The Game

Chapter 1

"Tristen this party is wicked!" Emily shouted over the loud music.

"I try!" I shouted back.

I looked around the room, at all the different people dancing and hanging out. I honestly was astonished. I mean I through wicked parties sometimes, but tonight it was another story. It was like the whole town showed up at my beach house.

After the day I'd had all I wanted was to get pissed and have a shag but, with Emily by my side, I was pretty sure I wasn't doing either tonight.

"F.uck I need another drink." I said, walking away from Emily. I struggled to walk because of the alcohol roaming around in my system.

I managed to get to the kitchen safely. I walked to the drinks table, drinks layed out, variating from wimpy drinks to drinks that could have you wasted in a minute or two.

I got myself a drink and looked around again. My parties were huge but I hardly knew anyone here. They were just people.

"Harrrry!!" I heard a loud prissy voice say. I looked up the stairs just in time to see a girl throw her shirt back over her head.

"Having fun?" I asked the girl. She simply nodded and rolled her eyes. I looked back up the stairs to see the guy struggling to get his pants back on. I let out a giggle. I just watched as he tried to get is legs into the to tight skinny jeans, almost falling in the process.

"The fuck you staring at?" He growled.

He caught me off guard, and for once in my life, I was at a loss of words. I stared at the curly headed boy trying to think of a good come back but nothing came to mind. It was as if his stare had completely hypnotize me.

He broke the intense stare when he saw the blonde running towards him.

"Babe, come on!" She whined.

"Okay!" He said back, rather annoyed if I may add.

He followed her into the crowd, and I just watched. What the hell was that? I had never let a cute boy intimated me. But I guess is there was a first time for everything right.

I finished off my drink and headed towards the dancing area. I was in the mood to dance. I went through the crowd of sweat bodies and started to move my hips along with the beat. I swayed by myself, that is until I felt somebody grab my hips pulling me into them. It didn't faze me, I just simply put my arms around the strangers neck and kept dancing.

As the music speed up so did my hips. It was like I couldn't control them. I grinded harder on the guy. I heard a short grunt and I smirked. Knowing I was getting my way tonight.
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I woke up that morning with a throbbing head and a blonde boy in my bed. I couldn't remember a thing from the night before other than that curly headed boy.

For some reason that boy just kept popping up in my head. And I had only met-sorta- him last night.

"Morning." I heard a rough voice say behind me. Snapping me out of my trance.

"Morning." I said back. The blonde sat up and looked over at me. His eyes got wide and mine did too.

"Fuck Niall!!" I laughed. Niall my best friend. I didn't really mind that I had woke up in the same bed as him. Naked. It's not as bad as it sounds.

Niall and I had a history that went way back. We met in kindergarten. I hated his guts, and he hated mine. But in the 4th grade I was getting picked on and he came and saved me, he took one hell of a punch to the nose, breaking it on impact. But every since then we just click and now we are best friends. It seems like yesterday he was hating me and now here we were In the same bed.

It was like a regular thing. I got pissed, and Niall did too, then we end up having sex. I guess that's just what we do.

"Damn I had no clue that was you." He smirked. I just laughed and through a pillow at his face.

"What time is it?" I asked. Stretching my arms. Feeling no need to cover up. Seeming that is was just Niall I was laying next to and he had already seen every inch of me so what was the point?

"3:44 p.m." he said letting out a yawn.

"Good thing I didn't have anything to do today right?" I sighed, getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom.

I loved my life but sometimes it just got old. The parties and meaningless sex just got boring and old after a while. I needed something different, something adventurous.

I stripped from my clothing and looked in the mirror. I hadn't noticed the girl I was looking at. She had bags under her eyes from all the partying and she was skinnier from not eating like she used to. I missed my old self. The one that was happy and free. The one that hadn't ever had her heart broken or her body used as a toy. The girl that was happy and full of life.

I stepped in the shower, the steam instantly calming me. I washed my body. Making sure to get every inch of it. I felt dirty for some reason. I felt as though I shouldn't be doing the things I was doing.
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So first chapter!! What do you all think? Good not good? Be sure to tell me!!

~The Athlete