XAVIER'S POV
"So, why are we here again?"
The loud music, cheap booze, and sweaty bodies wasn't something I was a fan of. Ophelia kept dragging me around her friend's mansion. I don't think she had a single clue about where she was going after her third drink.
"To spend time together. That's what friends do, don't they?"
Friends?
Really Ophelia!?
One second you kiss me on my rooftop and the next you call us friends.
"So now we are friends, Ophelia?"
Her head turned towards me at lightening's speed. It was a shock that she didn't crack her neck.
She opened her mouth to say something when an unfamiliar guy, who looked like the definition of a rich kid, approached her.
"Hey, Lia! Long time, no see. How have you been?"
The shock on Ophelia's face quickly morphed into a bright smile. With his baby blue eyes and the cockiness audible in his tone, he was definitely a player.
