Copyright This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright ? 2015 by C. C. Cartwright Cover Design by Louisa Maggio of LM Creations
ONE
LEXI
I have let Deena corrupt me, at least in my mind. First of all, I’m going home to San Clemente this weekend to meet up with Luke Morton, or should I say hook up with? Luke and I were serious during our senior year in High School. We’re pretty much over and done with in my opinion. I think he cheated on me. I don’t have any solid proof, it’s not like I walked in on him and caught him in the act. I just saw some incriminating evidence on his phone. Suggestive texts from some girl named Kat. Luke has been calling and texting me, begging me to give him another chance and come home to see him.
I do miss him, being separated by the distance and being in different colleges, we’re in different worlds now. It’s probably best to sever all ties. Then I can do what I want and he can too.
However, this weekend I have every intention of sleeping with him one last time and getting a souvenir to take back to the girls as proof. This will be an easy Close Encounter, as long as my heart doesn’t get in the way. You know how hearts can be, it’s like they have a mind of their own.
I have met a couple of interesting guys at the frat parties I’ve been to. The Sigma Chi house had the hottest guys and the bodies on them! The Fiji party was wild with mass quantities of alcohol being consumed. I can see why they call it the Animal House. Two guys asked me for my number and if they call me, I can have two more Close Encounters after Luke.
I came home this weekend because Luke wouldn’t let up on the texts and phone calls until I agreed. I will love him and leave him this weekend, give him a dose of his own medicine. Luke goes to the University of San Diego and we both grew up in San Clemente, a beautiful coastal city in sunny Southern California.
It’s Saturday night and Luke brought me to my favorite restaurant in town, Nick’s. Luke is pulling out all of the stops to get me back by bringing me here; we have a lot of memories together at Nick’s.
“How’s school going for you?” Luke asks.
“Really good, I love USC,” I reply.
“How do you like San Diego?”
“It’s alright, the campus is a little remote and quiet. Not much partying going on. How are your roommates, you share an apartment with three girls right?” he asks.
“They’re great, we all get along which is a relief. Clarissa and Deena are in sororities. Deena is the partier and a little wild, but she keeps things lively to say the least,” I say with a small smile.
“Have you been going to any parties?”
“I have been to a couple of frat parties with Clarissa and Deena.”
“How were they?” Luke asks with a hint of jealousy in his voice. As if he owns me anymore.
“The Sigma Chi party was fun, they had good music. The Fiji party was much wilder, lots of alcohol consumption. They’re known to be the Animal House of the Row.”
“Did guys bother you?”
“What do you think?”
“They better not have.”
“Look Luke, even if they had, you have no say in the matter anymore.”
“Lexi, I want us to get back together.” When hell freezes over I think to myself. I don’t think I’m going to be able to go through with sleeping with him tonight. It will give him false hopes.
“Luke, I think it’s time we both moved on and enjoyed college life.”
“Why is there someone else you want to start dating?” he asks in a sarcastic tone of voice.
“No, not really. We can still be friends, but not lovers,” I reply. He looks down at his hands that are playing with his water glass.
“Then why did you agree to come home for the weekend if you didn’t want to get back together?”
“You were relentless with the texting and phone calls, I had to come and tell you in person.”
“You still don’t believe that nothing happened between me and that girl Kat,” he says, still brooding.
“Luke, honestly it doesn’t even matter to me anymore whether you did or you didn’t. I just don’t think we were meant to be,” I say, hoping that doesn’t sound too harsh, but it’s the truth.
TWO
CLARISSA
While I’m getting ready to go over to Grant’s tonight I receive a text from him.