Underage

Sex

I press the lock screen button on my phone and toss it on the bed beside me. I groan and roll over on my stomach, glancing at the digital clock on the table beside my bed. 2:49. My brother and his college friends should be here any minute to plan some apparently "necessary" party they're throwing while my parents are out of town. It took a lot of convincing for Drew to get me to stay quiet about it. I'm obviously not invited, considering that I'm 16 and they're all 20 or older, so I'm usually stuck in my room staring at the walls, texting Christina, or scrolling through my Facebook news feed.

I hear the door open downstairs, followed by probably a dozen voices. The voices gradually get closer as the guys make their way up the stairs and down the hall, past my open room. I instantly regret not shutting my door as several guys peek in and whisper to each other. "Hey Drew?" I call, hoping he'll hear me.

"Yeah, Lace?" he asks, walking up to my door and casually leaning against it.

"Do you mind shutting the door?" I ask him quietly, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

"No problem," he smiles, grabbing the door knob and closing the door on his way out. Well that was easy. He's usually a major douche, but then again, he owes me for not snitching about his party.

I check my phone only to have no notifications. Typical. I guess I'll just have to get a snack. I walk downstairs to the kitchen, which is luckily empty. I fill a cup full of ice water and grab a banana off the counter. On my way back upstairs, I meet Drew and all his friends in the hall. I skim over the guys' faces and notice some of the hot ones. Zach, Brady, Jordan, Sean. Jordan glances at my low-cut shirt, and Brady's totally checking me out. Sean's just staring at me and smirking. God, he's so hot. He can stare at me any day.

Sean's the star of the swim team at Yale, and his body is proof. His arms, abs, pecks, they're all so gorgeously defined. He has it all. I stop my thoughts before they get too far. I try to casually walk between them, but Sean purposely hits my shoulder with his arm. "Oh, sorry, Lacey," he laughs, my name sounding so good on his lips. I practically swoon. His smile is gone and replaced with an expression of mock sincerity.

"It's cool," I say, brushing past him, but there's no doubt he's looking at my ass. God, perverts, I think, but it's kinda hard to call them perverts when you actually like the attention. Sean always acts like a douche and openly stares at my ass, but I can't say I really mind.

Back in my room, I glance at the clock, and it's only 3:30. The party starts at 9. That's more than 5 hours. I groan in exasperation as I eat my banana, beginning my fate of eternal boredom.

Forever and a day later, it's finally almost 9:00. I hear a few early people come in downstairs, but other than that, it's pretty quiet. I walk out of my room to go sit at the top of the stairs, where I won't be very noticeable.

Basically everyone Drew knows comes through the door by 10:00. Several people are already drunk, and others are dancing, talking, or making out. Why am I still watching this? I think, frowning. But then I catch Sean's gaze... Which is right on me. He has a bottle of water in one hand and he's sitting on our black leather couch. Wait, water? I think, wondering why he isn't killing his brain cells and making out with girls like his buddies. He's clearly the hottest guy here. He could get any one of these girls, but he's chosen to stare at me, drinking water, of all things. That's not the slightest big weird, I think sarcastically. After this confusing sight, I get up to go to the bathroom.

I walk out of the bathroom and jump at the sight of Sean leaning against the opposite wall. "I bet you're wondering why I'm drinking water," he says, holding up the bottle and twisting it absentmindedly.