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jealousy, part 1

*ping* You don't even have to look at your phone to know what the notification is, you knew it was the 700th time Billie messaged you within the last ten minutes. Although it broke your heart to lie to her like you did, you knew that if she knew you were going to a party, she would get really paranoid and scared, worrying that you'd be unfaithful. But surely you're better than that? Of course you are. Besides, it wasn't even a gay bar, just a normal one. So even if you wanted to (which was never the case) you couldn't. All you wanted to do was have a good time with your old friends from college, nothing more.

Sighing, you look at your large number of messages, mostly filled with question marks and "so are you gonna answer me or what?" So you just simply replied with "I'm going to stay at a friends tonight, call you later?" Seconds later she sent back a certain letter that always infuriated you. "K."

You were all dressed and ready to go, you just had to call a cab since the party was about twenty mimutes away, and with these five inch heels clawing at your feet, there was no chance.

Arriving at the party was a pleasant experience, friends greeted you and you were having a great time catching up with them. But after many alcoholic beverages being tossed and passed around like pass the parcel, you were getting pretty wasted.

While you were dancing on the tables like there was no tomorrow, a familiar figure caught your eye. You brushed it off, assuming that it was just someone you recognized from school. But you couldn't help but flicker your eyes back to her. Your vision was blurry, no doubt about that, and because of your distance you didn't even try to figure out who it was.

As you made your way back to the dance floor, an extremely tall, chiseled man stood right in front of you, looking you up and down. Was he attractive? Yes. Were you into him? Absolutely not, since that was the case with all men. Your eyes connected, though. And he was extremely close to you. What the hell was happening here?

"Hello, gorgeous, may I buy you a drink? In fact..." He stared right at your face once more, well aware of your unfocused eyes and slight swaying. "I think you've had enough to drink for tonight, how about I take you home?"

He had a pretty thick Australian accent, and despite the fact you adored people with accents from across the world, you weren't interested. Your eyes began to wander, and once again they fixated on that familiar figure. But this time, their eyes were staring right back at you. Snap out of it, Y/N, snap out of it. As if on cue, your vision began to clear again. Oh no. Oh shit.

It was Billie.

"Hey... listen. I really hate small talk, and I'm guessing you do too. So how about I just do this?" And with that, his lips were pressed against yours. Ew. His breath smelt like an unpleasant mix of beer and mint. Before you feared that you was going to catch some sort of disease, you pulled away and spat on the strange guy as you made your way out to find Billie.

But what the fuck was she doing at a party?" She said that she was spending the night with Finneas, her brother, she HATED parties with a very strong passion.

After about half an hour of looking, you finally realized that Billie must have left, without warning. All of a sudden, you felt a hot sweaty hand grab your arm from behind. It was Finneas.

"What the fuck were you doing with that guy on the dance floor? Do you even realise how much you've upset my sister? She called a taxi immediately after she saw you and left, tears rolling down her cheeks..."

You interrupt him before he could carry on filling you in on how much pain you've caused. "No...he kissed me. I didn't give him permission, he just did it. Listen, I know i've been really stupid, really really stupid. But can I just go and speak to her and explain myself? Please?"

"Pffft, not when you're in that state. Listen, and I'm only giving you a chance because I understand how stupid guys can be in this type of atmosphere. My friends are about to head home anyway, so I'll give you a lift to my place and you can sleep on the sofa and explain yourself in the morning? I can already tell that you're drunk from a mile away, I won't let you hurt her more with the state that you're in."

You didn't hesitate, you just went along with it. Sleeping wasn't your main priority, Billie was, but apologising while you were drunk wasn't your speciality. And there was a lot of explaining that you needed to do.

a/n - part 2 will be out in about a week since i have a busy schedule