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1.3 Partition

Ariana

Luke, for the past two days, from when I first met him, has been my little escape from reality.

He's new, he doesn't know me as the bitchy hot girl. He knows me as the hot girl who needs a break.

He's an attentive listener, and he's got quite the heart. But I won't lie, and say that we have been a bit more than just friendly. We flirt, we joke around- in the most perverted and lewd way possible.

But it's nice to have someone who doesn't want you in bed, yet can joke around about being in bed with you. There's a difference, and it is very, very refreshing.

It's actually Saturday, and as predictable as this sounds... I've got a party to go to. It's my friend, Aaron's birthday. He just turned twenty two, and even though he doesn't go to my school; he somehow knows a lot of people from here.

His college and my college are cousins, I guess. So they come together for a lot of events.

It's also a Halloween themed party, so it gives all us girls to wear as little clothes as possible. I decide to wear a leotard, its black with white stripes, and netted black panty hose underneath.

That's not all. I have on these thigh high black high heel boots- and looking at myself in the mirror, I realize how perfectly hookerish this looks. My hair is pulled back in a half-up, half-down pony tail, and my lips are a bold red. I'm proud of my appearance.

➺

Walking in, was nothing unusual. The smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol filled my nostrils as I took in the gyrating bodies. I weaved my way through them as the blaring music made my heart thump against my chest to the beat. I saw Aaron and Elizabeth Gillies talking, while having a glass of wine. They seemed pretty sober, and I was glad that I'd be able to have a conversation with non-drunken peers.

As I walked up, Aaron's face broke into a wide smile, and he set his glass down before holding his arms out for me as if I were his favorite aunt. "Ari!"

A soft giggle escaped my lips but it was drowned into the loud music and chatter. "Aaron!" I shout back, equally enthusiastic. The tall male pulls me into a cuddly hug, and I see Elizabeth shoot me a smile.

"Hey," I say to her, smiling slightly at her. I turn back to Aaron though. "Great party, and happy birthday!"

He looks so happy, and his happiness radiates off of him like a heater. His heat wave wraps around me like a blanket and I'm bouncing with the same joy. "Thanks, Ari," Aaron's smile only grew, and its contagious because I caught it. His eyes glanced around and they landed on a wine bottle. "Wine? Vodka? Anything you'd like, want some?"

I hesitate, and I glance over my shoulder only to find Harry Styles gazing at me- standing beside Jai Brooks and well, Graham Phillips. I could tell they're talking about my lewd outfit. They're eyes scanning over my figure, and the subtle nodding of their head's direction. I sigh, and return my attention to Aaron and my head is bobbing up and down before I could stop it.

He swiftly pours me out a glass of whatever drink, but since he knows me so well; I take an educated guess and say it's very strong red wine. I don't bother sipping it, and I chug the entire thing down. The alcohol in the drink burns my throat unlike soothing subtle red wine- the normal kind. Problem is, I'm a lightweight. One little drink and I'm a tiny bit tipsy.

"I'm gonna go sit on your couch." I mumble, and I'm pretty sure he understood what I said- that or he wasn't listening because he continued to talk to Liz. I push through the crowd of people and plop down on the couch with a second drink of wine. Two girls land beside me and they land ontop of each other. As awkward as this may seem, I'm forced to watch them at times; for they somehow end up leaning towards me when they kiss.

"Ariana Grandie." A voice calls over the music and I see a tall figure standing in front of me. Wait, Grandie?

It's surely Luke.

I let out a groan, and roll my eyes. "Just because I told you what my last name originally sounded like doesn't mean you say it that way, Lucas."

The blue eyed boy squished himself between the lesbians and myself, and I'm quite relieved. He smiles wickedly at me. "You look slutty but gorgeous. Definetely my type," He purrs jokingly in my ear, chuckling mildly.

I smirk and nudge him away, which failed because the snogging couple was in the fucking way. "I'm not that desperate for affection."

"Speaking of affection, Miss Grande, would you like to dance?"

I was unhealthily bored with this party, and the snogging lesbians beside me didn't do me much good. Automatically, I nodded, standing up before the blonde. "Come on."

➺

After I dragged him into the crowd of grinding bodies, Luke pulled me against him, and the rush of the music's loudness blurred my judgement and my back was against his chest and my hips grinded against his front.

Driver roll up the partition please

He leads my hips, and swaying them, and grinding them onto him roughly.

I don't need you seeing Yoncé on her knees.

I slide down his bold figure, until I'm bouncing on my legs and I'm up again. But as I rise up again, Luke doesn't bother waiting my arrival. He pulls me up impatiently.

Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up, and we ain't even gonna make it to this club.

And before I could even stop it, before we could even dance longer than ten minutes, he crashes his lips onto mine.

But I don't stop him, or refuse. As a matter of fact, my lips respond, and the smacking sound of our lips meeting drowned into the music. He kissed me heatedly, as we continued to move to the music. Our hips grinding in sync.