The Virgin on Campus| PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED

ch. 10 | I love you, Chubby Boy[Julian]

Julian Coleman's P.O.V- ( Still at the party)

"Damien? Where is she?" I asked, Damien who came back to the party with his hand deep into his pockets and that stupid smirk across his face. He shoot me a constipated look and pushed past me, ignoring my presents. I huffed and reached over him. Grabbed his collar and pulled him back.

"Fuck off, asshole!" He growled, yanking his shirt from my grip.

"Damien, I'm not playing around. Where is Taylor?" I asked, again keeping my cool before something worse happens. He looked at me dead in the eye and smiled.

"You're not her boyfriend, are you?" He asked, with a mischievous grin. He folded his arms and stared at me. I gulped, how does he know?" Don't worry, J, I made sure she wasn't yours before I fucked her."

"YOU WHAT!" I yelled, probably breaking the ear drummers of anyone is 100 meters range. I grabbed by the collar again and held my fist up ready to punch Damien straight up in the face. I was ready to hurt this guy brutally perhaps murder him if I could.

"Calm down, J, I didn't fuck her although I could have-" he said, arousing my anger," Look, I took her home. You're stupid ass went to go smooch some hoe and forgot to take your girlfriend home."

"Damien, I swear if that's not what happened I will kill you. No matter what, I will," I warned him looking at him harshly. I hated him so much. I rubbed the back of my neck decided to drive home. It was late anyway and Sophia is probably still waiting for me. I walked right through the huge kaos. And grabbed a red solo and turned my heel when I felt a hand touch my shoulders. It better not be Damien or some worthless bimbo. I turned to see, Stella smiling at me.

"Julian, there you are. I haven't seen you in awhile," she says, coming in for a hug. I hugged her as quickly as I could to end the conversation faster.

"Well, here I am," I said, wearily," I got to go anyway, I'll see you tomorrow Stella."

"Oh, I was hoping we could hangout, you know like how we always have, after parties," Stella said, in a needy voice. I huffed, I really can't. I have to get home and I just remembered I still have Taylor's dad's car parked somewhere in the streets. Right now isn't the time to get drunk and high and fuck anyone insight.

"Sorry, Stella. I can't, I got to get somewhere right now. I promise we can hangout some other time," I said, probably disappointing her. She sighed, and tried to shake off the rejection with a smile.

"Yeah, ah. That's cool, I'll see you around," she says, before walking away into the crowds of sweaty people. I inhaled and continued back to the mission. I walked out of the house and went straight to the car. Taylor please don't kill me.

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I parked the car in front of Taylor's house. I didn't have the password for the garage. Why does Taylor need high class security. It's not like anyone would steal her foreign expensive artwork and marble statues. Who am I kidding, I'd steal all those things in a blink of an eye.

I got out the car and decided to snuck up to Taylor's room and have her give me the password. I don't know how Taylor will react, when I see her. Will she be mad? Obviously, she'd probably hire a hitman to demolish my ass. I shrugged, it's better than having an atomic bomb planted in my ass.