Intertwined Destinies

CHAPTER SIX

ABIGAIL

"Would you prefer a beer or a cocktail? I am very good at making cocktails,” Alec tells me with a smile, and I look at him in surprise, because for a moment I forgot that he was standing next to me.

"I don't know," I answer honestly.

"I will make you a soft cocktail, can it be a margarita, or do you prefer a mojito?" he asks me.

“The mojito is too strong for her,” responds a voice behind us, and I don't have to turn around to know it's Ezra speaking.

"So, a mojito it is," I tell Alec with a smile, and he looks from one to the other with curiosity.

"Do you know her?" I hear the girl who made the nasty comment ask Ezra.

"A little," he responds evasively and then walks over to me.

"You shouldn't have that if you are not used to drinking alcohol," Ezra tells me with an annoyed tone, and I can tell from his breath and the red in his eyes that he is not completely sober right now.

"And you shouldn't tell me what to do and what not to do, we hardly know each other and the last time we spoke you ignored my message, so I don't understand your sudden interest in my sobriety," I reply.

He frowns and walks away from me again without saying another word, so I walk over to Alec and watch him as he prepares our drinks, a couple of minutes later I see out of the corner of my eyes that Ezra is leaving the kitchen with the girl that made the unpleasant comment, and when we go out together with Alec to the living room, I see them climb silently to the second floor, and again that strange feeling makes my stomach turns.

However, I try to ignore it and focus on Alec's explanation of how beer pong is played, and other games that are taking place all over the place, and I notice the curious looks of people on me, accompanied by some comments like the ones that girl did when I walked into the kitchen, and I can see that Alec seems sorry for it and tries his best to distract me with chatter about whatever comes to mind.

The mojito he made for me I liked a lot, so I ask him to make me another one, and an hour later, when I already go for my third mojito, I decide to try my luck at beer pong, Alec, one of his friends and I become a team, while other two boys, including the birthday boy, and a brunette girl with perfect features and curly hair, set on the opposite side to play as our opponents.

I miss the first shot, so I have to drink the contents of a cup of beer that is next to me and that does not seem very healthy, but the effect of the mojitos makes me lose my qualms quite quickly and as soon as I put the glass on the table completely empty, I hear applause all around and more people gather to watch the game.

However, after my second failure and second empty cup of beer in a few moments, I start to catch the shot at the game and each time I managed to score the ball in the opposing cups, winning even more applause and congratulations, especially from Alec who seems pretty proud that I am playing alongside him.

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By the end of the game, I have had a total of three mojitos and three cups of beer and I feel like the room is starting to spin, so I tell Alec I will go out on the terrace a bit to get some fresh air, he offers to accompany me, but I tell him that it is not necessary and his friend drags him with him to another game of beer pong, so I go to the back of the house where there is a terrace lit by some lanterns, and there is only one couple sitting in a corner who seem to be in a heated argument over his lack of attention to detail.

I walk over to the wooden railing and look out into a small garden directly ahead, feeling a little queasy but happy to be at my first college party, and to have made at least a couple of friends who didn't look at me like a weirdo or made nasty comments about me, suddenly, I feel a hand land on my back and I turn so fast that I feel a wave of nausea wash over me, but I control it by taking a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" Ezra asks me with concern.

"Yes," I reply simply.

"It looked like you were having fun in there," he tells me, and I nod.

"It was fun, not as much as what you were doing, but it was pretty good," I reply, and I feel myself get surprised by the accusing tone of my words.

He raises his eyebrows in a shocked expression, and looks at me with curiosity.

"And what was I supposed to be doing?" he asks me seeming amused.

"I don't know," I answer evasively and looking out into the garden.

"So how did you know I was having fun?" he asks in a mocking tone, and I frown.

"Were you having fun?" I ask him immediately, and then internally curse myself for being so stupid.

“Not as much fun as I would have if I was accompanied by someone else,” he tells me putting his finger under my chin so that I look into his eyes, and I feel the blush rush to my cheeks.

"Then you should be more careful when choosing your company, so that later you are not disappointed," I reply, and I see a smile begin to form on his face.

"You are much more talkative when you are a little drunk," he says mockingly, and I frown.

"I am not drunk," I reply stubbornly.

"Of course you are, that little friend of yours put too much alcohol in those mojitos," he says with a tone that denotes danger, and I just watch him absorbed in his face, noticing for the first time his features, bushy eyebrows, gray eyes framed by long lashes, slightly crooked nose, I suspect it is the product of one or more fractures, his upper lip is slightly fuller than the lower one and his jaw is strong and sexy, he is sexy, but for some reason, his face seems familiar.

However, before I can comment on it, I notice his face approaching mine and I feel his breath brush my face making my skin crawl.

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