Noah Sebastian//one shots

A Helping Hand Pt 2.

It's been a whole week since I've seen or spoken to Noah. We had exchanged numbers before he left my apartment that night. Claiming he would talk to me soon. yet it's been nothing but radio silence. I decided to not tell my friends, since Noah obviously changed his mind about the whole thing. I didn't want to be hammered with questions, or it was embarrassing enough that I was ghosted I didn't wanna talk about it. So I just stayed quiet. The girls were invited to one of the campus frat parties tonight, and asked me to come a long. Since it was a Friday, and I had no other plans I decided to go.

We got ready, and headed to the fraternity house. Once we get there, the house is packed, over flowing with drunk and rowdy college kids. The music is so loud it shook the entire house. We got our drinks, and socialized with other people just having a good time. After about an hour, I excused myself from the group of people we were talking to, to grab another drink. As I stood at the makeshift bar in the cramped kitchen, the deafening bass of the music thudded around me. People were laughing, shouting, and stumbling through the narrow hallways, creating an adrenaline-fueled chaos that was just the kind of distraction I needed after a week of nothing from Noah.

I thought we had shared a spark, a connection so intense that I could still feel the electricity humming in my veins, but it felt like I had been left hanging in the void since he walked out of my apartment that night. "Hey there, beautiful," a voice interrupted my thoughts, making me jump. I turned around to see a guy standing there, blonde tousled hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a smile that instantly disarmed me. "I'm Jake. What's your name?"

"Y/n," I replied, trying to appear casual even though my stomach flipped. I couldn't help but notice how he leaned in closer as he spoke, filling the space between us with an undeniable tension. "Nice to meet you, y/n. You know, you might just be the most gorgeous person in this whole room," he said, his voice dripping with charm. I felt my cheeks flush ,it had been a while since someone had directed attention toward me like that, other than Noah of course. "What brings you here?"

"Just hanging out with some friends," I said, glancing over at Layna and Clara, who were busy talking and flirting with a group of guys. "What about you?"

"Same. Just trying to find a reason to stick around this party." He smirked, leaning on the counter beside me. "I'd say I found it." His confidence was intoxicating. I couldn't shake the memories of Noah's smile and tender words, but part of me wondered if maybe Jake could provide a nice distraction.

I hesitated, thinking about how Noah had claimed he'd "talk to me soon". The weight of that silence felt almost like a betrayal. I could feel Jake's gaze sharpening, as if he read the conflict in my eyes. "Why don't we grab a drink somewhere quieter?" he suggested, the invitation both thrilling and terrifying. "Sure." I decided then and there to let go of Noah's lingering presence.

Maybe I was being impulsive, but I was tired of waiting for someone who had left me hanging. Besides, a one night stand sounds like exactly what I need. Jake led me out of the chaotic kitchen, through the crowded living room, and up the stairs into a random bedroom.

The bass was muffled here, allowing us space to talk without shouting. I took a seat on the neatly made bed, finally allowing my guard to drop a little. I looked around the room, the lighting a dull blue color from the LEDs hung around the ceiling. In front of the bed against the wall, was a desk with an expensive looking PC set up.

Lastly to my right, was a sliding closet door, that doubled as a mirror, the entire length of the wall. I looked back at Jake his body language was confident as he walked closer, taking a seat beside me. drawing me in with his lively aura and unyielding charm.