Violentine Oneshots

Nerds and College Parties

A/N: There's the song that's playing at the party (the lyrics are bolded). Enjoy more draft writing!

Oh, boy was she in for it. Not necessarily that it was bad, but she was definitely in for it. She hadn't even wanted to come to such a stupid party, filled with nothing but preps and alcohol, music so loud you couldn't hear yourself think. It was nothing like the scene she preferred, at home on the couch with Brody, munching on snacks and watching whatever movie was on TV because they'd finished their class work hours ago. But this? This was most certainly better than sitting on the couch with Brody.

“So! Who's ready to party!” Louis cheered, earning a small laugh from most of the group.

“Nice one, Lou,” Violet rolled her eyes, causing him to shake his head in confusion.

“I wasn't kidding,” He added, this time the group being the ones confused.

“We don't go to parties,” She stated. It was almost their code. They never went to parties, because they never got invited to any. Being the freshman on campus wasn't exactly the best for making friends.

“Because we haven't been invited to any!” Louis explained, grinning again. “Marlon and Mitch know the person that's throwing it. C'mon, please…? There’ll be cute girls, Vi!”  

Violet merely glared.

“Louis, we're nerds,” Aasim sighed, giving him a very unamused look.

“We never go to parties. That isn't our...status quo.”

Louis grinned, not even opening his mouth before Violet interrupted him. “If you start singing High School Musical, I'll cut off your hair in your sleep.” Louis instinctively gripped his head, frowning as Violet continued. “Besides, speak for yourselves. I'm not a nerd.”

Brody raised an eyebrow. “Violet, what shirt are you wearing under that hoodie?”

Violet slumped her shoulders a little bit. “....a comic shirt.”

“That's the one with Captain America, right?”

Violet scoffed, narrowing her eyes. “No, it's not! It's a print from Amazing Spider Man number seventy-one. Remember? The one where Wanda tries to convince Pietro about the danger-”

“-what was that about not being a nerd?”

Violet glared at the other three, stuffing her hands in her sweatshirt pockets. “Just because I like comic books doesn't mean I'm a nerd,”

Louis grinned. “Want me to get out that picture of you from seventh grade?” Violet's eyes widened in horror. “Ahh, mid puberty Violet. Remember your braces-”

“-Stop! Stop it, stop, please,” She begged, Brody mischievously tapping her own chin.

“Don't you have one of the original copies of the Avengers Comics?”

“Two, actu-” Violet paused, slumping and sighing. “Whatever. You guys suck.”

“You're coming to the party,” Louis grinned, Violet barely rolling her eyes as she pushed her glasses back up.

“No I'm not,”

“Yes you are!” He called back, running off to talk to someone else.

Violet had never been one for social interaction, nor physical activity. Thankfully, this was perfect. It wasn't social interaction, and not the kind of physical activity people generally thought of when they heard the word.

Her hands moved up to tangle in brown hair, a breathy gasp escaping her lips at the feeling of lips against her neck. Her nails dug into her palm, other hand moving up to pull the body closer to hers as she was pushed further back on the bathroom sink.

Yeah, this was definitely better.

“Said we shouldn't touch but now we're touching,”

Violet glanced around the house, a look of obvious discomfort finding its way onto her face. She had already lost Brody and Aasim to the crowd, Louis having run off when he spotted yet another one of his friends. The music was way too loud, room very hot as bodys mushed together.

“Said we wouldn't, said we wouldn't, who we foolin’, probably shouldn't,”

She should just go home. Go back to their house, put on pajamas, and go to sleep. That, or watch FRIENDS reruns.

“Look at us now,”

“Hey,”

Violet had never snapped her head around so fast. Maybe it was the hope of it being someone she knew. That, or the hope that she was about to be thrown out. After all, nerds didn't belong.

“You look kinda lost?”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Hot…” Violet was going to smack herself. She immediately shook her head, closing her eyes. “I mean, uh, the room, it's warm,” She tried, hoping prying eyes would just look away. “I really need to...uh...take off my hoodie…” Her sentence died on her tongue.

The brunette infront of her narrowed her eyes, smirking softly as she shifted on her hip. She lifted the red solo cup up to her face, pressing it against her cheek as she looked Violet up and down, making the blonde practically start shaking.

“You want a drink?”

Violet stood for what seemed to be hours, mouth hanging open as she thought. Did she want a drink? “What…?”

“Do you want a drink,” she asked again, obviously amused.

“Oh..Uh- ye-yeah, yes, sure,”

The brunette grinned. “What do I call you, sweatshirt girl?”

Violet had to mentally slap herself. “Oh...Uhm, V-Violet.”

The girl nodded, pushing through the crowd and grabbing the blonde's hand to drag her with her. “Violet, I'm Clementine.”

“C-le-hph-”

Clementine smirked into Violet's neck, biting one spot and earning a rather breathless groan, before kissing her way back up Violet's jawline and to her lips. Violet whimpered when they connected again, eagerly kissing back.

Clementine's hand gripped her jeans, earning a sharp gasp from Violet, only for Clementine to take the opportunity to add tongue. Violet whimpered, shoulders relaxing as she nearly sank into the countertop.

She felt Clementine's hands move up her face and grab onto her glasses, pulling them off and next to tossing them to the side. “You don't need these right now,” Clementine breathed, gripping Violet's thighs and pulling her closer, reconnecting the kiss as she wrapped Violet's legs around her waist.

Violet merely hummed in agreement, gripping onto Clementine's hair once more as the brunette broke the kiss, licking from Violet's jawline to her collarbone, Violet releasing another groan when-

“Dude, are you gonna- woah..”

Violet's eyes snapped up to meet Louis’, heart dropping into her stomach.

“Woah, wait, Vi???”

She didn't want that to end. If anything, she wanted it to go further. That was definitely not gonna happen now.

“Wait, Clementine?!” Louis turned to Violet, mouth agape. “You're making out with the Clementine Everett…?” Violet nearly spoke, before he interrupted her. “Clementine, you're g-? Y'know, that's for a different time. I won't tell. Enjoy yourselves,” He grinned, Violet hearing him lock the door from their side and slam it shut. At least they couldn't be bothered now.

“Fucking, ass hat…” She cursed, earning an eyebrow raise.

“It's hot when you curse,”

There was that feeling again. Violet looked to Clementine, eyes as dreamy as they had been just a few hours ago, before Clementine reconnected their lips. Maybe Louis hadn't ruined it completely.