HAZEL
“It’s nothing,” Kelly grabs my arm, moving closer to my side. We are on the front porch of the frat house. There’s a party tonight, following the team’s win. “Whoever had posted that photo was merely trying to start some drama. Ignore it.”
“I am not thinking about it.” I pat her arm, then I wave to one of Asher’s team members. He’s doing a funny dance on the lawn, rolling his hips and twerking. There’s a bottle of whisky in his hand. A few feet away, a couple of cheerleaders sit, watching his display.
Music continues to blare from the speakers outside. There’s a couple making out by the pillar. Another couple is chatting on the sofa outside. Someone is smoking weed by the steps. Kelly and I have to side step the weed smoker in order to get on the porch.
She is wearing a cute li
