Chapter 203

**Chapter 203**

Nan and I laughed at what we saw and began to mock dance in response. It felt great to let loose and have fun with my best friend. She was just as silly as I was, and together we created a joyful moment that brightened our day.

We sipped on our beers, and I noticed that the more I drank, the better I felt. Maybe this evening wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Nan finished her beer first and quickly grabbed another one. She was a lightweight, so I could tell she was starting to feel the effects.

I felt a little tipsy after just one beer, and I could only imagine how Nan would be after her second one.

“Beer bong outside!” shouted one of the frat boys. Everyone cheered and rushed to the back patio. Nan grabbed my arm, pulling me along with her.

Nan grabbed my arm and pulled me along with her. We joined the others gathered around the beer bong table. When one of the frat boys asked who wanted to be his partner, I was surprised to see Nan volunteer.

“Nan, you’ve never played before,” I said, a bit worried about her choice.

I reminded her.

She laughed and shrugged.

“So what?” she said lightly. “There’s a first time for everything.”

With that, she rushed over to the giant frat boy and gave him a high-five. He looked at her, surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed by her. With a smile, he gestured for her to go ahead.

On her first attempt, she missed the cup, causing everyone, including herself, to burst into laughter. The guy from the other team managed to hit the target instead.

Nan managed to sink the ball into the cup on her first try, and everyone was surprised. She had to drink the entire cup of beer in one gulp, which left me in shock.

As the game went on, Nan only made a couple of successful throws. Despite her limited success, she kept her spirits high and continued to enjoy the fun.

For the most part, she lost badly. The guy on her team didn’t seem to mind, though. He was enjoying the show as Nan jumped up and down, proudly showing off her body.

By the end of the game, Nan was really drunk.

I knew I had to carry her out of there. I felt a bit tipsy myself since I was on my second beer, but I wasn’t nearly as bad off as Nan. She could hardly walk in a straight line.

Her words were all jumbled up.

The guy from her team placed his hand on her lower back and started to lead her away, whispering something in her ear. I frowned and decided to follow them, grabbing Nan’s arm.

I reached out and pulled her towards me.

“Hey!” the guy complained.

“Take a hike,” I said, tugging Nan along with me.

I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, but she was murmuring something as I dragged her away.

“Hey, you need to lighten up!” a guy shouted from behind me. “It’s a party!”

I raised my middle finger, and the others burst out laughing. We made our way inside, which wasn’t…

The place was packed earlier, with everyone outside watching the second game of beer pong.

I led Nan to a couch and helped her sit down, then I sat beside her.

She looked completely dazed as she rested her head back against the couch.

Nan rested her head on my shoulder. “What’s wrong with me?” she murmured, making a little pout with her lips.

I chuckled softly. “Nothing, Nan. You’re just drunk…” I reassured her.

“Why am I not good enough?” she asked, her voice filled with sadness.

She sighed and asked, “What do you think of me?”

I raised my eyebrows. She was very drunk, and I didn’t expect her to ask that.

“What are you talking about? You’re more than good enough. In fact, you’re too good,” I replied.

She paused for a moment, letting my words sink in.

I took a deep breath and felt something wet on my shoulder. When I looked down, I saw Nan.

“Nan, are you crying?” I asked, my brow furrowed with concern. I had sensed something was off earlier when I first saw her.

I saw her, but I thought it might just be a fluke. Nan usually didn’t cry, so it was surprising to see her like this. “I hate myself…” she whispered softly, her voice shaky.

“Nan, what’s going on?” I asked, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Doesn’t he want me?” she whispered.

“Who? The frat guy? Trust me, he wanted you,” I replied.

“No, not him,” Nan said, raising her head and looking straight at me.

“That guy in the boutique… he didn’t want me. He left with her, even after he saw me… I don’t even know his name…”