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"Amy!" someone shouted, after the door burst open and the sound of wood impacting the loud wall startled me.

"Good grief," I turned around, after throwing all my books on the floor, why my hands were more concerned about protecting me from the crazy person who came like a deranged person into the room, "Lucas Fowler, damn it, you scared me half to death!"I complained angrily to my friend, who came in surprise to the place where I was; I slipped into an empty room to organize my books, since I had just been able to buy them when the bank released the money that I had stupidly established to buy my supplies for the next semester.

I never imagined that in less than a week I was going to end up in economic disgrace because the second person I gave to survive had been vetoed from the only job she knew how to do and now she could not get a job, because she was already too old.

I had to spend the money for my supplies and books needed for my careers, to at least survive for a season with utilities paid. Where my grandfather had his apartment, at least it saved us from covering a service, since somehow they had managed to hang on to the light, however, the medicines he required and the food, took away the work payment of two months of vacation in which I suffered to get them.

My parents lived far away and I was not with them because of my studies. I had to move away from both of them, although it was not only because I had a dream to fulfill, but also because my father had fallen into alcoholism after my paternal grandmother died and my mother did not understand that it was no longer convenient for her to stay by his side; she was afraid of being alone, without a man to protect her, but she did not see that it was the opposite. He made sure to make her more and more miserable as time went by.

I tried to forget about what was going on between them to concentrate on my study, taking advantage of the fact that my grandfather still had his small dwelling in the city, in a neighborhood of death, it was clear, but I didn't care at all.

With my parents the habitat was worse, but at least I had the option of staying with my best friend Lucas and he lived in a room in the university residences; his rommie was very friendly and let me stay regardless of the fact that we were not very quiet.

"No time to complain, when we have a game to attend," he bent down to help me pick up the books I had thrown away because of him.

"Are you serious, all that for a match," I snorted and put things back where they belonged, "I don't like soccer and neither do you," I gave him a sidelong glance.

"Really Amy, you think this little boob goes for soccer," he asked quizzically, as if I had just said something crazy about him, "What did you do with Amy, soul that dominated my best friend's body," he questioned as he grabbed my cheeks and forced me to look into his brown eyes, wrapped in lids painted with cream colored shadow and mascara.

"I don't like to go and be bored, while watching sweaty men run all over the field."

"Sweaty men, Amy, lots of men!" she shook me repeatedly with excitement.

"If I say yes, will you buy me a pizza and a milkshake," I looked at him curiously.

"You're ungrateful, don't use your vulnerable little animal tricks to blackmail me," he pointed at me and I folded my arms, shrugging my body and looking at him in a naturally manipulative way to get him to give in. He snorted, "You're impossible, I don't know how you still don't make every man who crosses you lick the floor you walk on; you have a gift in that angelic face."

"I use it when it suits me."

"You use it only on me, you degenerate, why you know I don't refuse."

"Shall we go, the game starts in ten minutes and that's how long it'll take us to get to the stadium; maybe there's not even a seat to sit in anymore," I headed for the exit. Fortunately, I had a locker on my way to the back of the building where I took my classes.

"I have friends, Amy, they're holding my seat for me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you trying to make me hate you?"

"I know you never would, you love me," he hugged my shoulders and sighing, I played along.

My best friend had been the first person to speak to me after a long semester of study and loneliness; I was new to the city, so making friends and dealing with people I hadn't been used to talking to before, intimidated me in a shocking way. I closed in on myself and fell into the farthest corner of my head, there where no one could see me and I liked being with myself, I had no problem with it and loved wasting my time studying. However, Lucas appeared in my life like a rainbow in the sky when a strong storm was passing by.

He entered college at the same time I did, but he managed to hit it off with all the students faster than I would have and I was one of them. Maybe he thought it was a challenge to get my attention and that's why we ended up being best friends; the trust was mutual and the affection was mutual.

I could never wish I was anyone else.

"There's Evan, on the benches," he pointed to my other straight best friend, who was in his uniform, but without a helmet. He was standing next to some other guys, with his almost dark blue hair; he liked to paint his hair colorful and his personality was very similar to Lucas', they seemed more like best friends than me, but they didn't get along with each other for some reason.

"I hope they let him play this time," I said and followed him, after I went to get my food.

I looked at the people around me and most of them were wearing their college jerseys, supporting our university, as were students from the other fraternity and their respective players.

"I doubt it, this being such an important game," I rolled my eyes at my friend's less than encouraging comment.

However, apparently the coach thought the same thing, why didn't let him participate in any time, as if he was just the one piece of rescue in case someone got injured, which didn't matter too much.

The stadium rose up in excitement when the quarterback entered the field, after his team made good progress. I had seen that strategy in them before, putting in the best of their team a few minutes later to regulate or improve the scoreboard.

They began to shout his name throughout the stadium, making a thunderous echoing sound.

"Matt, Matt, Matt!" my screaming friend shouted along with the other students and the blond-haired man who was drawing attention to himself on the field, smiled and encouraged them even more to do buya. I rolled my eyes, covering my ears, "Biscuit!"

"I should have refused."

I didn't like places with too many people and even less so when they got loud; they took away the peace of the silence.

I freaked out when Lucas grabbed my shoulders and shook me mad about the match, as Matt's tackle gave them a huge lead and they were about to win. However, I was within an inch of throwing my best friend down the stairs, why he had surprised me again.

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"No, I'm not going to follow your inventions anymore," I pointed to Lucas from his bed, where he was resting from a crazy game.

Honestly, every time I propped him up, I realized that I hated soccer more and that I had absolutely no interest in watching sweaty men running after a ball like dogs.

"Amy, it's the party at the frat house."

"It's not even here, it's somewhere else," I crossed my arms under my head, closing my eyes.

"I don't want to go without you and Evan's going too."

"Good riddance."

I felt something fall on my face and surprised I sat up right away; I gave him a dirty look; "Stop mistreating me every time I refuse to do what you want."

"Come on and I'll never bother you again," he said and I looked at him squinting my eyes, not believing a word he said. It was clear that I had already been punished for the rest of my life with a friend who liked madness, while I liked peace, "In this month."

"That's enough for you," I got out of bed snorting.

"Yeah," he pranced in place and I rolled my eyes, "Let's go get you some clothes; running for home," he tugged my arm and we left his room to go in search of transportation to my grandfather's apartment.

An hour later I was standing in front of my closet pulling out and throwing away clothes that I surely wasn't going to fix, because they weren't his and I was stressing about that simple fact.

"Have some juice," came my grandfather with two glasses, which had a pink colored drink in them. I knew they were strawberries, why I loved them and no one but him would take the time to make something tasty for me.

"Thank you, Mr. Madden, you're an angel," Lucas thanked me with a smile and drank it as if he had been thirsty for several hours, "Agh, delicious, let's get on with it."

My grandfather looked at him strangely as he went back into the small closet to continue spreading clothes all over the place and I lifted my shoulders as he turned his curious eyes to mine.

"Thank you grandpa."

I gave him a kiss on the hundred and after his smile, fights with Lucas and lots of stressed sighs, we were standing in front of what looked to my eyes like an overly large event center. It must have held at least five thousand college students and chaperones.

"I'm very uncomfortable," I confessed, as we surrounded ourselves with people and at the same time I tried to arrange my dress, so that it wouldn't ride up too high, since it was enough the fact that it was mid-thigh, so that because it was attached to the body it would ride up with any movement. The only thing I liked about it was the chain that went around my lower back, showing that I didn't have a bra on, otherwise, it seemed uncomfortable to wear it.

If I were a person addicted to attention and who didn't mind having her nipples highlighted in the fabric or her butt almost half exposed and a completely bare back that left everything to the imagination, I might be in a better mood.

"Gotta start having fun and meeting men," my friend said and I sighed, after he started pulling me to the bar to drink, "Two of the strongest drink you have, handsome," I turned my face as I saw the bartender give him a short smile, realizing it hadn't been me who told him that.

"You sure?"

"We came to get a little crazy."

"No, we didn't. I want a simple beer," I interrupted and the man wasted no time detailing me down to my thighs where I could see him. I felt him take off my clothes and put them back on. I snorted without being noticed.

"You would have stayed home drowning your sorrows with that, but that's not what we came for," he snorted and practically stepped between me and the bartender so I couldn't order anything. I rolled my eyes, "A mix would be nice."

"Smoke bath?"

"Oops, yes, please."

I folded my arms in annoyance, but quickly realized that it highlighted my breasts and lifted my dress, so I immediately went back to the previous position.

"Hello gorgeous," I heard the voice of someone I knew and smiled.

"Hi Evan," I said and heard someone squeak behind me; I knew it was Lucas.

"Hi to you too," the blue haired one said, putting his arm around my shoulders. The brunet only deigned to roll his eyes and fell silent, "How nice that he hates me."

"Don't say that, he's going to like you someday," I replied and he broke away from me to look at me, which made me uncomfortable.

"Who are you?"

I snorted; "Lucas made me."

"He put you up to it?"

"No."

"Then he didn't make you," I bit my lips, why she was right. I had put it on myself, however, he was so insistent it was driving me crazy. I ended up giving in, "Are you going to pick up men today," he asked trying to tease. I knew perfectly well that to me such things came and went, I wasn't interested at all.

"No one deserves me."

"Then you're going to stay alone, forever," she tousled my hair and walked away with a smile.

Sometimes I hated them both.

I ended up drinking two glasses of what Lucas had ordered, because they looked so appetizing with the smoke coming out of the glass and that striking blue color.