Going onto hour four sitting in the library working on photography reports and research, I'm really starting to rethink my entire major. I guess it's too late to switch and being annoyed at my assignments isn't strong enough of a reason to start over. But, this certainly isn't making me more excited about my future career.

Although I don't think future jobs would make me write about different settings of cameras. Sure, it's good information to know but Google exists for a reason. No way I'm even going to retain all of this information for life.

"I doubt anyone thinks photography majors do anything besides take photos," Charlie says as he types on his computer.

"I wish that's all we did," I laugh, but I'm serious. I love taking photos and even writing captions surrounding those photos. But learning about technicalities is not for me. I'll figure it when I'm in a situation that requires me to.

Since my brain has been a bit foggy for some recent classes, Charlie at least is sharing his notes with me. He seems to have a lot better of an understanding of what is going on than me.

"If you're free tonight, my roommate is having his birthday party at our house. You should come." Charlie cracks his neck while stretching.

"I might have plans with my roommate, but I'll let you know," I say although Kennedy and I have no set plans. Charlie is nice, but I'm not sure how much in the mood I'm gong to be in to go to a party after doing work all day.

"Sounds good. I'm going to grab another coffee. Do you want one?"

"That'd be great, thanks."

He stands up and stretches again, revealing a v-line from his abs. I guess I've never noticed how toned he actually is.

I take a small break and start scrolling through my phone. I haven't heard much from Bawdy this week besides a few texts, but it sounds like he had a lot of meetings and events to go to in Miami. Probably for the best that he's not here distracting me, but I certainly wouldn't mind too much. My grades might but not me.

Although I haven't spoken with him, the tabloids and social media keep me updated enough about him. At least I get to see some pictures of him looking so hot it should be illegal. I come across some photos of him at what looks like a party. There sure are a lot of girls posing with him.

I can not be getting jealous of him taking posed photos at a party. Of course he's going to need to be close to them and put his arm around them.

Probably not for the best, I keep scrolling and find candid shots where he very clearly has his arm around the same girl from multiple angles at different locations at the venue. Heat rushes to my head as a wave of jealousy flows through me.

Sure we aren't official in any way but he made it clear that he wanted me there. That should be me standing there close to him.

I keep looking and of course find more pictures with him close to a few different girls. And finally, I see paparazzi photos of him out to eat with a girl who looks to be around our age. She's absolutely gorgeous. I may be jumping to conclusions, since she could just be someone he works with. But him walking with his hand on her lower back leading her in past the paparazzi just isn't sitting right with me.

Annoyance and anger start to fill my thoughts. Did I really think someone like him could want just me?

Charlie walks back over to the table with two coffees. "Thank you," I say grabbing one from his hand without looking up from my phone.

"Everything alright? You look like you want to rip someone's head off."

Well, he's not wrong. I have no fighting skills but something inside me wants to take down those random bitches.

"The assignments are just getting to my head." He'd think I'm crazy if I actually explained what was going on. "And I am free tonight. I'd love to come to the party."

"Awesome, it starts at 9:00."

Hopefully this party will help to take my mind off all of those photos.

We continue working a bit more until I head home to eat and get ready for the party.

I put on a tight short sleeve, low cut brown shirt and pair it with black jean shorts.

The house is only about a 10 minute walk away. It's always busy on a Friday night at this time, so I never worry walking around. Depending on what time I leave, I'll decide if I'm going to Uber or not home. Kennedy was stressing too much about a paper that she has due on Sunday, so I'm just going there alone.

I can be social, especially once I get in a drink or two, so I don't mind going  alone. I know that I'll know Charlie, but I don't expect him to hang around me the whole night. If I'm not having a good time, I can always leave. I just really don't want to sit alone in my room all of tonight.

I walk into the house, the music hitting my ears even louder than it did from outside. The place is packed. I decide to find my way to the kitchen where I bump into two girls I've met before. This is another reason why I didn't mind going alone. Almost a guarantee that I'll see someone who I know.

"Gianna, heyyy!" The brunette Morgan says, leaning down to give me a hug.

"Hey, how are you guys," I say while giving her friend Theresa a hug.

Theresa replies, "Good! Just getting fucked over by midterms."

"Same here," I reply.

I wish there was a no talking about school or real issues while out at parties rule. It really is everyone's initial talking point. But I honestly don't know what else we'd talk about. My mind is perpetually plagued with school and work.

I talk with a few others in the kitchen while getting myself a drink. The typical what's your name, what's your major, what year are you.

Again, it's really the only way to start conversations with people, but I wish it wasn't. Surprisingly, Bawdy has barely talked those small talk topics with me.

And there he goes creeping into my mind. I need to remember that I'm at this party and to not think about him right now.

To combat those thoughts, I take a shot with the group that I'm talking with.

Setting down my shot glass, I hear Charlie yell, "Hey, Gianna!" He walks up closer to me. "Taking shots without me?"

I smile and look up at him, leaning in so he can hear me. "I mean, I'm down for another one."

"Anyone else?" He asks as he starts to pour shots for us. "Cheers to David. A great friend. And an alright roommate when he's not keeping me up with his bed banging against the wall."

The birthday boy, David, yells back, "that only happened like twice."

"Yeah, twice this week," Charlie retorts. Everyone laughs, and we take our shots.

After talking and dancing for a bit, the house starts to feel a bit stuffy, so I walk outside. I spot Charlie sitting with his feet in the pool, and he waves me over. I take a seat next to him on a towel on the ground, and I take off my shoes to dip my feet in the pool. The refreshing water instantly brings down my body temperature.

"I'm surprised we've never hung out more outside of class," Charlie says while brushing back his hair off his forehead.

The alcohol is making my words a bit loose, but I'd like to think I have some control over myself. "Probably because you were always with your girlfriend." I doubt he wants to talk about her at a party. "Sorry to bring her up."

"It's all good. Honestly you're probably right. She wouldn't be a fan of me hanging out with other girls, but I guess I'd feel the same way if roles were reversed."

My blood boils a bit as this reminds me a bit too much of a certain rockstar. I can't keep him out of my head.

Before I can think about how to shift the conversation away from that topic, David comes running outside, throwing his shirt off in the process. He jumps into the pool, splashing everyone in the general vicinity.

"Shit, I'm sorry you got wet." Charlie apologizes for his roommates behavior.

And of course the mention of being wet reminds me of how wet Bawdy made me. Completely different type of wet but yet my mind still takes the opportunity to bring him into my thoughts.

"It's all good. It's his birthday," I laugh. Honestly, it cooled me off even more. Morgan and Theresa are following close behind with a few other guys.

"Come on, let's join him," says Morgan as she leans down to grab my arm.

"I didn't bring my bathing suit or I would. The water feels great."

"Either did we." And with that, the girls drunkly throw off their tops and bottoms leaving them in their bras and underwear. "Come onnn, it'll be fun."

The girls get in the water, and the boys that walked out with them can't seem to throw their shirts off quick enough to join.

"Charlie, come in!" Shouts David.

Charlie shrugs and pulls off his shirt, revealing his finely sculpted body. I quickly divert my eyes as his shirt makes its way over his head, so he doesn't catch me staring.

"Want to join?" He asks me.

"Fuck it, sure," I decide and begin to take off my clothes. I'm left in black underwear and a black bra, which I know makes my boobs look great. Charlie as well as the other boys seem to take note. Charlie slightly blushes and looks away. I can tell that he's trying not to stare. I mean, I look good. I don't even care if they looked a bit too long right now.

And that would probably be the many shots and drinks that I had speaking.

I get into the water and listen to David telling a story about the latest girl that he was with.

"And why isn't she here tonight?" Charlie asks.

"Ahh, guess I was just too good for her." David replies with a sly smile.

"Guys, can we play chicken?" Asks Theresa who seems to be standing a bit close to a guy who introduced himself as Duke.

"I'll be the ref. I've had enough thighs around my head for this week," David says loudly. He half swims over to the other side of the pool. I doubt he could even hold up anyone with how much he's been drinking.

I'm not typically one for games, especially one that I haven't played since elementary school. But, I agree, because why not. I've had a shitty and long week working. I might as well take my mind off of it with silly games.

Theresa gets on Duke's shoulders a bit too willingly. Morgan pairs up with the third roommate in the house, Cole. That leaves me with Charlie.

Decided by David's imaginary coin flip, I go up against Morgan first. Charlie dips down into the water, and I make my way onto his shoulders. Having my hands against his back to stabilize myself while getting up, I take in his muscular form even more. But it doesn't look like he has any tattoos that I can see. Not that I was on the look out for any. Just an observation.

Charlie effortlessly holds me up, gripping onto my legs with his hands.

"Ready, set, GO!" Shouts Duke.

After Morgan and I stop laughing at how silly this feels, we start to get competitive. Our arms are pushing against one another. I feel Charlie hold onto me tighter. I'm not going anywhere.

I'm able to push Morgan off, and Charlie squeezes my hand in celebration. I face off against Theresa next, but she's way to tipsy to even sit up straight. We take a second for someone with a polaroid camera to capture the moment, and then I knock her off pretty easily.

"And we have a winner!" Duke yells again while holding a seltzer can that someone must have handed him.

I drop backwards off Charlie's shoulders, and he picks me up in the water, cradling me like a baby. Everyone is laughing, and I don't immediately move away from him.

As hot as he is, I just don't feel that sort of connection with him. I get out of his arms, and all of us in the pool pose for some pictures with the birthday boy.

After drying off, Charlie offers to walk me home. It's pretty late and there's a wait for Ubers, so I accept his offer. We hug goodbye at the entrance to my apartment, and I start getting myself ready for bed.

Lying in bed scrolling on Instagram, I see that the girls have added pictures of the polaroids and some other pictures and videos taken at the party. I smile at the ones that I'm tagged in. Maybe being in my underwear isn't the best look, but the polaroids blur it a bit, so others probably just assume it's a bathing suit.

Seeing everyone look so happy and carefree in photos from events makes me so happy. I repost the photos on my story and save them, preserving my ounce of freedom this weekend before I have to wake up and finish school work.