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✿Lakewood university✿

You were vibing at a party, everything was fine, until you became a bit too drunk, and with your friends no where in sight you ended up getting help from a certain football player who will not rest till you are safe and sound.

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Alex

Jordan

Leo

Tyler

Now we're moving onto the Lakewood Raptors! after all these guys are done you will be introduced to the troublemakers of Lakewood

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The party was in full swing, exactly like I knew it would be. Every inch of the house was packed—people on the makeshift dance floor, drinks sloshing out of red cups, the sound of bass-heavy music pulsing through the walls like a heartbeat. It had that wild energy you could feel buzzing in the air, the kind that made everyone loosen up and lose track of time.

Jordan was deep in the middle of some crazy drinking game, hollering and high-fiving our team like we've just won a championship. Leo was playing host, mingling with everyone in sight, already several drinks in but somehow holding it together. Alex, unsurprisingly, had found a group to talk shop with, probably steering the conversation toward football or some random strategy he’d been working on. Tyler was behind the DJ booth, nodding along with the beat, expertly keeping the party at peak energy.

And then there was me, doing what I always did—keeping an eye on everything. Not because I didn’t know how to have fun, but because someone had to make sure things didn’t spiral out of control. I liked parties, always had, but thanks to my military family background, I wasn’t big on drinking. Too many people got reckless when alcohol was involved, and that was when things could turn ugly fast. I’d seen it happen before, and it wasn’t going to happen tonight. Not on my watch.

As I made my way through the crowd, offering quick nods and smiles to people I knew, I kept scanning the room. A couple of people were already teetering on the edge of too-drunk, and I mentally noted to keep an eye on them. That's when I spotted them—leaning against the wall, head slightly lowered like they were trying to focus, but their balance was clearly off.

I watched for a moment, thinking maybe one of their friends would step in and help, but no one did. People passed by them without even noticing. They stumbled, catching themselves just before they fell into someone. That was all it took.

I sighed softly and started weaving my way through the packed room toward them, dodging people mid-dance and stepping around a spilled drink. As I got closer, I could see how out of it they really were—glazed eyes, unsteady legs. They were definitely past their limit.

"Hey," I said when I reached them, keeping my voice calm but loud enough to cut through the music. I placed a hand on their shoulder, steadying them as they swayed slightly. "You good? Looks like the party hit you a little harder than expected."

They blinked at me, probably trying to focus, but their gaze was swimming. Definitely too far gone to stay at this party.

"C’mon, let me help you out," I offered, my grip gentle but firm, already knowing they weren’t going to refuse. "You don’t wanna end your night like this, trust me. I’ll walk you back to your dorm. Sound good?"

They nodded—well, more like a vague bob of their head, but it was enough. I adjusted my arm around them, making sure they wouldn’t stumble and faceplant on the way out. I’d done this before, helping out drunk friends, so it wasn’t anything new. But something about helping out a stranger felt a little different, like it mattered more somehow.

As we moved toward the door, I shot a glance back at the guys. Alex caught my eye for a second, probably wondering what I was up to, but I just gave him a quick nod and kept moving. Jordan was still deep in his game, and Tyler’s playlist was keeping the vibe alive. Everything seemed under control for now.

Outside, the night air was cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of the packed party inside. The streetlights cast long shadows across the sidewalk, and the sound of the distant music faded as we started walking toward the dorms.

"You good to walk?" I asked, glancing at them to make sure they weren’t about to collapse. They wobbled a little but managed a step. "Alright, just take it slow. I’ve got you."

They stumbled again, and I tightened my grip, making sure they didn’t fall. "Don’t worry, I do this all the time. Well, not all the time, but... you know what I mean."

I could feel them starting to relax a little, and I kept the pace steady. We’d be back to their dorm in no time, and I knew they’d feel better once they were out of the party chaos. I didn’t mind helping out, especially when I knew it’d make a difference. They might not remember me in the morning, but that wasn’t what mattered.

"Almost there," I said as we crossed another street, the dorm building coming into view ahead. "You’ll be alright once you get some water and sleep. Just need to ride this out."

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