F**kboy Michael Langdon X reader

first date

Chapter plot: Y/N meets Jim Mason, first date for Michael and reader, etc.

Warnings: nsfw, language,

Soundtrack: First date by Blink 1-82

"Waiting for a Girl Like You."

Chapter 5

"First Date"

It was over, at least for now. If Michael was going to change for real and stop being a player then maybe you would give him more of your time beyond just having to work on your project together. It wasn't fair what he did to you and you didn't deserve it. You weren't going to put up with any of it and you didn't have to. Since Michael was having his fun, you were going to have yours too. You needed more adventure and excitement in your life. You needed to see more beyond your dorm room and the university classroom walls. There would be some drinking that night, you knew that. Drinking was expected at parties in college. Sororities and fraternities were partying all of the time so you could party with the best of them. You only lived once after all. This would be good, you thought. A night out having fun and a few drinks. At least one. The party was loud and the music was pumping. It was going to be a good party because it was an open bar and there were a lot of people dancing, playing pool along with beer pong, karaoke, and your favorite song currently playing loudly through the sound system. Your heart was beating loudly in time with the booming bass. It was a good atmosphere and everyone was letting loose. You wanted to have fun too. After getting your favorite mixed drink at the bar, you decided to start dancing. They were playing another song by one of your favorite bands. After the song was over, a boy who was dirty blonde/brunette came up to you. He was wearing board shorts and a blue and white surf shop t-shirt that matched his eyes.

"Hi, I'm Jim Mason."

"I'm______" Y/N told Jim.

"Are you enjoying the party so far?" He asked with genuine curiosity in his tone after taking another swig of his beer.

"I am. Glad it's the weekend," you enthused looking directly into his eyes.

This guy was so beautiful. He was very charming. He liked to surf, he had eyes as blue as the ocean, he dressed well, and he was easy to talk to. The party was dull so far but of course, this blue-eyed boy was talking to you and you were glad he was. It was good to finally have someone to talk to again. Jim was a good guy, at least he seemed to be so far. He was majoring in marine biology and you thought he carried himself well. He loved to surf, it was his passion which was good. You told him your major and he showed genuine interest in you. He was handsome but so was Michael. You liked them both but in different ways. You were still hurt though because of what Michael had done to you. Michael was another story. You didn't know yet what was going to happen with him and of course, much to your distaste, you would have to see him again soon to return his book Dante's Inferno and to work together on the paper and presentation for Italian 101. It was going to be a good night though. Even though you missed Michael, you were tired of Madison's crap. How could he put up with her? He said he was done but that seemed to be far from true. There would be another chance for him if he got on his hands and knees and groveled towards you with an apology. What was bad though was the appearance of none other than Madison. She was by the bar getting her martini and smoking. You didn't want her to notice you though so you took Jim by the hand and led him to the nearest empty room. Downing more of your drink, you both sat down on the bed.

"What was that about? Trying to avoid someone?" He asked interested. He put his hand on your knee.

"Just someone I don't want to see. Long story. Let's just talk if that's alright with you?" You asked hopefully.

"That's fine. What do you want to talk about?" The way his hand felt pressed on your leg was comforting. You wanted to kiss him.

You moved in for the kiss and his lips crashed into yours. His lips were strong and he was a good kisser. He was very passionate and he showed vigor and enthusiasm with his lips. His mouth explored yours and his tongue felt right moving against yours, tasting you, savoring you. You broke the kiss though. It didn't feel completely right. It was going to have to end though because you didn't want to do something you might later regret.