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He seems taken aback by my tone as he struggles to form the words. “I just wanted to apologize for last week. What happened upstairs...that’s not like me. I was really drunk.” He shakes his head, his eyes full of remorse.
“Being drunk is not an excuse,” I plainly state.
“I know. I know it’s not. I just...” He pauses, looking for the words to say. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry and it will never happen again.”
I pull my eyes from him, turning back to look at Eli. Judging by his tense muscles and rigid jaw, he’s on edge that I’m alone with Patrick again.
I take a moment to absorb Patrick’s apology. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s the fact that I don’t want to hold a grudge against Eli’s roommate, but I decide to forgive him for now.
“It’s okay.” I pause. “Well, it’s not okay, but don’t let it happen again, or I will never speak to you,” I say as sternly as possible. “And I’ll tell everyone I know what you tried to do.” He nods his head while listening to me.
“Not that I know many people, but you get the idea,” I add as he laughs at my awkwardness.
“I promise it won’t happen again.” He smiles down at me and leans in for a hug before I can even register what’s he’s doing. I don’t like him touching me, and I have no desire to hug him back, but I don’t know how else to get out of this situation. So, I uncross my arms that are sandwiched between our bodies and quickly pat his back so that it’ll be over.
After our uncomfortable embrace, I glance over at Eli, and his expression has changed from worried to pissed off.
Keeping my head down, I start walking back towards the table as Patrick follows behind. When I look up, I’m careful not to let my eyes wander to Eli’s face; I don’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes. When I do look up, I look to Marc, and his face is plastered with confusion. He doesn’t look concerned, because I don’t think he knows what happened upstairs last weekend, but he does look suspicious as to why I would be off talking to Patrick alone.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” I reassure Marc, but loud enough for Eli to hear.
Ali looks from me to Marc to Eli, then back to me again, but stays silent. There’s an obvious tension among the three of us.
“I wanna play beer pong!” Alyssa whines, putting her hands on the table and sticking her chest out.
“I’ll play!” Patrick chimes in. “Cali, you’re on my team,” he adds, nudging my shoulder with his.
“No, I don’t think—”
“Great. Maddison, you’re on my team then,” Alyssa states, interrupting me while wrapping her arm around Eli’s and looking at me as if she just won the unspoken contest we have going.
My eyes dart to Eli, who is glaring at me, clearly still annoyed that I was talking to Patrick. I can’t tell if he wants to play or not, but if he’s playing with Alyssa, then there’s no way that I’m not.
“Fine. Let’s play,” I tell her, alluding to more than just a game of beer pong.
Chapter 31
Eli
I have no desire to play beer pong right now, but there’s no way in hell that I’m letting Logan hang out with Patrick alone, especially after she’s been drinking. I have no idea what they were talking about, but seeing her laughing and hugging him rubbed me the wrong way. I know I’m probably overreacting due to the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed, but if she wants to flirt with him right in front of me, two can play that game.
I begin setting up our side of the table with ten cups forming a triangle shape, filling them with beer, and keeping an eye on our opponents. Patrick looks desperate, eager for Logan’s attention by cracking jokes, trying to make her laugh. It works, but I can’t tell if she’s flirting with him or just being polite.
“Maddison, you shoot first,” Alyssa tells me while biting her lip and grazing her fingers down my bicep.
I glance up at Logan, and she rolls her eyes in annoyance. Good. Now she knows how I feel.
Grabbing a ping pong ball off the table, I line up my first shot. Regardless of how drunk I am, I’m always good at this game. I look across to Logan, and without breaking eye contact, I shoot, and my ball lands into a cup somewhere in the middle of their triangle.
Logan shakes her head, a sly smile forming on her lips as she picks up the cup I made and drinks it down after taking the ball out.
“Baby!” Alyssa screeches loud enough for the whole house to hear. “Nice shot!”
Logan’s mouth slightly parts hearing the nickname Alyssa has given me. She has never called me ‘baby’ before, so I don’t know why Alyssa would start now, except to piss off Logan, which seems to be working.
It’s Alyssa’s turn to shoot. Standing at the end of the table, she bends over slightly, sticking her tits out. She shoots and misses the table entirely. I find myself desperately wishing she was good at this game, and not just because I’m competitive, but because it would be over that much sooner if she were.
“Cali, you shoot first,” Patrick says, picking up a ball and handing it to Logan.
