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CHAPTER ONE
“Fuck it’s 1am already?”
For the past 3 hours, you have been alternating shifts from entertaining awkward conversations, drinking the cheap beer, to being pulled to the middle of the dance floor. It’s time that you go home from this scene to a lovely research essay you have been procrastinating to do that’s waiting for you at home on your desk just begging you to come back. Your work is borderline a struggling relationship with your significant other that you keep on ignoring but alas you’re here with Nobara.
Your lovely Nobara, always so full of life even though you are in the same department with the same projects, same deadlines, same research essay and yet she’s still out there drinking, living her life to the fullest. What you would give to have the same energy levels. Heading towards the dance floor in search of her, it seems that she finds you first since suddenly you’re being spun around to see her flushed face. Nobara says something you can't quite hear over the loud music while forcing your hips to move to the beat of the song. “What did you say?!” you yell in her ear, relaxing into her grip. She gets closer to your ear and says, “Did you see who’s here?!” you start to look around the room to figure out who she was talking about.
“I see no one of importance.”
“Gojo.”
Ugh. Definitely not a name you were hoping to hear. “I haven’t seen or heard him, so it’s best if I leave before I do.” Just hearing his name raises your blood pressure like no other, how women fall to his feet is beyond you.
“It’s been 2 years y/n, can't you just let it go?” Let it go? That bastard lied and used you, and you should just let it go? You can see that your face showed how you felt because Nobara started apologizing, “I’m sorry y/n, it’s just that we aren’t in High School anymore! We’re in our second year of college. Look around you!” she points to the crowded dance floor we were in, “There are hundreds of other guys to start something with! Go on, pick.”
“I’m not doing that, I'm calling an uber and going home. See you later?”
“Probably not, there's this girl who caught my eye a while ago. So I'll see you tomorrow.” She leans in to kiss your cheek goodbye, one final spin from her and you’re pushing your way out of the crowd and towards the kitchen for one last drink before you go. Thank the universe for some good ol’ Jack and Coke huh? One of the best creations the universe has ever made. You know what you wish these frat parties had? A designated person making drinks for everyone or maybe it’s just your laziness taking over your reasoning. Grabbing the cup, then getting ice, the Jack, then the Coke, and finally pouring it in the cup it just all seems so time consuming. Maybe you’ll cut out the Coke and ice, and just take a sh-
“They should have someone out here making drinks don't you think?"
You freeze and overfill your cup to where it’s three shots instead of one. You don’t need to look up to know who’s voice that is, instead you just give a curt nod in response.
“That’s a bit too much Jack in that cup for a girl like you.”
A girl like you? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You look up to see his stupid smirk looking down at your face.
Sighing and putting the bottle down. “Shouldn’t you be trying to fuck some random girl over there or did you run out of options already?”
“Y/N.”
“Gojo.”
Holding his stare, you raise the cup to your lips and throw back the three shots as clean as any normal human being can. However this is three shots of Jack and you can’t handle shots much less three, so you chug as much as one can and set the cup down.
Laughing at your attempt and reaching over to grab your cup “Like I said, a bit too much.” he hesitates and takes a look that’s too long for comfort. “Am I that disgusting that you can't even drink after me?' Rolling your eyes you go in to grab the drink out of his hands but he shoots you an irritated look and starts drinking what was leftover. Leaving him to finish your drink, you start walking away towards the patio exhausted from the small unfortunate events that have taken place tonight. What you need to do is finish your essay but what you want to do is throw yourself onto your bed and knock the fuck out but first things first, you need to call an Uber.
“Leaving already? Am I that disgusting to talk to?”
“What’s the address to this place?” pulling out your phone and getting on the app, you look up at him waiting for his response.
“I can take you home.”
“No thanks. Plus you have been drinking.”
“Only what you gave me.”
Skeptical, you look him up and down then let your gaze settle on his eyes. They weren’t red, his eyelids weren’t droopy either. Just those bewitching cold blue eyes staring back at you. “Just give me the address Gojo, I’m tired as fuck and I have this stupid psych class at 9 and I’m probably going to wake up late.”
“In exchange for the ride, you give me a copy of your study guide for Dr. Carlson’s class.”
Ah. His true colors shine, nothing is ever what it seems. Rolling your eyes and just setting the address to your current location instead, you start giggling. “So that’s why you offered to take me home and here I thought you were doing it out of the goodness of your heart!”
“Me? Good? Last time we talked you said that I didn't have an inch of good in me."
“And was I wrong? Just pay attention in class instead of trying to fuck everyone you see.”
Pouting and tired of the conversation, you finish paying for your Uber and start walking out the front door. You look down to your phone to check where your Uber is and see that they’re about 3 minutes away so you start walking outside away from all the noise and towards the sidewalk where all you heard were the crickets, wind, and the muffled songs playing from inside. It felt nostalgic and it really took you back to Prom where it all started.