Bet My Life

Chapter 3

"What the f**k"

Instinctively my head snapped to the speaker. Oh my.. In front of me stood the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He looked like he could easily pass off as a model for Calvin Klein. Like he was carved by Michelangelo himself. Hottie McHottie's body was so perfectly sculpted, his black tee hugging his perfect muscles. His face was so perfectly chiseled that it would put even Brad Pitt to shame. 

"Are you okay?"

My very obvious and embarrassing drooling session was interrupted by Hottie McHottie, who was now looking at me with a small frown on his perfect face. Blood rushed to my face as I took his extended hand and got up. 

"Sorry, just clumsy" I mumbled while trying my best to avoid eye contact with McHottie. My sneakers seem really interesting right about now. Wow, I really need to give it a wash. Or maybe throw them away.

"Don't be. After all, it's not every day that a pretty girl falls for me", he winked. Damn, he's smoother than a baby's bottom, and he knows it. This really isn't helping with the whole blushing thing. 

"Sorry 'bout that, and thanks for.." I trailed off nervously, not wanting to continue making a fool of myself. 

"Zoe, where have you been? I've been looking all over for you. I just scored an invite to the freshers' party tonight. Oh hey, who's your friend?" Izzie rambled in a go. Thank god my best friend has the best timing in the world. 

"Breathe, Izzie. Breathe." I gripped her shoulder and tried to calm her. 

McHottie chuckled at the scene and watched us with an amused smile. 

"Zoe, I'll be seeing you." He gave me a once-over and walked on the opposite side with a smug grin.

"Okay! Who in the name of sexy Hemsworth, was that??" Izzie shrieked, bouncing up and down. 

I snickered at her reaction, and looped our arms and walked towards our room while telling her all about the chance encounter.

"Dayum. McHottie was totally checking you out. I ship it!! Oh my, why am I so hyper today. Maybe I shouldn't have had the whole box of powdered donuts. Damn you, sugar rush." Izzie ranted while trying to fix her bed.

"Hold your horses, Izz. He was probably just thinking about what a clumsy i***t I am." I replied, taking her pillow and covers from her and arranging it properly. 

"Ouch. What the - Did you just flick me?" I stared at her with my eyes wide, rubbing the sore spot on my head.

"I did, and will gladly do it again if you don't stop being so stubborn. He was checking you out. He's got the hots for you. I wonder if he has a hot name, and a hot brother. For me, obviously." She stated, changing the topic, without even realizing it.

"Alright, stop fantasizing and go get dressed. I need alcohol in my system." I rolled my eyes, pushing her to her closet. 

"Gee, who knew you liked it rough. Alright, I'll go, don't s***k me." She pouted and ran. This girl is going to be the death of me. I put on my playlist and connected it to my speakers and started getting dressed. I decided on a red lace bodysuit and black leather skirt. I did my hair and makeup, put on my heels, and sat on the bed, waiting for Izzie. 

Just as I got off the phone after talking to mom, my best friend stood in front of me looking absolutely breathtaking. She wore an LBD with an oversized hoodie, put up her hair in a high ponytail, and paired the outfit with a choker and boots. 

"Someone's getting laid tonight" I whistled at her and gave her an overdramatic wink. 

"Right back at ya, babe."

We took our stuff and walked out to what was the start of the rest of our lives.