Mike's Hard Lemonade and undoing the cap. I took a sip before I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

  I turned to face the person standing in behind me. It was a fraternity boy, just my luck. His hair was in a heap of curls, but styled just right. His eyes were emerald green and his skin was tan. I couldn't help but stare. I stared too much, in fact, that he had to ask me his question three times before I actually comprehended.

  "Do you want to play a game? We need one more player." I could hear his deep voice over the loud music. His lips were so pink and plump I couldn't help but stare.

  "What game?" I snapped out of my trance and got back on topic.

  "Come with me." He leaned his head towards the living room and I started to follow him. As I stepped inside the room I placed my drink down on the carpet and sat down next to him on the floor. There were other people in a circle with us and I still had no idea what game we were playing. I just hoped it didn't involve drugs.

  "See this piece of paper?" The boy with the dark curls hung a tiny piece of paper in the air and continued, "You have to keep it against your mouth, and if it falls.. you have to kiss the person next to you. The goal of the game is to pass it along the circle as many times as you can, only using your lips."

  I have heard of this game before but never actually had a chance to play it. After all, this was my first college party. I nodded my head and watched as the boy sitting to my left handed the paper to a girl across the circle. She sucked the paper against her lips and passed it along. I watched as each person sucked in his or her breath to keep the paper from falling. One kid, right next to the boy that invited me to play, almost lost his grip on the paper which caused the attractive boy sitting next to me to erupt in a fit of laughter. As he turned towards me the paper fell from his lips and he leaned his head back laughing once again.

  I realized, I didn't even know his name and now we would have to kiss.

  How wonderful.

  Before I knew it, he grabbed my face with his hand and pressed
his lips against mine. I could feel his tongue pressing against my lips, fighting its way inside my mouth. Eventually, I let the kiss turn into a make out. It seemed like forever before I was able to breathe again. As I let go of our lips, everyone in the circle clapped.

  "Nice job, Dylan. Way to hook up with the freshman!" one boy shouted. He wore the same shirt as Dylan. It had their fraternity symbol on it.

  Dylan turned towards me, his eyes were wide. Even though the room was dark, I could still see their green glow.

  "Wait," he closed his eyes and asked, "You're only a freshman?"

  I blinked and took swallowed hard, "Uh," I tried to find the words, "Uh, Yeah."

  Dylan's eyes widened, "Seriously? You look so much older. Usually we don't allow freshman to stay but you're hot. So stay as long as you want."

  I blushed, I felt my cheeks stinging and becoming hot.

  "Oh one more thing." Dylan turned back around before exiting the room with his other frat friends, "You're probably the only freshman I know that makes out that good."

  I smiled and he winked at me before turning the corner down the hall.

  Chapter 2

  I was left alone, again. Trying to find my way around the crowded frat house was impossible. There were so many people packed into one small area. I saw the patio windows open in the kitchen and decided to look outside for Jasmine.

  To my surprised, she was standing on the diving board with Natasha. They both looked wasted beyond belief. Jasmine's dress was soaking wet and her hair was dripping. I walked over to her, ready to tell her it was time to head back to the dorms.

  "Jasmine!" I shouted over the music.

  She stumbled around to face me, still standing on top of the diving board.

  "Oh," Jasmine laughed uncontrollably, "Emily, come join us!"

  "Jasmine, get down we're going back to the dorms." I insisted, grabbing her arm and pulling her down to the ground.

  She whined, "Don't be such a party pooper."

  I narrowed my eyes. "Jas, get down you're drunk."

  Jasmine laughed between words, "I know I am."

  "Yeah, and that's exactly why we're leaving."

  She groaned and then walked out back towards the car with me. As we passed the living room I saw Dylan once again. He was playing what looked to be a game of 'Truth Or Dare'.

  How immature are these college kids?

  I held onto Jasmine's arm and tried my best to keep her from stumbling and falling down. Her makeup was smeared and her eyes had dark rings around them because of her makeup that was getting wet.

  "You're taking a shower when we get back. I'll walk you to the showers." I say, starting my car and driving back towards campus.

  She nodded her head and closed her eyes. This was the first time I have ever seen Jasmine drunk. I should have watched her the whole night instead of hooking up with the most popular Frat Boy at NYU.

  As well pulled up to the dorms, I helped Jasmine out of the car, grabbed a change of clothes for her from our dorm and then walked her towards the showers.

  "Here," I said, handing her her clothes as she stepped into the shower. I sat on the benches inside the big bathroom.

  I prayed Jasmine wouldn't slip so I didn't have to go and help her inside the shower. I knew we were both screwed. Tomorrow, I start my classes at eight in the morning and Jasmine starts at nine. I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. After all, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

  I heard the shower water turn off and Jasmine stepped out, only wearing her towel.

  She groaned as she sat next to me on the bench. Some part of her was back to normal. "I have a headache. I need to go to sleep."

  I turned away from her as she stepped behind a wall to change.

  "Are you skipping classes tomorrow?" I asked, staring at the wall.

  She was silent on the other side of the room. "Maybe."

  She slurred her words and stepped out from behind the wall wearing pajama shorts and an old t-shirt.

  "Let's get back to the dorm." I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. I walked up the stairs to our dorm and unlocked the door. I realized I hadn't even bothered to take a shower while I was down there. I was too focused on getting Jasmine safely back into our room.

  I watched as Jasmine collapsed onto her bed. Then, I grabbed my bag full of face wash, toothpaste, mouthwash and pajamas. I closed the door behind me and walked back down the hall. I could hear laughing somewhere down the narrow halls. It was coming from the same floor.

  As I stepped into the showers, I pulled off my white skater skirt and placed it on the bench next to me. Then, I undressed the rest of myself. I made sure the water was hot. I refused to take a shower unless the water was scorching. I guess you could say it was a weird habit of mine, but it relaxed me.

  I stood underneath the hot water and closed my eyes. As I was rubbing the shampoo into my scalp all I could think about was Dylan. I hardly knew anything about him but he was the best kisser I have ever met. I hardly doubt he remembers me anymore, though. I'm just another girl added to his list of many kisses.

  I finished washing up, washing my face, drying off, and changing. Once I was done, I stepped over to the mirror and brushed out my wet hair and brushed my teeth.

  Once I was done, I walked back towards my dorm room and crashed.

  My alarm went off at seven o'clock. My usual early morning routine was to get dressed, get coffee and go to my first class of the day. I looked over at Jasmine. Her mouth was hanging open and her hair was bunched up across her head. She was out, cold. There was no way she was going to her classes today.

  I pulled on a pair of sweats and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I added a little mascara just to make it look like I actually tried this morning. I grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door. The Starbucks kiosk was close to our dorm complex, which was convenient. I rushed over to the kiosk, trying to order quickly since my English class started in less than ten minutes. I stood in line waiting for my turn to order, when a group of frat boys cut in front of me.

  "Uh," I was trying to tell them off but my voice came out small, "Excuse me?"

  One of them turned around and gave me a dirty look, "What do you want?"

  I narrowed my eyes before saying, "You just cut me."

  He laughed, along with the others. "We don't care."

  I was about to let it go, but then I realized these frat boys needed a piece of mind, "Listen frat brats, just cause you're in a cute little fraternity house doesn't mean you can cut everyone in line."

  They each turned around again, but I wasn't scared.

  "Well," a tall blonde boy began, "You're a fucking freshman, we can do whatever we want to you. We're older remember?"

  I laughed dryly. "Wow, great comeback. Use that every year on the new freshman?"

  He grit his teeth now. I still stood there until a hand rested on the blond's shoulder. I recognized him right away. It was Dylan. His hair was styled in a quiff that made his hair full of volume and shiny.

  "Max, calm down." Dylan begged. I could see the bags under his eyes. He must have been up late last night.

  "I'll go behind you." Dylan looked towards me and stepped behind me in line.

  "Screw freshman." Max said under his breath before grabbing a coffee one of the frat boys bought.

  I waited in line before ordering a vanilla bean frappé. As I was waiting I turned around and faced Dylan.

  "Last night was fun." I blurted out of my mouth, not think of what I just started.

  He looked up from his phone and stared at me like I was crazy, "Do I know you?" he asked.

  I felt my stomach drop, "Yeah, I played that game with you last night."

  He stood there staring at me for a few seconds before laughing. "Oh! You're Ashley."

  I narrowed my eyes in confusion before clarifying, "No, I'm Emily."

  "Oh.. my bad. Lot's of stuff happened last night." He pressed his teeth together and made a weird sound with his lips.
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  "It's fine. Just forget it." I turned back around. Why the hell did I even think he cared about our make out session last night? Like I said before, I was just another pointless girl added to his list. I grabbed my frappé and turned back around.

  "See you around, Ava." Dylan smiled before looking down at his phone again.

  It's Emily. I was about to tell him again, but I realized it was pointless he would forget again anyway.

  But, I wouldn't forget about him.

  Chapter 3

  I walked into class right as my English professor started his lesson. I took a seat in the third row and pulled out my laptop. I placed my coffee down on the table and sat back in my chair. I couldn't stop myself from constantly thinking out Dylan. The way he looked this morning was so cute. His letterman jacket fitting him just right and his hair styled so perfectly. His lips were so pink and plump it made me want to kiss him all over again.

  Just then, the door swung open and in came him. As if on cue, he walked in carrying his MacBook Pro and his coffee. He exchanged words with the professor before walking up the stairs towards the desk directly behind me.

  I wanted so badly to turn around and see him staring at me.. but I knew he was probably just opening his laptop and typing the notes our professor had put on the projector.

  When class was dismissed, I sat down for an extra minute, packing everything back into my bag. I shut down my laptop when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.