Here's Chapter 4! I guess there were some issues with viewing it so I reuploaded, hopefully it works this time!
.............................
Luke’s P.O.V.
Fucking hell, she turned me on. She was obnoxious as fuck, but it made me harder than any of the girls I’d been into before, and her complete hatred of me was almost as cute as her flustered behavior when she’d stepped in my room. How badly do you want it? How badly do you want me? Her words remained suspended in the hazy air. If only she was that open when she was sober, I thought. She’d probably deny it all on Monday, saying I was drunker than she’d thought, and make up some cock-and-bull story about how she’d tried to have a normal conversation with me, but I wasn’t listening, so she left. Hey, it wasn’t altogether untrue. I smirked at the thought as I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, picturing her on top of me like she had been a moment ago, her hips rocking back and forth on my hard cock. I do want you, Penny Taylor, I sent brainwaves her way as I slipped a hand into my boxers. And I will let you know.
Penny’s P.O.V.
“What happened?!” Claire shrieked in my ear, practically toppling over onto me as I stumbled and tripped my way down the main staircase. She was spilling her drink as she tried to stand up straight, her smooth curls now flattened and staticky.
I shook my head at her and shut my eyes for a moment, everything pounding in on me from all sides. “Let’s just go!” I shouted in her ear, gripping her arm forcefully, which I wish I could say was because I was taking control of the situation and being careful, but was more because I thought if I didn’t hold onto something, I would do a faceplant and get trampled by hordes of frat boys convinced they were gods.
Claire looked over her shoulder expectantly just as Ashton came up to us with a winning smile, and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. I grimaced; it looked like he was eating her face, and I tolerated about two seconds of their public display of horniness before tugging her away from the handsy boy with difficulty. Despite her protests and several attempts to escape back to Ashton, we finally made it outside, and I gulped in the fresh air, coughing. “What happened?” Claire asked again as I pulled out my friend and dialed Liv, our established contact if we ever needed a safe ride back to the dorm building.
“Later,” I slurred. Liv picked us up no more than five minutes after I hung up and we tumbled into the backseat, my head spinning with dizziness and thoughts of what had just happened, trying to process it all. Even once we’d gotten back up to our dorm room, I still hadn’t fully grasped the events of the night. I remembered them clearly, but watching them over in my head was like watching someone else in my body, and I couldn’t think—let alone walk—straight. I’d broken so many of my own personal rules; it made me cringe. Claire tossed her shoes and clothes into the closet pell-mell and collapsed on her bed with an ugh in just her bra and underwear, her snores resonating through the room moments later. I glanced at the clock and almost moaned out loud in despair after seeing how late it was. The last time I was out partying until 3:02 in the morning was…well, there’s a first time for everything. I was so fucking tired I didn’t even remember to drink a glass of water.
…
I definitely felt it the next morning. I woke up with a splitting headache just before noon, the light searing my eyes through the blinds as I rolled over to see a still-sleeping Claire looking just as hungover as I did. I rubbed my eyes, black smears of makeup coming off on my fingers, and draped an arm over my face to shut out as much brightness as possible. Claire moaned as she woke up and I turned on my side to face her, pulling the sheets around me like a burrito and keeping my eyes squeezed shut. “You too?” I mumbled with effort.
