Self Destruction - 18+

3.WILL

I sat in the kitchen, staring at all the wallpaper on the walls. This wasn't my house. It was my mother's. I actually lived with my best friend Brett in a shitty apartment. 

"The party just started and you're already drunk," I stated to him. He shook off my comment and walked over to a thin blonde girl wearing something so damn revealing, most guys probably came in there pants when they walked past her. 

I stared at the door, my face emotionless as complete strangers who claimed to attend the same college as me entered the house. 

My stomach flipped at the sight of Emily. 

Fucking Emily. 

She was like a barbie. Walking around with her blonde hair and pink outfits that barely covered her tits. 

I turned my face away from the door, clenching my jaw as I saw a man wrap his arm around her waist. 

We broke up a week ago and she's slept with every guy on the planet already. She was a complete bitch, but a bitch who knew how to get what she wanted.

I didn't like her- hated her actually, but we stayed together for some strange reason. She got the privilege of claiming me as hers, while I got a free fuck every other night. 

I know that sounds bad. Real bad. But to be honest, I think she stayed for the sex more than I did. I didn't love her or any of that shit, and I wasn't really using her either, but I was- I am- so goddamn lonely I'd probably date a fucking animal, as long as it gave me attention.

I scoffed, placing my beer down on the marble table beside me before heading to the living room. 

It was dark and there were people having sex and claimed to call it "sensual dancing".

My eyes trailed over the room and landed on a body sitting in the corner of the room. She was attractive. Her shoulder-length hair lay in soft curls on either side of her face, accentuating her facial structure. 

I smirked as my eyes trailed over her body. A leather black dress hugged her tightly, showing off every curve of her form.

What surprised me, was the fact that she seemed uncomfortable. Most girls I knew wore tight clothes every day in attempt to get railed by me or my friends. But this girl, no. 

She crossed her legs, placing her purse on her lap as she handled her phone.

She raised her phone to the chandelier above her before a bright white light beamed from her phone. She put her hand to the lense quickly and muttered to herself in embarrassment before pressing a few buttons and re-taking the photo without the flash. 

I watched her as her body shifted in the seat. Her shoulders relaxing with every photo she took like stress was being lifted from her.

My feet took control and the next thing I new, I was standing in front of her curvy little body. "Why were you taking photos of my house?" I asked, snatching the phone from her hand in an asshole way. I don't know why I was acting like this. I was really not bothered by her snapping a few pics of me or my house. 

I grinned as my attention landed on a photo of her and two other people wearing what looked like facemasks on there faces. The boy to her right didn't look happy, but the other girl seemed so overjoyed you would think she was getting married. 

The grin immediately left my face as she snatched her phone back, staring at me with such attitude that I bit back another smile. 

I looked to my left and saw Emily and her bitches giggling loudly like a group of hyenas. Emily whipped her shiny blonde hair around and met my eyes. Her laughter replaced by a look of jealousy. She had already tried to get back with me twice this week but I turned her down. 

Make that bitch jealous. 

I placed my palm against the wall next to the girl's head, I looked her up and down, watching her in amusement as she became flustered. I couldn't see her face that well, but I knew this action would make any girl's face turn the colour of a tomato. 

Emily crossed her arms, shrugging off the desperate random simp that clung onto her like a leech.

I smiled and slammed my lips into the girl's opposite me. 

Holy fuck this feels good. 

It was softer, deeper and more passionate than all the kisses I had had in my life combined. She moaned softly and all the heat in my body rushed to my groin. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her in, desperate for more of her taste and smell. 

I was only trying to make Emily jealous but- ah shit. I'm hard now. 

I froze at the sound of a clearing throat. A male throat. 

My eyes snapped open to find the same man who was in the photo with the girl. He was maybe an inch or so shorter than me, and looked as though he has caught me banging his mother. 

Wait... Photo- angry- kissing- 

"Boyfriend?" I asked, my chest rising and falling faster now that there was a slight possibility he would shoot me if they were together. He just sighed and grinned in a tired and amused way as he pointed to a rather attractive girl dancing on a table with her heels in hand. 

Thank god.

"John! I told you to watch her!" The girl in front of me yelped, her hands wrapped around my wrists and slid my arms from her body. I watched as she stepped into the glare of the ceiling light, I could see her features clearly now.

She had a defined jaw line and a cute button nose, chestnut coloured hair that sat on her shoulders nicely and bounced when she ran up to- I'm assuming- her friend.

Using all my strength, I turned my gaze towards Emily who, of course, had another horny motherfucker wrapped around her waist. 

I looked back at the girl as she helped her friend down. 

I shouldn't have done that. I don't use girls. 

I stuffed my hands into my pockets and turned sharply towards the kitchen.