Cliché

Chapter 1

I rubbed my eyes harshly, having last night's makeup smear into a horrible black smudge across my hand. I knew it would take forever to clean up, and I probably looked like absolute hell but frankly I didn't care. I moaned slightly and sat up on the bed, making it groan loudly as my weight shifted. Oh god, not again."Shit!" I cursed to myself. Here I was, in an unfamiliar room without even the slightest of clue what happened prior to this morning. I cant believe how ironic this situation was. Kyle had left me a few months ago to persue something better then what I could give to him, and frankly it was things like this that pushed our relationship into a downward spiral and since then this became almost a routine. Where the hell was I anyway? And more importantly, who the hell was I with? I rubbed the back of my neck and winced as the pounding behind my eyes began to intensify, making the light shining through the crack of the heavy curtains seem much worse then it was. I squinted my eyes to get a better look at  the man laying on the floor in front of me.

His face was planted directly into the soiled carpet, and his hair was a nappy mess around his head. A few buttons from his shirt were missed placed and he had an empty beer bottle clutched tightly into his hand. He snored loudly and had a nice puddle of drool accumulating by his face. He looks like he would be cute if he were conscious, such a shame.

I got out of the old, rickety bed only to have it whine loudly. I rolled my eyes and stood up, raising my arms over my head and arched my back hearing my tired joints crack and pop back into place. I shook my head and shuttered. I hated that sound more than anything in the world. It gave me the chills. I looked around the messy floor littered with empty red cups, cigarette butts and god knows what else. My bra was tossed on the floor with my wrinkled gun's and roses tee shirt.

"ugh" I scowled as the scent of the room finally hit my nostrils with full force. It reeked of mold, weed, and alcohol. Great, just fucking great. I picked up my shirt and slipped it on. I honestly didn't even care to put my bra back on, it's not like they haven't seen my boobs before so what was the point of going through the hassle? I tucked my bra into my pants pocket and looked around for my shoes. Thankfully, I still had my pants on, meaning this prick didn't try anything that he would regret doing later on. My virtue was kept for one more day. Horary Lennon. You have some how managed to have half of this campus in your room and still maintain your virginity. I could always come up with excuses on why I couldn't have sex, and the drunk guy usually fell for it and we continued with other acts or passed out before he could try anything stupid.

I grabbed my sneakers that sat beside an empty pizza box and tiptoed to the door. I twisted the knob and the rusty springs screeched loudly. Was there anything in this damn house that didn't make a noise?! I shot my head towards the boy on the floor who then began groaning indicating he had woken up from his slumber. Panicking, I slammed the door shut and fled down the stairs. Even though I had no clue who he was, or what room we were in I knew the fraternity house better then I should have. The Beta house threw parties every night, and I've pretty much woken up in a different room every weekend since Kyle and I had broken up. I wonder if he knew what I was doing, or if he even cared what I was doing. I shook my head as if to physically shake the thought out of my head. Don't think about Kyle. He's gone, he wont come back. Yes he will, nagged the little voice inside my head.

I almost broke out and made it out without being seen until someone called my name. "Lennon!" yelled Louis I knew that voice from anywhere. I sighed and slowly turned around to face him.

"Hey Louis" I said softly, my voice was horse and rough.

"Fun night with Zayn?" he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows in an attempt to be playful, but his voice was laced with something else.

"Yes, it was. He's great in the sack' " I tossed my messy hair over my shoulder in an attempt to look flirtatious. I became nauseous at the thought of actually having sex with the stranger, but an image is an image right? And helping Zach, Zayn or whatever his name was get cool points was better in the long run.

Louis pressed his lips into a tight line and nodded. I haven't 'slept' with Louis yet, and it aggravated him. But, he never got drunk enough for me to try. He was funny, and sweet but if I were to sleep with him I would want him to know me. Not just the 'me' that everyone else knew. "Yeah, well are you coming back tonight? We're throwing a Toga party to honor some new freshman that will be joining us, it will be fun?" he questioned, his blue eyes staring into mine waiting for an answer.

I licked my lips in an attempt to look seductive and smirked, while batting my eyelashes playfully "of course"

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A/N:

Hello! I'm sorry that this isn't the best of chapters but they will get better I promise! Please vote and keep reading, it would mean the world to me!

ALSO! I put up a picture on what Lennon Scott looks like on the side. Thank you for reading! I love you all! -xx