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party

As we walk into the house, there were drunk teenagers grinding on each other, some boys being shirtless, the girls wearing booty shorts and short crop tops, some girls even twirking. The whole house smelt like alcohol and cigarettes.

"hey baby, do you want to dance?" a guy who looked around my age asks, gripping my butt. "hands off, fuckboy." I push away his hands. "baby don't be so negative. Just one dance. Or maybe we could take it upstairs." ugh, no way. He's like Seth. That fucking bastard. "no, I've said it once, I'm not going to say it twice." I could literally smell the alcohol in his breath. "but baby - " He gets cut off my Clyde, "she's already said no. Now back off." Clyde steps I'm front of me. "okay, chill dude. She was practically asking for it. What a slut." the guy says and owmt backs away. "I can handle my own fights." I say before rolling my eyes and walking away.

I'm thirsty. I walk over to the drinks, getting a bottle of some red stuff which I assume is apple juice, chugging around ten cups down. That apple juice tasted weird. And why is everything spinning?

I walk to the dance floor, dancing in my own and not thinking about anything whatsoever when Clyde comes in my blurry sight. "hey, are you okay?" he says. Why does he look ten times hotter? And his voice is so much sexier. "Clyyyyyde..." my words were slurred. "yeah?" he asks. "let's daaaaaancce." I grab his hand, puking him deeper into the crowd of teenagers dancing. I start grinding on him, forgetting about all of my worries. "Ophelia, we're leaving. You coming with?" some girl says. "go awaaaayyy." I say harshly, still grinding on Clyde. There goes my ride home.

We stayed there dancing until everyone left.

Clyde's pov
"Phila, are you drunk?" I ask. "no, I didn't drink any alcohol." Ophelia says, still grinding on me. Then why is she doing this? "what did you drink - " I get cut off by Ophelia smashing her lips onto mine. I was first shocked by her sudden move, but soon I kiss back. I mean, she says she isn't drunk. "I only drank apple juice." she says after pulling away. I nod. Okay, she's drunk.

That "apple juice" had alcohol in it. I grab her, carrying her bridal style. "where are you taking me to?" she asks. "my bed." I say. She needs to get some sleep. I walk up the stairs to my room, putting her down and trying to take her clothes off so I could change her into mine. Her dress seriously smelt bad. But she got the wrong idea and started sucking on my neck, giving me hickeys. "Ophelia, stop." I moan and she just stops everything she's doing. "what do you want me to do?" she says in the most sexy voice.

"just lay on the bed, baby." I say. The only way to get her to listen to me is to talk dirty to her. I quickly open my drawer, getting out sleeping pills and giving it to her. She takes it, laying sprawled out on the bed. I get my shirt, putting it on her carefully so I don't wake her up. I eventually feel my eyes go heavy and black takes over.

Ophelia's pov
I wake up to an unfamiliar gigantic bedroom with hockey posters and hockey sticks. This must be a hokey player's room. Wait why am I here in the first place?

I only remember drinking apple juice and nothing after. What did I do last night? Suddenly I feel a hand on my boob and a leg wrapped around my waist. My body swiftly turns around to see a sleeping Clyde.

WHAT DID WE DO LAST NIGHT?

Oh please don't tell me we had sex. No no no no no. "Clyde." I whisper. "Clyde." I whisper once again but figured it was useless so I lay back down, watching him as he sleeps. Furrowed eyebrows, and messy hair, he lets out a few light snores every now and then. "boo!" he suddenly says, making me jump off the bed and fall flat on the ground, causing the blankets to pull along with me, Clyde falls down on top of me. "instant karma." he whispers, getting busy head off my boobs. "get off of me weirdo." I roll to the side, standing up. "explain to me why I'm here." I cross my arms, Clyde getting up from the ground. "well, you drank this drink that you thought was apple juice which also contained alcohol so you got all touchy with me and missed your ride home. I brought you up here for you to sleep." he explains, tossing the blanket to the bed.

So I slept with Clyde? Ugh that's disgusting. I never planned to sleep with anyone or will plan to sleep with anyone here, let alone even being in a relationship with anyone. "wait... Did we -"  "Noo, we didn't have sex. Calm your ass down. We didn't do anything last night. I mean, except for you grinding on me and repeatedly asking me to have sex with you." Clyde starts fixing his king sized bed. My stomach suddenly decides to rumble and my face tints into a deep shade of red. "I think my maid is making breakfast for us." wait. Maid?

So this guy drives a hella expensive car, lives in an insanely huge mansion, sleeps in an insanely huge room, sleeps on an insanely huge bed and has an insanely responsible maid who wakes up hella early to cook food for us? Yup, this guy is rich. And maybe if I hook up with this guy, he'll help me pay for my clothes, my fees, my shoes, I can use this guy.

I mean, I wouldn't consider me as a gold digger. I'm seriously poor. And I can't do anything to help my cousin to gain money except for being in a relationship with a rich guy. I'll think of it as working for Oliver.

"breakfast? Sounds good to me."

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