Life of the Party // GD

five

GRAYSON'S POV

She speeds away and the smile fades from my face just as fast as it showed up.

What was her name again? Lucia?

Whatever. I'm sure I'll be done with her soon enough. I'll have to be.

She seems different than the others, though. She must be new as I've never seen her before, and I know everyone.

But that's not even it.

Lucia is hot as fuck, in that way that not many would make an effort to notice, and as much as I don't want to be I'm so attracted to her. I can't tell whether she's a virgin - usually it's fairly easy for us more experienced ones to figure it out - but she's the complete opposite of obvious about it.

I've never been with a girl like that, as they've always been either super innocent or totally at the other end of the spectrum. She seems like a quiet type who just discovered how to break out of her shell, and there's something about that persona that is so appealing.

After all, don't the quiet ones just have the most to hide?

"Grayson! Hey!" I hear a slurred voice call out to me as arms wrap tightly around my waist and an obviously female body presses up against mine.

Alexa. Not again.

As much as I know it shouldn't my hand finds her waist. She traces her lips gently up and down my neck, and I make sure that my lips are completely out of her reach.

This girl, sweet as she is, was a one night stand from last year. I fucked her and quite honestly forgot her. It went as it usually does - I mentioned it once to my friends, they blew it out of proportion, and she denied it ever happened.

Classic.

She'd never admit it but she's totally not over me; that part of her only comes out when she's drunk. Or, to put it more accurately, hammered as fuck.

"Yo, Ryan? Can I get some help over here?"

Her boyfriend Ryan, one of my closer friends, saunters over coolly. He's a dick and there's really no way I should be friends with him, but we've known each other for so long that it can't really be helped.

"Hey, Alexa, remember me, babe? Your boyfriend?" He coos, venom soaking through every word. She lets go of me, confused, and turns to him. His fake smile disappears as he slaps her right across the face.

"Try to stop being such a slut, okay sweetheart?" His voice makes me want to beat his ass, and yet I stand there laughing. She can't help but nod and lean into him as he drags her away from me and farther into the party, grinning at me before doing so.

Fucking asshole.

I wish I could bring myself to do something. To change this. To teach him a fucking lesson. But I just can't do it.

And it's not like Alexa will remember this anyway.

I could never be the type to treat somebody like that. I mean, fucking with a girl's emotions isn't great but it's so much more fun and so much easier than actually physically hurting her. Plus, it's much harder to get caught. That's why I do it, I guess.

I fuck girls over just the way I've been fucked over.

And I can't deny the fact that it feels so good.

I find myself thinking of Lucia again and my breath catches. What the fuck? She's just some new bitch from another town, some girl I can screw over for the hell of it and watch come crawling back as a second round of entertainment.

Just another one to fuck and forget.

So, that'll be the plan, just like all the others. Yeah! This way I can get my fix and get her out of my head for good, plus I can't deny that the prospect of a new conquest is exciting.

God, I'm awful. But it's too much fun to stop.

Her attitude makes me so angry, but it's so hot. I mean, most girls wouldn't dare talk back to me the way she did, even if we were close, but she did it without hesitation. That makes her, at least in this moment, the undoubtedly most attractive and sexually frustrating girl I know. She'll be mine soon enough, I'll make sure of it. Sure, she pisses me the fuck off, but it turns me the fuck on.

I swear to god, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of her.

Lucia will fall for me, head over heels, and won't hesitate to believe that I feel the same. That's the plan. It works every time, so there's no reason to believe it won't work on her. She's just another girl; she should be easy to get. Then I'll fuck her until the only name she can remember is mine. Maybe once, twice, we'll see. After that I'll drop her like all the others, and just like all the others she'll be eternally at my feet.

No emotions, nothing but sex; I mean, isn't that all that's really necessary?

As the music blares on and on, everyone dancing and stumbling around in a drink-induced haze, I consider my plans carefully while avoiding too much alcohol. That's just not my preferred method of numbing my feelings; I'm down to drink, sure, but getting totally smashed would be really detrimental to my current reputation, not to mention have many more consequences to me than a few sex toys ever could. I've been there before, and long story short it never ended well.

Feelings just aren't something I can let myself have; if I did, I would be broken beyond repair. Seeing as it's my job to break these girls, and that's pretty hard to do when you're broken yourself, letting myself crumble isn't an option. With everything that's happened to me already, crumbling would be very easy, and I need to ensure that my guard is always at one hundred percent if that's to be avoided.

I see Ryan and Alexa grinding next to one of the speakers and I feel a pang of guilt. You don't need to feel bad, Grayson. She's just another girl. They're all the same. I know it's so wrong, though; despite my activities and my status, I do have some semblance of a conscience. Even though I try to shove all those feelings down, it catches up to me every once in a while.

Feelings, to me, are just belongings of some other girl that I mold and shape to my design until she's fallen for me of her own free will. Then, after I get what I wanted - and of course, what she realizes she wanted all along - I act as if it didn't mean anything. Not to me, not to anyone. It's not like it ever does.

And for as long as I can help it, it never will.