Loving Preston

7. Mixed Feelings and Bad Pasts.

Ryder's POV

Fuck, I literally need to get rid of this good for nothing bimbo. I swear to god, girls now-a-days don't fucking understand the meaning of the term 'Only a one time thing'. I thought to myself.

"Okay, get out now." I told the blonde bitch who's name I didn't really bother remembering while buttoning my jeans again. "But dadd- oops, sorry Landon" she said while giggling like a mother fucking horse.

"You know what just stay here I'll get out." I said sighing feeling too tired to deal with her at this point and left to get myself another soda.

This has to be the lamest party I've ever been to...no, cancel that. This is the lamest party in the history of parties. I fucking hate these over crowded cliche college parties where all these good for nothing people get drunk on free and shitty booze. I thought and got myself a soda from the refrigerator.

Just as I entered the living room I regretted it instantly. It was converted into what I assumed to be a dry humping dance floor for horny teenagers by now. I turned around to get away from this and have a smoke instead.

Just as I turned my head around, I saw someone. Someone who made goosebumps appear all over my arm. Someone who I found annoying but still managed to give me chills everytime I looked at her.

The girl from the library.

I'll have to get her name sometime. I thought and made my way back to the couch my friends were sitting on. I guess a smoke can wait.

Fuck, she looked stunning tonight. I scanned my eyes up and down her multiple times. With a body like that and a face like hers, any guy would be lucky to have her tonight. She looked beautiful. Beautiful is an understatement to what I feel as of right now but there is still that one voice in my head telling me how much I dislike this girl for that attitude of hers towards me. Why though? Why am I thinking about her in this way? I shouldn't. I don't like her at all. Atleast that's what I keep telling myself. I shook the thought of her away.

I started kissing the blondie from earlier who sat on my lap a few minutes ago to distract myself from all these thoughts.

When did she even get here tf. I thought. I swear, this bitch is dumb.

She's making sure to moan loud enough for everyone to hear, while grinding on me. What does she want to prove? Argh. Fuck this. I need a smoke desperately. I pushed her off me leaving her whining ass behind and went out through the back door.

Just when I was about to open the door, I heard the most angelic laugh ever. I moved to see who it was. I saw 'her' with Matt, laughing at something he said and heading towards the dance floor. Fucking Matt!

I left before he had a chance to see me. I didn't want to raise any trouble tonight. I am tired of getting into stupid fights with him.

If only she was still here and we were together, everything would've been perfect. I thought and lit a cigarette. I inhaled some of the smoke and blew it out. Before I knew it, I was on my third cigarette.

I inhaled the last few bits and just as I put the cigarette out, I heard someone cry out loud or maybe moan.

Ah, these guys need to chill. Do it in a private space for fucks sake. We don't need to know your business. I thought to myself and started heading inside. I heard someone shout from the same place again. Now, this wasn't a cry of pleasure. If anything, it was a cry of help.

I ran to the back wall and saw Matt forcing himself on a girl. I squinted my eyes to focus on the girl and I felt my blood boil when I saw it was none other than 'her'.