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take another victory shot and dive into the next poor souls who dare to play against us. I sink the final cup, and that's three games in a row; we're still the undefeated champs. I'm still set on the more I drink, the better player I become.

We down our third we are the champions shot, and Jason dismisses himself, I'm sure, to go find his bed buddy for the night. I giggle as I spoke too soon since he's hovered over the back of the couch with his tongue jammed down Bridget's throat. It's a bit disgusting. I skim the room and notice a lot more people have arrived since we started playing. I walk back to the bar area to make myself yet another drink.

I am quite the popular one tonight, and I know it's because of my dress. I didn't get nearly the amount of attention at the last party when I had worn a sweatshirt and shorts. I pour myself my fourth, or maybe it's my fifth drink, I don't remember, all I know is that I'm feeling fabulous. I look around the room to see all the smiling faces of everyone having a great time. I decide to step outside to grab some fresh air.

I make my way through the crowd of horny male gawkers and some jealous female judgers. I step outside, and a nice warm breeze hits my face. The summer evening breeze is so lovely. I get to the bottom of the stairs, about to head into the garage to bullshit with people that I probably don't know or remember, when I get the brilliant idea to walk down to Luke's place. I'm sure it's all this liquid courage I've gained, but I don't have a single butterfly floating around in my stomach. The driveway seems a lot longer than I remember, and I badly want to sit down, but I keep going. I can see the light from the pole barn come into view. Well, neither his car nor his truck is parked outside.

I trip over a rock or something, probably my foot, and almost take a digger, but I miraculously recover without spilling even a single drop of my drink. I take a sip and continue my very stylish stumble to the door. I put my ear to it to see if I can hear any music or anything, but there's nothing. I get distracted from cupping my hand to my ear, realizing my face feels very warm. I feel around my face for a bit before I bring my focus back to the door. I turn the knob, but it's locked. I walk around the back of the pole barn, using the flashlight on my phone. I try the door on the backside, but it's locked too.

I peer through the window of the door, and it looks pitch black inside. I yell Luke's name a few times and knock on the door like a drunk idiot. I walk back around and stand under the light of the building. I fumble through my phone and tap his name on my screen. I hope and pray he answers this time around. Fingers crossed!

It's ringing, for the first time in six days and a hundred calls later, it's ringing. I pray Luke picks up and doesn't let it go to voicemail or hits ignore.

"Hello!"

Silent for a moment, surprised by what I hear on the other end. A women's voice is ringing through my ear. I hope I'm just really drunk, and Luke sounds like a girl right now.

"Um, may I speak to Luke, please?" I manage to spit out.

"He's indisposed at the moment," she softly replies.

My jaw drops. The words she speaks rip the strings from my heart, indisposed, what does that mean, and why is she answering his phone?

"What?" I ask in a confused panic.

Even my drunken state cannot fathom what I am hearing.

"He's currently unavailable," she whispers.

I can feel my heart sink into my chest and the tears well up in my eyes as I stand alone under the light of the pull barn.

"Oh, okay, thanks," I mutter quickly, then hang up.

A few tears race down my face as my vision becomes very blurry. I lean my back up against the door and slide myself gently to the ground. I take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and call him again once my vision has cleared some. It doesn't ring this time but goes straight to voicemail. I shouldn't have called him; he doesn't want to talk to me and is with someone else.

Chapter Seventy-Three

An arm crashes across my shoulder with a loud thud, and landing draped across my chest. My eyes fling open wide, and I look around, frozen in place. I do not recognize the room I'm in at all. Whose arm is this? Oh my God, did I have sex with some random guy from the party last night? I start to panic and think of how the hell I'm going to get off this bed as I continue looking around for clues of who's room this is and where exactly I am.

I continue to lay frozen, conjuring up a plan of escape. I hear a cough, more like clearing of the throat in a deep grumble. There is definitely a guy next to me. How in the hell did this happen! Was I that drunk to not even remember? The last thing I do remember was calling Luke.

The guy removes his arm from my shoulder and rolls over, I'm free to get the hell off this bed and out of wherever I am. I'm incredibly close to the edge, so I ever so slowly inch my body, stopping every movement I make to listen for the person next to me. He's now letting out a light snore, so I continue my quest to get off the bed. I fall off the bed while trying to be as quiet as I can. I land on the floor in