LIFE AFTER DEATH.

PARTY SHENANIGANS 3

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" Hi, " Scott finally spoke, " I'm Scott. " He was big, broad, and tall, so it enabled him to stare down at me.

I swallowed saliva and thought of what to say.

" You're Amaka, right? "

He knew my name, it made me believe that all he'd done wasn't a spur of the moment, it was planned. And all I needed to know was why.

" I'm also shocked. " I tried catching my breath, Scott was edging even closer to me and letting me see the full width of his face. It was perfectly sculpted. Scott must be a lover of the gym, with the way his muscles hugged my tiny body.

" I'm so sorry about the kiss. "

He apologized with a smile that didn't go with his claims. I nodded.

Scott took a deep breath and slithered to my ears with a warm whisper.

" I just didn't want anyone else talking to you. "

At that instant, I shivered. My n*****s got hard quickly and the hair at the back of my neck stood. For a moment, Scott's words took my body just like his actions did before, leaving me to face the consequences alone. But the later time was different, a part of me relished the feeling.

I subconsciously began to feel comfortable. I relaxed on Scott's broad arm, letting his tough skin massage mine. I laughed at the jokes he told and engaged in concurrent eye contact with him. He offered me snacks and I accepted. When he offered me alcohol, I knew I had to act smart about it.

I couldn't let him know that it was my first time and I also couldn't consume much. Thank goodness that there were other distractions around, which enabled me to dispose of it. His cologne added to the carefree and lavish lifestyle I perceived of him.

We became oddly close, even closer than we were before. His fingers were in my hair now as we conversed. The little alcohol I sipped still affected me, but I was still in control of my actions. I was proud of myself, I was also alert. At least I thought I was until I met with Jojo's face again, and it disorganized my formation.

Her brows had moved and met with each other in the middle, that was the highest amount of tense I'd seen her be. Firstly, I adjusted my stance, I partially drifted away from Scott and continued monitoring her. It would have been hard if she hadn't been looking directly at me but that wasn't the case.

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" Are you okay? "

I had somehow alerted Scott and his focus on me.

" Uh... I'm__

" Do you need more snacks or booze? " He tried placing his arms back on me, but I wasn't the way I was a second ago, all thanks to Jojo.

" Did I do anything wrong? " He consciously asked.

Scott closed the gap I gave again, still trying to regain physical contact with me.

I shot another look at Jojo and her eyes were calling, daunting and fiery. They shot a bizarre glance at me, causing me to spring up from my feet and dash to where I hoped the restroom would be.

I was relieved to see the toilet door, which meant I was heading in the right direction.

But I worried that Scott might be coming after me, and I caught a short whiff of his body movement. How would I then explain my actions? Just when I was getting comfortable, I let Jojo mess with my head.

Maybe it wasn't too late, maybe I could salvage what I got. I paced briefly with my hands, putting my hair in place. I took a deep breath and proceeded to tear the door open. I expected to see Scott but someone else was standing in front of me. It was that art boy, Tyler.

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