Lovesick.

III. Party My Ass Off

ARIANA'S POV

I sift through my closet, looking for the perfect thing to wear. I should just go to the party looking ratchet to get on Harry's nerves, but I need to look flawless, since, no doubt, anybody who is somebody at this college will be there.

"Ari, hurry the fuck up!" Nicki groans. The other girls went back to their dorms, and since me an Nicki share a dorm, she's waiting for me.

Finally, I decide on wearing a black dress, with black thigh stockings, black heels, ad a black hair bow. I put it on, and have my hair half up, half down. I apply eyeliner, mascara, and a light eyeshadow. I top it all off with a light pink lipstick.

"Okay. I'm ready!" I call out to Nicki.

"Finally!" She replies.

I walk out of the bathroom. I have her look over my outfit, doing a little spin. "What do you think? All black, like my soul."

"Cute." Nicki compliments.

I grab my phone, and handbag, and we walk out of the dorms.

•~•At The Party•~•

We walk into the Frat House that's hosting the party, and its overflowing with action. From drunk couples grinding and snogging, to people dancing, drinking, and some going up into the spare bedrooms for a few rounds(and I don't mean a few rounds of charades).

I can feel the loud music pulsing through my body, and Iggy and I head towards the red plastic cups. We both get a cup of some cherry vodka mix type shit. I tilt my head back, downing it, as my throat burns a little.

"Woah, go easy on the drinks, Grande!" Justin says, popping up out of nowhere.

Iggy smirks at me, before seeing her boyfriend, and going off to greet him. I notice they head upstairs to the spare bedrooms, and part of me wants to yell, "use protection!" But even when Iggy's piss drunk, she knows to use a condom.

"You know me, J, I'm not a lightweight at all." I tell him, giving him a hug.

"So have you thought about it?" He asks.

"Thought about what?" I ask.

"Before winter break, I asked you out, and you said you'll think about it. Well?" He looks at me, eyebrow raised.

"Hmm... Nope. You know I don't fuck with frat boys. Plus, I kinda have this thing with someone else..." I answer, smothering any hope he has of us being together.

"You should know I don't give up that easily, but is this 'someone else' the person whose been texting you nonstop for the past few minutes?" He asks, and I notice my phone is being blown up with text notifications.

"Oh, shit!" I say, looking over the texts. It's an unknown number, so most likely it's Harry.

Unknown: hey u here yet?

Unknown: Where tf r u?

Unknown: Damn it Grande get ur ass into this party!

Unknown: Y aren't u answering my texts?

Unknown: It's Harry btw in case u couldn't figure it out.

Harry: ARIANA GET UR ASS IN THE ROOM TO YOUR LEFT I CAN LITERALLY SEE U IN THE KITCHEN!

Harry: Stop flirting with Justin, and get ur ass over here!

Harry: Nice dress btw, would u mind bending over? I wanna see if I could get a good view from here.

Harry: Shit, Selena is coming! Get in here now!