Instigator

Down the Hall

"I wasn't even going to ask you to come tonight." Sadie said as Y/n walked into her room.

"I live to surprise you Sadie." Y/n said, sitting herself down on her roommates bed.

"Are we counting this as one of your five this year?" Sadie asked, looking through her closet for something that Y/n could wear that wasn't jeans and a t-shirt.

"Does this count in your opinion?"

"Not at all, I think the only parties that count are the ones that I have to drag you to." Sadie said, throwing a couple pieces of clothing at Y/n.

"Why? I'm actually willing to go to a party for once and you say it doesn't count."

"I'm only going to make you go to five parties this year. Whether you go to any more voluntarily is up to you."

"Whatever. Are we sure these are going to look good on me?" Y/n asked, skeptically holding up the combination that had landed in her arms.

"Yes, especially if you add this." Sadie said, pulling out a blazer.

"I feel like I'm going to look ridiculous." Y/n murmured, examining the skirt and crop top that Sadie had thrown at her.

"You're going to look hot. Now– go change, we should leave within the next hour or so." Sadie said, pulling together an outfit for herself.

As Y/n pulled on the top, she examined the articles on her body in the mirror. She couldn't help but imagine him behind her again tonight. The air felt thicker as the image of his lips brushing against her skin flashed through her mind.

She found herself thinking of all the scenarios that they could end up in throughout the night as they drank more and more. Her fingers trailed along the bare skin between the top of her skirt and the crop top, wondering how many marks could be left in their place.

"Are you ready yet?!" Sadie yelled from her room.

"Just about to do my makeup and hair." Y/n replied, walking into her bathroom.

"Nothing too heavy, you're gonna be sweaty from dancing tonight."

"Who said I would be dancing?"

"Me."

"I'm not a good dancer though, we've established that." Y/n whined, applying minimal makeup to her face.

"I'm sure whoever this mystery man that you've been fucking around with won't mind if all you can do on the dance floor tonight is grind." Sadie teased.

"Bold of you to assume he'll be there."

"If he isn't, we'll find someone else. You might be surprised to find out that despite your lack of social appearances, there's quite a few men on this campus that wouldn't mind jumping your bones." Sadie said as she walked into Y/n's bathroom.

"Jesus Christ– why are you like this?"

"Like what?" Sadie asked, walking up behind her and playing with Y/n's hair, trying to decide on a way to style it.

"Nevermind."

–

The party was in full swing when Y/n and Sadie arrived, the two familiar faces at the door had Y/n borderline ready to turn and walk away, but they caught sight of her before she could get the chance.

"Look who decided to make an appearance." Sam yelled, running down to meet her and Sadie at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey Sammy."

"You look great." He said, flushing a brilliant shade of red as his eyes ran along her figure.

"You do too, very pledge casual." She said, gesturing to the black t-shirt and form fitting jeans he was wearing.