She's Not All That (Buzzfeed/Eugene Lee Yang) [COMPLETE]

Four

"I'm not one to judge, but dayum girl. Your ass looks fine in them jeans."

The three of us laughed. Ashly, Sara, and I were all currently in my apartment bedroom, getting ready for Quinta's party. I was wearing a teal sleeveless shirt of Lady Gaga's album, a tight pair of jeans, a cute belt, and tan pumps. Ashly was wearing a short purple dress, and Sara was in her regular clothes, claiming she "don't have a man to impress."

"Just a fair warning," Ashly began as she combed her hair, "Quinta's parties end up with at least one person waking up naked with someone else. Try and stay away from guys at these types of parties. I've seen one too many girls grinding at these places to know."

"Better hang around Andrew, then?" Sara teased. Ashly bristled, embarrassed. Last night, Sara and I made a plan over the phone. Project Ashdrew will begin at precisely 10:00 PM, when the party is at it's most heated state. Sara will corner Andrew and practically force him to drink, while I'll convince Ashly to do the same. Then, we'll get them drunk-excited and shove them on the dance floor together. Let the magic do it's own thing after that, and in nine months, we can only hope for a little Ashdrew baby.

"I'm excited," I said, grinning. "Us super mature adults need a nap time, right?" It's a Friday night, so we could pretty much stay until Quinta made us leave.

"Well I'm not," Sara admitted. "I hate parties. I'm not a social person, in case you can't tell."

"Hmm," I thought for a moment. "If Ashly and Andrew end up getting married, and my future vampire boyfriend comes and takes me away..." Ashly grumbled about not being appreciated. "Find Alison and hang out with her. She doesn't seem like the party type."

"She isn't when she's sober." Sara shuddered. "But when Alison's drunk.. Memories of the Christmas party are flooding back. Eggnog... So much eggnog.." I grabbed my keys as Sara and Ashly hugged each other, muttering 'so much eggnog...' We all grabbed what we needed and locked up the apartment. We got in our separate cars, and I followed Sara and Ashly to Quinta's house. The time was 8:54 when we arrived. Due to Autumn approaching, it was already quite dark.

The three of us knocked on the door, Sara standing behind us, obviously nervous. The door flung wide open to reveal a grinning Quinta. Her eyes were slightly red, showing she had been drinking.

"Eyyy, my homies!" She ushered us in, much to Sara's dismay. I stared at the sight before me. Bodies of plenty, all dancing and laughing and drinking. Jesus.. "Drinks are in every cooler in the house. Don't touch the fridge, don't touch the closed doors, and I'll see ya tomorrow!" She laughed loudly, going off with Justin.

"This. Is. Hell." Sara and I cowered at the sight of so many people, while Ashly was already chatting someone up with a drink in her hand. How the hell does she do that? I looked over to Sara. "Shall the Ashdrew plan commence?"

"Definitely," she grinned wide. "I see Andrew already. I'll work my magic, you work yours."

Getting Ashly tipsy wasn't as hard as you'd expect. She's pretty willing to do anything at a good party, and tonight, she was all for the beer. I made eye contact with Sara, who was practically forcing Andrew to get on the dance floor. He had a drink in his hand, and as he stumbled, I pushed Ashly into him and fled with Sara. We watched as they greeted each other.

"Our job is done," Sara nodded, pleased. "I'm gonna go find Alison. You do you, okay? Don't get into any trouble." I nodded as we parted our ways. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the cooler. I took a gulp and explored the house. Some people I recognized, others I didn't. I found Gaby with her boyfriend on one of the couches.

"Hey, Levi," she said, grinning. "Where's ya man?"

"I'm a single pringle," I grinned back. I could feel myself slowly getting tipsy. A familiar song came on, and I grinned even wider, if that was possible. It was a song I listened to when I was younger. Looking back, I'm not sure what the title was, or who the artist was, but the song surely must have gotten me excited. I danced to the music, swaying my hips with the rest of the sweaty crowd.

"Hey!" a voice yelled over the music. I whipped my head to the voice. I came face-to-face with a stumbling Eugene. He swirled the drink in his red cup and looked me over, grinning. "You look good!"

"Thanks!" I yelled back, smiling. "I feel good, too!" Eugene and I ended up dancing next to each other, and I had another beer. I can't remember much after that. All I remember is "Start a Fire" by Ryan Star came on, and I remember slowly leaning into Eugene's face.

And that's it.

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I groaned, stirring around in my bed. I stopped stirring as I smelt the sheets. This is not my bed. My bed smells like roses, this just smells like man.

I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. This is not my room. This is not my house. This is not right. I looked down, seeing I was only in my undergarments. Where the fuck am I? I felt a movement beside me, and I turned, horrified at what I saw.

A shirtless, sleeping Eugene.

I'm not experienced with one-night stands. Hell, I'm not experienced with relationships. So when I came to the realization that I had fucked my co-worker, I was terrified. Should I leave? Should I stay? Should I leave a note? No, maybe he won't even remember it. If I don't leave a note, he'll assume nobody was here, and he just fell asleep naked. Yeah, that works.

I quietly got dressed and fixed the sheets, my eyes trailing back to Eugene. I feel like shit for leaving him like this, but he'd understand if he knew. I'm sure he'd do the same thing to save himself.

I grabbed my keys and bag, sighing once again at Eugene. I hope he doesn't resent me for this. As I opened the door and stepped out, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Levi?"

I froze and slowly turned around. Shirtless Eugene was behind me, staring at me with wide eyes and messy hair. He itched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Did we..?"

"Yeah." I didn't say anything else; I didn't want it to be even more awkward. "I guess I'll go, then..." He looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it, and watched me as I left. I was halfway down the driveway when I realized I forgot my phone. I trudged myself back to the house, not happy to see a cheeky Eugene holding my phone. I took it from him and left once again. I got in my car and turned on my phone. It was opened on my notes.

Hey,

I don't know if you want to see me again, but I put my number in your phone just in case.
I don't want it to be weird. You're a cool girl, and I want to get to know you. Call me sometime?

-Eugene

I couldn't fight back the pink blush that threatened my cheeks. Eugene had basically said he didn't care that we fucked, and he was totally okay with seeing me again. I sat back in my car, stumped.

I can't believe this.

SHITTTTT

I DID SO BAAAAD

I'm tired as fuck so this was made in a period of like 4 days so I'm sorry it's short and shitty and ugly

I'm thinking the next chapter will be a special for Ashdrew?? idk

byeeeeee loserssssss