Chapter One
Summer Before Senior Year of College, Age 21
My head is pounding as I try to wake up. I’m all tangled in my bed sheets. I pry my eyes open to glance at the clock, which is sitting on my bedside stand. It’s three in the afternoon. Damn, I’ve slept all day. I need to get my ass in gear.
I’m so over college and it hasn’t even started for the semester yet. I was hoping the beginning of my senior year at Indiana University would be more eventful, but it’s been very boring. I’m ready to graduate, but I’m not completely ready to leave Bloomington to go back to Indianapolis. I’m sure I’ll have many job opportunities here, but in Indy, there will be higher paying positions.
As I get out of bed, I can’t remember if I had a chick in here last night. She isn’t here now, if I did. I’m quite the ladies’ man here on campus, and the women I sleep with know that I’m not looking to settle down. I have plenty of numbers in my phone for a hook up whenever I need it. I use women for one thing—sex.
I’m heading to the bathroom so I can get this day started with the three S’s: shit, shave, and shower. Preferably in that order. You’re probably wondering who I am. Well, the name is Chet Lee Boston, and I’m twenty-one and the only child to Chris and Bree Boston.
My dad is a lawyer, and my mom? Well, um, she’s a socialite. Heavy on the social. She’s not a cheater or anything, just very well-known as my father’s wife. I learned a lot from her growing up. I’m a business major since I decided I didn’t want to work at my father’s law firm. I didn’t want to have to worry about my skeletons coming out of my closet. I have some secrets that no one needs to know about.
Last summer, I went back home to stay with my parents during summer break. That didn’t go over so well. Got in a little trouble with the police, and so I decided I would stay down here and hopefully stay out of trouble. More like not get caught doing what I’m not supposed to be doing.
I love to party. I hit up parties wherever I can find them. I have a lot of friends in the frats, so I can often be found at a few parties a night on the weekends. I’m not much of a drinker. I mean, I can hold my own, but my drug of choice is cocaine. Luckily, when I was busted last year, it was for alcohol instead of coke. I don’t think my dad could have gotten me out of that, but who knows? He knows many people behind the scenes.
After I finish showering, I head to my room, and I hear someone opening the front door of the apartment. My roommate must be home. I pick out the clothes I want to wear when I go out later on. I’m sure there will be a party or two to hit up.
“Hey, bro. What up?”
“Not much. Heading to a party over at Derrick’s later. Wanna hit it with me?”
“Sure.”
“The softball team is supposed to come, and I heard there are a few new hotties on the team.”
“Right on, man. I can’t wait.” I give him a high-five as he goes to his room. I head in the kitchen to look for something to eat.
There’s not much in the fridge. Just some leftovers and alcohol. I grab the leftovers and a beer. I’ll drink while I’m waiting for my food to heat up in the microwave.
This party tonight should be a blast, especially if there are fresh chicks to hook up with. Normally, the athletic scholarship girls aren’t looking for a relationship. They’re never around long enough to see anyone. That works out perfectly for me.
I finish eating and go see if Matt is finally ready to roll. I grab some of my stash because I’m sure I’ll want a hit later on. We’re heading to this dude’s house that I’ve only partied with a few times. He seems like he knows pretty much everyone who is everyone on campus. My kind of party.
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The party’s in full swing when we get there around nine. The ladies’ clothes are falling off. Oh yeah, I should be able to score
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