friends with more benefits {discontinued}

7.5

You had lost all your sense of reality, you were beyond drunk. You still had no clue where your boyfriend was, but on the bright side you had lost track of Weston too, and he seemed to be keeping to himself. You went back to the kitchen to find a nice area to stop moving so that you could wait until you found your boyfriend, hoping that he would come to you. Then you saw him across the room talking to Mark with a drink in his hand. You marched up to him.

"Hey there's my lady!" He yelled as you approached him. You gave him a drunken smile and he knew that you were already wasted.

"Thomas. We need to leave now." Thomas looked concerned.

"Why babe, what's going on? Is everything alright?" He pulled you aside away from Mark so that he could talk to you one on one.

"My ex is here. Well, not my ex ex but this guy that I used to fuck." You never wanted to tell him about Weston, but for some reason, the alcohol did.

"Oh. Well um, Is he bothering you?" He asked, all you could do was shake your head no.

"Then as long as your fine, I think we should probably stay for a little bit, at least until you sober up." For some reason, his words made you angry. How dare he assume you weren't sober, even though you were obviously acting like a drunken idiot. You marched away from him and ignored his calls to you.

You saw Weston sitting on the couch with some blonde girl who looked pretty disinterested in what he had to say.

"Come with me." You demanded.

"What?" Weston replied.

"I said, Come with me, now." You demanded again, you weren't really even sure where you wanted to go, but you knew you didn't want to have to deal with watching him talk to this girl all night, and you were sure you were doing her a favor too.

"Okay, where are we going?" He asked as you led him upstairs. You knew what he was thinking, but you were pretty unsure of what you were thinking yourself.

You opened doors until you found a vacant bedroom.

You pushed Weston onto the bed and began making out with him. You had missed this. He was a great kisser and always knew what to do. You began unbuttoning his jeans and that's when you felt a hand push yours away, you stopped and looked at him.

"y/n. You're drunk, like really drunk, and you have a boyfriend?" Weston laughed to himself, he was clearly intoxicated as well, but definitely not as much as you were.

"Yeah, but watching you down there with that girl, Weston... I missed you." You began kissing his neck, dying for any sort of touch.

"So you were jealous is that it?" Weston pushed you away again and you finally got the hint.

"Maybe. I don't know. Weston. I miss you." That was all you could seem to say. You weren't even sure if it was really true, but it was the only words your brain could settle on.

"I get that, I miss you too. We ended things though. I don't want to be the reason that you lose your boyfriend, along with the other baggage I'm already carrying." Weston stormed out of the room leaving you there alone. You felt like crying. You knew what you did was wrong and you shouldn't have cheated on your boyfriend, being drunk was no excuse, but you felt so lost after seeing him.

You began crying into a pillow, you knew it would ruin your makeup, but after how much you had been dancing and probably touching your face, you knew that it was probably already smeared.

You were so unsure of what you wanted.

You made your way back downstairs as your boyfriend was standing at the bottom of them.

"Hey, babe." You said.

"Yeah. Let's go." He pulled your hand and began leading you to the door of Mark's place. You were confused but you knew he must've known that something happened, either that or something happened to him. Either way, you were destined to hear about it.

Thomas didn't say a word to you the whole way out, you saw him take out his phone and order an Uber.

The Uber ride was silent as well.

You arrived at your apartment and he got out with you, you were unsure if he was going to head home or if he was going to come inside, you were glad that he decided to come in with you though, you would've been completely lost if he had just left you.

You unlocked your door to the apartment and as you stepped in that's when you heard Thomas speak for the first time.

"I mean seriously. What the fuck y/n?" You knew he knew, but you didn't want to admit to anything, at least not until you were completely sober, though the silent car ride back had sort of sobered you up.

"What?" You asked innocently.

"Don't play dumb right now. Why the fuck were you upstairs with him?" Bingo. You knew it, you didn't know how he knew, but you knew he did.

"I don't know, I mean. I'm sorry Thomas, I didn't mean for it to happen like that."

"I mean seriously, I'm just talking to Mark and some girl comes up to me to tell you that you went upstairs with some guy." You wondered if it was the girl who Weston was flirting with, but then you wondered how she even knew who you were.

"So what, did you guys have sex?" He asked. You were glad you could tell him you didn't, but that didn't make it any more right.

"No! We didn't!" You protested.

"So what then? Did you kiss him? Tell him you missed him?" Right on the nose with that one.

"Yes." That was all you could manage to get out.

"Fuck this, y/n. I'm done." Thomas stormed out of your apartment. You fell to your knees and began to sob. You fucked up big time. Your phone lit up, you were hoping it was Thomas but instead your eyes met with one text from

Weston Koury 12:10 a.m

Hey, I hope everything is okay.

Let me know if you need anything, Okay?

You turned off your phone

Then unlocked it again.

Went back to your messages with Weston

And hit "Call"