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    College day life was already the shit.
    But being introduced to college night life took my experience to the next level. I initially assumed there wouldn’t be a lot I could do since I wasn’t twenty-one, but off-campus house parties opened up a whole new can of worms.
    I had attended my share of house parties back in high school, but they were nothing compared to what I walked into with Cam. I could already tell he lived for this shit, while I on the other hand, preferred to be a little more observant before I just went balls to the wall. We walked through the crowd with Cam stoppin’ to dap up just about everybody we passed until we made it to the kitchen that was a little less crowded. Cam grabbed a drink for himself and handed one to me. I took a short sip and could immediately tell the alcohol to juice ratio was way off so I would have to take it slow if I wanted to last the whole night.
    “Mmm, you see who just walked in?” I looked to the door and saw a girl that surprisingly looked a little like Ava but was a few shades darker and missing the red hair.
    “Who’s that?”
    Cam wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in to answer, “That would be Avery, Ava’s little sister.”
    Wait a minute.
    That’s who Ava was tryna hook me up with?
    I mean the girl was cute for sure but looked a little too high maintenance to be anywhere near my type. She must’ve made eye contact with Cam because she was already headed our way by the time I finished my second sip.
    “Cam baby, what’s up? How you been?”
    She gave Cam a hug with a lengthy little squeeze that I was sure he was just relishing in before he replied, “I’ve been good, Avery. And you?”
    “Oh, you know I’ve been amazing. Always always amazing. Now don’t be rude. Introduce me to your friend.”
    Or don’t.
    “This is my boy, Miles. Miles, this is Avery.” She gave me a non-discrete onceover that told me everything I needed to know about her.
    She was out here.
    Which was fine, that was her business, but I wanted no parts of it.
    “Nice to meet you, Avery.”
    “Even better to meet you, Miles. I hear you’re gonna take the team to the championship. Is that true?” She batted her eyelashes at me like I gave a damn about them fake shits.
    “Possibly.”
    “Well I’ll be front row at every game to cheer you on, baby. Don’t let me down.” I gave her the most pleasant nod I could come up with before she blew Cam a kiss and switched her ass away from us.
    Cam watched every step intently before he finally spoke up, “Got damn, she is bad.”
    I took a nonchalant sip of my drink then corrected him, “She’s aiight.”
    “Bruh, you must be blind or somethin’. Avery is easily the baddest chick on campus.” Avery had all the right attributes that could make her into the baddest chick on campus. Long hair, big tits, nice lips, decent ass, good shape, flawless skin. But in my opinion, her sister wore all that shit better.
    “I mean I guess if that’s what you’re into.”
    “Whatever, freshman.”
    We made our rounds through the party a few times before we settled against a wall. The vibe was cool and all, but I couldn’t help wondering how Ava was spending her Saturday night. Probably playing ball, or watching film, or...
    Maybe she was with another guy.
    Nah, fuck that.
    I pulled out my phone and decided to shoot her a text, hoping it would mess up any mood she could’ve been setting with whoever dude was.
    What’s up, ma? -Miles
    I was staring at my phone waiting for her reply when I was distracted by a pleasant, now kinda familiar voice nearby. Her words were coming out a little slurred and since she wasn’t exactly talking to me, I had trouble picking up everything she was saying.
    “Cam babyyy, can youuu...home? I can’t possiblyyy...like this.”
    “Avery quit bein’ a drama queen. You’re good.”
    “Noooo I’m...takeee me.”
    “You better ask Miles or somethin’. Matter of fact, he stays