(a/n)-- this is just a one shot thing guys, not a series or anything, and it is pretty graphic so....
hope you like it! Gimme feed back. XX
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I pushed through the crowd, feeling the beer from my cup drip around my fingers as my arm gets hit repetitively. Why do I keep doing this? It's the same thing every time. Everyone gets drunk and passes out, and the last person to be bothered to stay awake, cleans- and that's fucking always me.
Same party.
Same frat house.
Same people.
Same shitty loud music.
I made my way to the couch in the living room and sat down, tugging my skirt down my legs a little bit, just so it touched the middle of my thigh. The black fabric was clinging to my skin and my white button-down shirt was see through and tucked into my skirt which did match my bra. I don't know why I bother to look good when guys never gave me a second look. I mean, my body isn't bad, but people never see passed my black rimmed glasses and frizzy brown hair.
I looked up just in time to see someone sitting down next to me. What? This never happens... people don't talk to me. I only come to these shitty things because my roommate always seems to talk me into it, and I'm a people pleaser so it's what I do.
"Hey babe, why the long face?" His raspy British accent caught me off guard. He leaned closer to me so I could hear him better and vice versa. He put his hand on my thigh, electric green eyes boring into my dull brown ones.
"This isn't really my scene.." I answer the curly haired British boy, smiling to myself, looking down at the drastic understatement.
"Well, me either." My eyes shoot to him as he gives me a perfect smile. His bottom lip plump and dimples prominent. "Do you maybe want to accompany me in finding a room and we can chat for a bit?" This was my chance... maybe? Maybe I could actually get a guy. I couldn't muster up any words so I just simply nodded. He slid his large hand up my thigh and cupped my hand leading me away from the couch.
We finally found an empty room and he lead me in first and closed the door behind him and I heard the faint 'click' of a lock as I strode over to the bed. I sat down and kicked my shoes off and laid down on the bed glancing over at him. A sly smile crept across his lips.
"What?" I asked concerned. Did he actually just bring me up here to talk? Heat rushed to my cheeks as he spoke.
"Nothing, I was actually gonna try and have a conversation with you, but my jeans are already becoming tighter with you laying on the bed like that." His words took me by surprise as I scooted up the bed, pressing my back to the head board and slightly bending my knees.
"You're actually attracted to me? Or do you just wanna get it in?" I asked even though I wasn't quite sure I wanted to hear the answer. He slightly shook his head making his way over to the bed. He sat on the bed and removed his ratty old brown boots before swinging his legs up and laying less than a foot from me.
"Both," He said, his left dimple slightly more prominent than his right. "I'd have to find you attractive to want to get it in. I don't fuck ugly girls." My mouth dropped open slightly. Partly because I was shocked with his words, and half because I was annoyed by his cockiness. "No reply?" He raised just one eyebrow to me.
"I don't fuck cocky blokes." I simply stated.
"Wow," is had sounded a bit harsher than I intended it to. "You have quite a mouth on you, don't you?" He wasn't offended? I simply shrugged, because what else was there to do. He put his finger under my chin and tilted my head to look at him. I let him guide me and my eyes landed on his, they seemed to look right through me, he had one of those rare stares that made you want him, and your body reacted with it.
