Jazmyne just graduated high school and is now starting college. Ian Jeffrey, although he said he would never attend college, is now in the same boat. Will they ever be more than sex parters?
*lost of Spanglish ahead*
Clayton Bush [#10, the one on the very left. The others are just the rest of the football players at the party]👇 (he's an actual person and this is his actual name. His sister makes vlogs w him in it and they're hilarious. Check out her YouTube @ brook bush)
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"Parking was a Bitch," Ashton complained as the four of us stepped out of the car.
"I cannot believe we had to park four houses down. How popular Can one guy be?" I say.
"Isn't it supposed to be a 'small' gathering?" Brandon says.
"It's a football player, thirty people really mean about 150," Ian says. His voice was deeper than I expected. We all nodded in agreement.
We walked up to the door where there was a shirtless guy. He was buff with a number 10 painted on his chest.
"Freshmen!" He called out to us as we walked up the stairs to the porch.
"How Can you tell?" Ashton asked.
"I've never seen you guys at one of my parties. Everybody on campus has come to a football player's party at least once," he sounded a bit cocky.
I rolled my eyes at his comment.
"Ladies, you guys can go on in, but for the dudes, five bucks each," Clayton said.
"I got it," Brandon pulled out a ten and handed it to clay.
"Thanks, have a great time," clay winked at ash and I.
Brandon and Ashton walked in together, disappearing within seconds. Ian and I were left together in the corner.
"You're an introvert, huh?" I ask Ian.
"Pretty much," I said.
"Let's go grab a drink," I say, grabbing his hand and leading him to to a keg. Another shirtless guy with the number 41 painted on his chest greeted me.
"Can I get you guys a drink?" He asked.
"Yes please," I said.
We got our drinks and walked around the house for a few minutes. We eventually found an empty room upstairs. It looked like it could be used for studying because there was no bed. There was a couch and a book case; a few boxes with some of the football players names on them. Ian and I took a seat on the couch.
"Some luck, huh, being in a frat and the football team. You get the privilege of a huge house with like 7 rooms and there's only like 5 guys living in it."
"Yea, it's crazy," I said looking around, taking a sip of my beer.
"It smells like weed," Ian said randomly. It took a few seconds for it to linger in my direction.
"Yea I smell it, too."
"I'll be back," Ian left the room. A few minutes later he came back with a blunt.
"There were a few girls in the restroom who were smoking up a tree and I convinced them to give me a blunt," Ian said.
We climbed out the window, onto the lower portion of the roof of the house.I sat down on a clean area, free of bird poop. I hugged my knees, pulling them closer to my chest. Ian sat with his legs stretched out. He took a lighter out of his pocket and lit the blunt.
"Why so you conveniently and coincidently have a lighter on you?" I asked Ian.
"I get anxiety some times, so I spark one if I can find a place to be alone," He said before hitting it once. He let out a puff a smoke, followed by a sigh. "God, it's been like a week since I've smoked. My brother, James, is so uptight about this type of stuff. He says it'll give me wrinkles and I'll be 'sister saggy' by the time I'm thirty."
" 'sister saggy'?" I asked, puzzled.
"You don't know who i am, do you?"
"Please don't tell me you're like some porn star who does incest."
"No," Ian couldn't help but laugh, "my brother is James Charles."
"The Fuck is that?" The name didn't sound at all familiar.
"He's a beauty guru."
"Ian, I still don't know what the hell 'guru' is, so please elaborate."
"He basically goes onto the internet and posts beauty tips and makeup tutorials," Ian explained.
"Well, I wouldn't know. I rarely go on YouTube. And sense of style includes messy buns and leggings."
"You know, that's not even that bad, but either way, I'm pretty sure you look cute."
I look down at my lap and smile to myself. After a few hits between the both of us, we begin to get into a personal conversation.
We both laid next to each other, staring up at the dark sky.
"When did you lose your virginity?" Ian asked me.
"I was fifteen," I admitted willingly, "what about you?"
"I'm still a Virgin," he said quietly.
"How? You're brother is like a celebrity or something."
"People from my high school weren't exactly fond of my brother. The girls adored him, but they only used me to get to him, which never happened."
"Damn, when do you plan on losing it. You're 18 already," I tell him.
He let out a sigh.
"I have no clue."
"Let's do it," I blurt out to Ian.
"Really?" He sat up quickly.
"Yeah, i mean, I haven't had sex in like a month. So why not?" I sat up as well.
"When?"
"I really don't want to do it on the couch inside. Let's go back to my dorm."
"What about Ashton and Brandon?" Ian asked.
"They have each other. They can just walk," I shrugged my shoulders.
"Bet."
A/N Sorry it took me a while to upload. I've been mourning X's death. Rip Jahseh Onfroy.
Anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed. I'll try to update as soon as I can.
