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1. Party

Prompt: College AU. "You know you love me." - "I'd sell you to Satan for a corn chip."

"You are so annoying."

Omi grinned at you from over the counter. He swept his eyes over your form, eyes slowing down to focus on your chest and you rolled your eyes when you noticed and continued to wipe down the bar.

"Oh come on y/n, forgive me." He stuck out his lip in a mock pout.

You scoffed. "There's nothing to forgive, I'm not ma-"

"You're mad." He interrupted.

"No I'm not."

"Ok, if you're not then let me take you out tonight." He smirked and wiggled his eye brows suggestively. "On a date."

"Oh really?" You  smirked, turning away from him to collect some dirty glasses left at the bar and put them into a bin for the busboy to take back into the kitchen. "Where to? Your mom's house."

Omi scoffed in fake offense. "Firstly, you love my mom and her cooking so don't act like you wouldn't gladly go over there with or without me. And secondly, no. There's a party happening at a friend's house-"

You groaned. "Omi, seriously? A frat party?"

"Why the long face? Who knows you might get a boyfriend there." He winked at you and you ignored the tightening in your chest as you rolled your eyes at him.

"If this is your idea of setting me up with one of your frat buddies, I will shove my foot-"

"Y/N, chill." He twirled in his seat. "It's nothing like that. I'm just offering you a good time, guaranteed. You're young, beautiful, you should go out with your best friend," he pointed to himself. "And live a little."

You pretended to count the liquor stock as you thought about it. Mid terms had just finished and it wouldn't kill you to have a little fun before you dedicated yourself to studying for your finals. One night with Omi couldn't hurt, could it?

"Guaranteed?" You asked and Omi nodded his head vigorously.

"100%."

-/-

"Fucking liar." You hissed to yourself as you tossed back your third tequila shot of the night. You were wedged besides a loud blonde you didn't know who was talking your ear off about some guy named Kyle, and another girl who looked so close to passing out the only thing holding her steady was the kitchen counter and her friend that seemed only slightly more sober.

Omi had been beside you for the first hour and a half of the party, it had been fun. You drank, danced and he was really living up to his promise,  but like all fun it came crashing down as soon as you went to the restroom and came back to not find him by the staircase where he said he would be. You couldn't find him for the next 20 minutes until you saw him talking to a girl that you vaguely recognized from your psych class last semester. You had watched her put her hand on his thigh and you rolled your eyes, not bothering to see the rest, instead deciding you needed something particularly strong to handle this bullshit.

Jerk, you thought finishing off your drink.

"He was a fucking dick. Plus his dick was like, this small." The blonde told you loudly, her drink spilling a bit as she moved her thumb and pointer finger an inch from each other.