One Chance (Part 1)(13)
“We text everyday though,” I remind him.
“I know we do. Have you seen Liam yet?”
“No, but I’m not looking for him either,” I lie.
“I don’t get why you won’t tell him you’re there. He’s going to find out sooner or later.”
“When he does, that’s fine. It’s not like it would really matter anyway. I’m just enjoying my time here. He has his own stuff going on and I don’t need him to give me any crap.”
“Fine, I get it. I won’t say anything. We’re thinking of coming to visit soon.”
“Oh yeah, when?” I ask excitedly.
“We have our break coming up soon, so we were thinking of coming there to hang out, and then go home for Christmas break.”
“But if it’s before your break, what about your classes?”
“Oh, I already talked to my professors; they will let me turn in work early.”
“Sounds good. I’m going on the game on Saturday,” I say, switching subjects.
“Are you going to talk to him?”
“Hell no. You know how crazy their football games get.”
“True, forget I asked,” he says laughing.
We spend the next forty-five minutes catching up and making plans for their upcoming visit before break.
Before I know it, Saturday is here and we are getting ready for the big game. It’s cold in Michigan in November, so bundling up is a necessity.
“We are coming back to change before heading out to the party,” I tell Quinn.
“Definitely, I’m not going to a party looking like this,” she says as she’s layered up in clothes for the game.
“Great, well I’m ready, let’s go.”
We head to the game, which is already packed with crazy fans. We find our seats near the student section and we are in the front row near the center behind the goal posts.
“How the hell did we get front row?” I ask in amazement.
“Meg got them, remember?”
“Damn, she must know someone.”
“Obviously. These seats are awesome,” Quinn says, as she takes in the view. I can’t help but look around too. I’ve never been so close to the field before.
The game is absolutely crazy and Liam was on fire. He’s the quarterback and he threw touchdown after touchdown, it was great to see him in his element. The game was an absolute blast to watch, mainly because we kicked some serious ass tonight. Before I know it, Quinn and I are rushing home to change to head out to some parties.
“What do you think are the chances of me running into him tonight?” I ask Quinn as I stand in the doorway to her room.
“Probably pretty slim, because we haven’t run into him at a party yet and we’ve been to a hell of a lot of parties.”
“Good point, I’m going for cute but comfortable then,” I say as I head back towards my room to find an outfit for the night.
I settle on a pair of skinny jeans, Uggs, and green sweater.
“Damn that sweater really makes your green contacts stand out,” Quinn says surprising me.
“Good. Do I look alright?”
“You look hot for dressing down,” she says laughing. She’s standing there in jeans, high heeled boots, and a low cut black top.
“You look cute,” I say eyeing her outfit.
“Thanks. I’m hoping to see Ethan tonight.”
“Is he going?”
“Who knows,” she says frustrated. Ethan is a guy she met about a week ago, and she hung out with him once. Obviously she has a small crush, but she isn’t sure if he feels the same way.
“Okay, well I’m ready when you are,” I say as I grab my coat and small clutch.
“Yep, let’s go,” she says as she slips her coat on. We make our way across the campus to the fraternity house that’s hosting a hot party tonight. Some of our sisters told us about the party. We get to the house and the place is packed and the majority of people seem drunk already.
“Holy shit, looks like they all started before the game even ended,” I say eyeing the drunken crowd.
“This does not look fun,” Quinn says looking thoroughly disgusted.
“You should go to the house about four doors down. They aren’t so drunk and obnoxious there,” a guy says from behind us.
“Which direction?” I ask curiously.
“Walk out the door and make a right. It’s a much smaller party with a lot less drunks in it.”
“Thank you,” Quinn and I both say before heading towards the door as fast as our feet will carry us.
We make the short walk down to the house the guy just told us about and find it to be much closer to our liking. There are a few guys that are definitely drunk, but not anywhere near the last house.