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[Chapter Five] Deflowering the Wallflower

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Deflowering the Wallflower

You know you’re in for one hell of a Friday night when you show up to the doorstep of one of the university’s biggest players and the rugby team’s best player. Not to mention, he was like a pin up poster boy, the golden boy of the campus and coincidentally the best party thrower in the whole of Brisbane.

“June, nice to see you here, what brings you here to my humble abode?” Mr Golden Boy himself said, gesturing to his home and smirking at June. I always knew the guy had a thing for her, I mean who wouldn’t? It was June after all. She had spunk, and was completely herself. Any guy would want to have her, not to mention she was the most gorgeous thing to walk the streets of Brisbane.

“Humble abode? Pfft, that’s seriously a whole load of bullshit. Obviously Jackson, we’re here for the party you’re throwing.” June said as she gripped onto Peter’s hand tighter and nodded her head back at me. Jackson’s eyes went wide as he took in the fact I was here and smirked at me flirtatiously, sending chills of disgust through my body.

“Adrianna Lillington, the university campus good girl, it’s a surprise to see you here, you trying to shed off the good girl image?” he said, gesturing towards me and chuckling to himself as he leant against the doorframe; the wind blowing his light brown hair slightly and causing me to take a whiff of the scent that radiated off of him; burning wood.

“Jackson, I was dragged here really, and no, I’m not trying to get rid of my good girl image. I’m simply tagging along with two friends and coming to a party, or am I not welcome here?” I said as I hoped with everything in my body that he would say I wasn’t invited to the party, and that I wasn’t welcome so I could head on back to my car and drive back home.

“It’s an open invitation.” Jackson said as he gestured with his arm for me to come in and stepped to the side of the doorway. I stepped across the threshold of the house and immediately felt myself getting nervous. There were students everywhere; on the stairs, on the tables, on the chairs, hell they were even hanging off the doorframes.

I froze when I felt an arm wrapping around my waist and felt my heartbeat increasing in panic when I felt hot breath against the nape of my neck. I turned my head slightly and felt my blood boiling when I realized Jackson had so callously pulled me against his side and dragged me along to a large open kitchen. The counter was laden with food and drinks, and right next to the silver fridge was a keg of beer. People were drinking and chatting and double dipping into the array of dips on the dining table in the next room.

“So this is the kitchen, there’s food and drink everywhere and you’re welcome to have any of it. But, if you’re planning to stay pure and innocent, I’d say you keep away from the brownies” Jackson whispered in my ear, but to be honest all thoughts of whatever he said flew out of my head the moment they entered. 

Andrew was standing on the other side of the kitchen, next to the fridge. His hand was stuffed in his pockets and he was leaning against the wall, his free hand was holding onto a bottle of beer. He seemed to have changed into something else from when I saw him an hour and a half ago.

His hair was messed up in that usual way it always was, and he seemed to have a devil-may-care look on his face. His eyes seemed to be completely void of any emotion and to put it quite bluntly, he looked bored. He had decided to change into a dark pair of jeans and a dark port coloured button down shirt, with a loose black coloured tie around his neck, and of course, he had his signature pair of Converse on his feet.