Never Have I Ever

CAMPUS GAMES BOOK #1 STEPHANIE ALVES Copyright © 2023 by Stephanie Alves All rights reserved. No part of this book may be distributed or reproduced by any means without the prior written consent of the author, with the exception of quotes for a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any names, places, characters, or incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyeditor: Amanda Oraha Cover designer: Stephanie Alves This book contains detailed sexual content, graphic language and some other heavy topics. You can see the full list of content warnings on my website here: Content Warnings Happy Reading! Playlist ANGEL – The Weeknd OVERDRIVE – Conan Gray INTO IT – Chase Atlantic HEAVEN – Julia Michaels STARGAZING – The Neighbourhood WHY – Sabrina Carpenter THINKING BOUT YOU - Ariana Grande STUPID – Tate McRae IMAGINE – Ariana Grande EYES OFF YOU – PrettyMuch HIT MY LINE – Plvtinum, Chase Atlantic LOVE IS (NOT) EASY – Chase Atlantic MESS IT UP – Gracie Abrams TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE – Shawn Mendes PARADISE – Chase Atlantic COMPASS – The Neighbourhood Listen Here To everyone who feels like they’re never good enough, no matter what they do. I see you. 1 New beginnings Rosalie My eyes widen as I step into the frat house. The place is crowded. Music blasts throughout the place as we step inside. “Asshole,” a girl yells at some guy who spilled his drink onto her. I take a step back, making sure I don’t get caught in the crossfire. He shrugs her off and walks over to another girl, leaning down to kiss her before throwing her over his shoulder. “I told you,” Gabi says to my right. “Frat parties get a little crazy. Isn’t that dress dry clean only?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. I rub the fabric of my white silk dress between my fingers. “Yeah.” I narrow my eyes at her. “But it’s a party. I wanted to look good.” Especially because this is my first party. Ever. I don’t mean the family gatherings my mother would host at the country club. I mean a real party. Drinks, guys, fun. Tonight is my first taste of freedom, and I’m going to make the most out of it. If I do end up getting a drink spilled on my dress, I can always make another one. Though this is one of my favorite designs I have done. “She looks good,” Madi says to my right. “Besides, it’s better to overdress than to underdress.” Her red lips shoot me a smile. She’s right. And Madi is dressed to perfection. Her dark, mahogany skin shines from the body oil she slathered on her body, which stands out in her tight black dress. She flicks her long, dark brown hair behind her shoulder and leans into me. “Don’t listen to Gabi. Her idea of fashion is a hoodie from Target.” “And I stand by that,” Gabi says, running her hands down her black denim jeans. “It’s a frat party. Not a gala or some shit.” “Dios,” Leila mutters, laughing at the antics we’re used to seeing between Madi and Gabi. “You two never stop arguing,” my best friend since high school says before turning to face me. “C’mon, I need a drink if I’m going to deal with these two all night.” A laugh escapes me when Gabriella gasps. “Rude,” she says, making Leila roll her eyes at her dramatics. Leila links arms with me as we walk across the room through the crowd. Madi and Gabi follow us behind. I blatantly stare, gaping at the people playing beer pong. A guy stands shirtless as his friend pours alcohol on his body, and girls lick it up. My eyes widen as we keep walking across the house. “Jesus, that was crazy,” I breathe out when we enter the kitchen area. It’s quieter here, but the music still blares in the other room, echoing through the door. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Halloween parties are insane around here.” Gabi says. My eyes widen. “Really?” I ask. She nods with a smirk on her lips. “My sister used to go here. She would let me sneak in with her when I was still in high school. My poor little brain was exposed to things no one should see at that age,” she muses, shaking her head. Madi rolls her eyes. “You were sixteen,” she says. “Your brain was probably already corrupted by then.” Gabi snorts out a laugh. “True. You know me so well.” A smile spread across her face making us all laugh. The door opens when someone walks in, and Leila curses. “Oh god,” Leila says, crouching down behind me. “Hide me.” “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Tiffany just walked in,” she whispers. “I’m going to end up in jail for killing her if I have to hear about her fucked up relationship one more time.” She narrows her eyes. “I envy you. Living alone in a huge apartment.” I drop my eyes. For as long as I remember, I’ve felt guilty about my money. I come from a family who’s never had to worry about anything. Everything I’ve ever wanted, I had. Even the apartment I definitely did not want. My mother might have rented out that apartment and bought every piece of furniture there, but I’m not fooled by it. She doesn’t support my dream of going to college at all. What she really wants is to remind me of the life she has, of the life I could have if I just married rich. But I don’t want that. I’m following my dreams by going to college and becoming my own person. I want to start a clothing line, and I’m not going to let my mother deter me from doing exactly that. “Is she gone?” Leila asks when the door closes again. I look around the room, not seeing Leila’s