Chapter 7 Parties and revelations - Monet

"Do I look okay?" I turn around in the mirror to check my ass out in the jeans I'm wearing.

Fucking Cole is really starting to play with my mind with saying I'm not wearing enough clothes.

Chrystal looks me up an down. "You have a great ass, but I don't know about the top. Don't you have anything a little more flashy?"

The crop top is something I wear every day, and apart from curling my long, dark brown hair in loose waves and wearing some makeup, I do look like I'm just going to class.

She rummaged through her closet and pulls out a black, leather corset.

"This would look great on you."

She's right. I do look much better, but I have to go shopping.

"Which party are you going to?" She wants to know.

Unlike me, Chrystal has been fully immersing herself in the social culture, she's been going out almost every day this week alone. How she's going to stay up to date with her study load is beyond me, but to each their own.

"I have no idea." I shrug, looking into the mirror one last time. "I'm just tagging along with my friend."

"No open shoes if you're going to Greek row, and remember to never wear white." Chrystal gives me some advice.

"Thanks. And thanks for the top."

"That's what roommates are for." She starts going through her closet again, probably getting something to wear to go out too.

We might have gotten off the wrong foot with her wanting Cole and Luke's numbers. Or maybe I'm just too overprotective when it comes to that part of my life, but the girl really doesn't seem that bad.

Amy texts that she's downstairs, and I check my reflection one last time before I head down.

"Ooh, you look smoking!" She blows an imaginary gun, making me chuckle when he get in the car.

"You look great, too." She's wearing a mini dress, her legs on full display. "So where the hell are we going?"

"Just wait and see." She winks at me, and I knew it should've meant she's up to no good, but I sing along with her when she blasts the music, thinking that this is fun. It's great to have friends.

"Is this Greek row?" I ask, looking at the massive houses we pass with music blasting from a few of them, students everywhere.

"This is Greek row, baby." Amy beams, looking for a place to park. "One of the biggest in the whole country. My parents didn't want me to rush for a sorority yet, said I should find my feet first."

I don't think I'm someone who would want to rush for a sorority, from what I've seen there are just too many activities involved. I'm here to study, build connections in my field and hopefully have a great career one day.

We eventually find parking, and I tell her that maybe we should opt for an Uber in the future or something.

"Where do you stay by the way?" I ask curiously. "Which dorm?"

"I stay with my parents, close to campus." She answers noncommittaly, and I want to ask her more questions, because she doesn't have the signature Southern accent like the locals here.

She grabs my hand when we get out of the car. It's literally crazy outside, and I saw online that it gets even crazier when it's game day. I'm feeling both excited for Cole, and equally terrified.

This will be his second year to play, he wasn't the starting quarterback last year, but this year he is, and that's a lot of pressure in this school.

If maybe he wasn't such an asshole lately, we could've hung out and he could tell me his hopes, dreams and fears like he used to. His name has been dropped multiple times since I've been here, and I wonder what that expectation is doing to him mentally.

I don't even know what to tell Mom anymore when she asks me about him. I just keep on telling her he's crazy busy with the season coming up, which is probably true.

Also, I don't know what the hell he's on about the way I'm dressing, because a lot of the girls walking past us might as well be naked. In fact, I feel extremely overdressed, and it's hot as hell here too. I should've worn something short like Amy.

"Where are we going?" I ask her as she walks determinedly past some houses that looks like the party is overflowing in the front yard.

"Only to the best party on Greek Row!" She smiles. "Not anyone can get in."

"How the hell are we getting in, then?" We're freshman, I hardly know anyone here.

"Chill girl! I got us sorted."

The house she stops at, literally has a line with girls trying to get inside, each one dressed more skimpy than the next, and if that is the dress code here, we're definitely not getting in.

But Amy pulls me right up to the front of the line with girls protesting, and the guy who is putting bands on everyone's wrists, look the both of us up down.

"We don't want any trouble, Murray." He says to Amy before handing us each a red band that says U/21 on it.

"No trouble, I promise." She pulls me through the wide door that leads into the house, people dancing everywhere.

It literally looks more like a club than a house, and I'm in way over my head here.

She pulls me over to a bar, and one of the guys pouring drinks shakes his head and puts two cans of diet Coke on the counter.

"Do you know all these people?" I ask with a frown when she hands me the drink.

She's a freshman like me, so why are all the guys treating her like they know her?

"No!" She laughs. "But they know me!"

As far as I'm concerned, she's not famous. Or is she?

I follow her outside to the lawn in front of the house where there's a big screen playing football games while a DJ is playing music.

Then realisation dawns at me when I see a few familiar faces dancing in the crowd.

"This is a football party, isn't it?" I shout at Amy who looks like she won the lottery already swaying to the music.

"Best party on the row!" She shouts back. "I'm sure we can score a drink somewhere."

That's not going to happen, because Cole is probably somewhere in this crowd, maybe James too.

"So how did you get us in exactly?" I really want to know. This party looks more exclusive than the other houses we passed, and those girls standing in line probably want to get in on the action with all the players.

"I get an automatic pass as long as I don't drink."

"But why."

"Because I'm the head coach's daughter." She winks naughtily. "And I'm getting myself a player, he just doesn't know it yet."