Cheri, Cheri.

Nate.

I can always see him glaring at me from the side of my eye. At the group study sessions, despite us being at different ends at the table, I can always see him looking at me. I know what that look is too. It's not a look of admiration — but rather .. anger. And I love it.

I met him two years ago in our freshman year of college. I met him through a friend of mine and we just chatted outside of the group. Then one day, I was invited to a party by Rex — the friend i mentioned.

"It's a party at one of the frats, so wear something comfortable incase we need to run from the cops." He sat on my bed as he told this joke. "Yeah, yeah. not my first party." I smirked. I didn't mind wearing only my bra and panties around Rex, because he's gay, so when he tried the: "ew you're naked infront of a boy." I simply gave him a "🤨" face, which made us both howl in laughter.

It took us like three hours to get ready and gather the rest of the group before we headed to the party. Rex and Cortess immediately went off to do their own things after assigning me to be the "safe driver". I didn't care for parties at the time, so I got a drink and just hung out in the living room where — of course — a football game was playing on screen.

I took a sip of my drink and could feel someone looking at me. Looking to my left, I saw him — Nate. I knew he was on the hockey team, so i didn't expect to see him guzzling down drink after drink. We made eye contact for a split second before he went back to drinking.

The night got so rowdy that a small group of us decided to head upstairs to escape the chaos. Cortess had joined, but Rex didn't so it was a group of about 15 in one of the large rooms of the house.

The room looked like a gaming room, but like really big — like Kai Cenat's room, but maybe a bit smaller. I rolled my eyes remembering how someone could afford this: just be the top hockey player of the school.

"Okay, okay— we can't be boring at a party, so let's get some shit going. I know atleast two of you are horny, so let's play a game." Some random girl said - she was blonde and wearing a red tube top with blue jean shorts, cut low. "I got a baggggg~" She said and held up a trash bag. "Put something in the bag and i'll shake it up. Randomly chosen, you'll pull something out and get in a closet with whoever it belongs to." "Jazmin that's such a lame fucking game."
"You don't have to play then, bitch." Woah. Damn girl can snap. I like her.

I agreed to play because she was right, we can't be lame at a party. I put in my phone case and watched a few people put some things in. "What'd you put in?" I asked, Cortess when she walked back to me. "A lighter." She gave a bright — childish smile at me and i shook my head playfully.

Although this did seem like a lame game, it actually got quite interesting when you saw the pairings. This really nerdy guy (who was there for some reason) got paired with Jazmin and she turned him every way but loose. Dude was begging for mercy. This punk emo bitch also got paired with this nonchalant stud bitch, so that was REALLY interesting to see who was a bottom or a top.. they swore nothing happened but a make out session. Lying cunts.

"Your turn." I hadn't even realized Jazmin was standing infront of me with the bag - a big grin on her face as she looked down at me. I hummed and dug my hand in the bag - rummaging through it before pulling out a key, like a key to bike or something with a few accessories like a mini beer, a mini knife, and a "california" key chain.

I looked around to see who could fit this but i couldn't see anyone in the room owning this. "Who's is this?" Jazmin and I asked at the same time as i held the thing up.

"Mine." Oh that voice sent a shiver down my clit.

I looked towards the door and saw Nate walking in. When did he even get here to put this in?