James noticed how Niall was staring at that girl, the one that blamed Niall for James' attitude. He didn't usually stare after the crying girls that bitched him out accidentally, and James knew his brother hadn't gotten laid in a while so he figured he'd through him a bone. The shock upon Niall's face didn't surprise him but it didn't hurt any less. No, it didn't hurt at all, you don't care.
James kept sipping away at— well whatever was in his cup— and looked around with his bedroom eyes. He still hadn't found anyone suitable to take home and frankly he was getting tired. He sat down on a couch not far from Zayn and his conquest to just relax for a while. Resting his head back on the couch and he closed his eyes to just think for a moment. He knew what he wanted to do now, but beyond that, he was at a loss. All his friends knew what they wanted to do after high school, but James couldn't decide. This was a shitty time to think about this, but he was alone right now, and— whoa.
James opened his eyes and looked down at his lap to the hand that was currently very close to his cock. He looked to his left and blatantly checked out the person whose hand was currently making him more than happy. James grabbed the hand and led them to one of the rooms in the back. Finally.
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FanfictionHe's a fucking dick. Just ignore him, Adelaide. Don't even look at him. Adelaide had to do the world a favor and tell off Mr. Misogyny. Instead, she roasted the nicest guy on campus. What the hell?
