Page 71 of Wrapped in Hope

I look around at the large party. People are dancing on every surface, couples make out in the corners, and all the frat guys are busy drinking and yelling. It’s loud with the blaring music and so many people shoved into one frat house. “Why not?”

He leads me outside and we take a seat at a picnic table. The party is raging on out here too, but it’s much quieter. There is a bonfire going on across the yard, and the people standing around it seem content with quiet conversation and drinking their beer.

“So, where do you plan on going from here, Hope?” Brad asks me.

I snap my attention back to him. “I have no idea. You?”

He laughs. “No, idea. I’m thinking about making a move to New York though.”

My brows raise. “New York, huh? What’s there?”

He gives me a cute boyish smile. “I don’t know. I just want to get away. I just went through a bad break up.”

I take a sip of my foamy beer. “Me too.”

Excitement covers his face. “Looks like this may be our destiny.”

I almost choke. “I hate that bitch.”

He laughs, the sound seems unfamiliar to me, like I’ve forgotten what it feels like. “How about Fate then?”

I shake my head while biting the edge of my plastic cup. “Nope, we’re not on good terms either.”

He leans back, raising his beer to take a drink. “You’ll see. This is the beginning.”