I can’t believe I let her talk me into this. I hate college parties.“C’mon,” Ava, my best friend, wines. “Don’t be such a Debbie Downer! This party is going to be fun!”“You say that every time,” I remind her.“There’s nothing I can say that will get you to stop whinging,” she relents.“I’m not whinging!” I whinge.She tilts her head disbelievingly but says nothing in response. As the uber pulls up to the curb, we step out and I immediately spot our friends sitting around a table on the front porch. Playing poker. Because, of course.I waltz up to the boys, leaning down to inspect Liam’s cards. I see Will swallow across the table, and I smirk to myself. He just couldn’t resist a glance at my lowcut top. The only pleasure I get at these stupid things is teasing him mercilessly.“Evening, gentlemen,” I greet, still looking over Liam’s cards. I grin, they’re shit.There’s a chorus of, “Hey, Lola”s, and, “How you been?” as they all focus intently on the game at hand.“Good cards,” I tell Liam, pretending to fail at being sneaky. The boys all glance around nervously – all eventually folding. Liam proudly throws his terrible hand down, gathering the chips of all his friends amid their groans and cries of, “Cheater!”.Liam chuckles, “Thanks.”“No problem.” I kiss his cheek, leaving a red lipstick print behind.“How did you not catch that,” Mark wacks Will on the arm. “I thought you were a psychology major!”Will stutters out an excuse whilst I share a grin with Ava. I know exactly why he didn’t pick up on my trick.We walk almanbahis inside and I’m immediately hit with the familiar smells of stale beer, B.O., and male desperation. This fucking sucks.“I think I’m gonna go mingle,” I tell Ava.She smiles knowingly. “And by ‘mingle’ you mean get shitfaced and find someone to fuck?”I grin back. “You know me so well. Are you gonna be okay?” Just as I ask this, a leggy blonde walks past, throwing Ava a wink.“Oh, I’ll be more than okay.” Ava pursues the woman and they strike up a conversation. I walk off in search of liquor – maybe something harder if the mood strikes.I get progressively tipsier over the course of the evening, mixing drinks that really shouldn’t be mixed. By the end of the night, I find myself in the kitchen and talking to some jock. I think his name is Chad? He’s clearly had more to drink than me – and that’s saying something.He places a hand on my side and I lean into it. “You wanna get outa here?” he slurs.I consider his proposal. “What’s in it for me?”He looks puzzled. “Sex?”I roll my eyes – why are jocks so fucking thick? “I want you to earn this,” I tell him. “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”He clues on. “Ohhhh. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”“You eat pussy?” I question.“For you,” he grins, “Yes.”“Good.” I’m about to ask where his room is – he’s so clearly a frat boy – when someone bumps into us, spilling beer all over him. I drunkenly realise they didn’t bump into us, they pushed Chad.“Get lost,” the almanbahis yeni giriş figure grunts. I roll my eyes. I know who it is without even looking.“God, Will!” I yell, shoving him roughly.“Yeah,” Chad seconds, “What’s your problem?”“You’re my problem!” Will pushes him again, harder. I jump up between the two. “Why don’t you go run to your fucking girlfriend and complain to her.”I whip around to face Chad. “You have a girlfriend?”He shrugs nonchalantly. “She won’t care.”I snort, “Of course, why would she care about another woman fucking her man? Get lost, asshole.” I don’t get involved with guys who are attached. Too much drama.Will looks at me expectantly, clearly waiting for me to thank him or some shit like that.“Oh, get fucked!” I cry. “I’m gonna go get another drink.”“Hey,” Will’s arm shoots out, catching my elbow. “You don’t wanna knock around with guys like Brad, okay?”So, that was his name.“What do you care?” I huff, yanking my arm out of his grip. “You hate me.”He rolls his eyes, “I don’t hate you.”I falter. “Wh- What?” Ever since high school, I’ve just assumed Will hated me. Our first interaction wasn’t exactly friendly and we’ve been arguing ever since. The only reason we still hang around each other is because we have too many mutual friends.“I mean we fight, sure,” he shrugs, “But I never hated you.”“Y-you didn’t?” Somehow it never occurred to me that Will’s supposed animosity towards me could just be, you know, how he is.“Shit,” he sighs, “You didn’t seriously think I hated almanbahis giriş you all this time?”I make an ‘I dunno’ sorta noise and he rolls his eyes.“Are you fucking kidding me?”“Whatever,” I shove him again. “If you don’t hate me then why are you such a dick to me?”“You’re a dick to me too,” he counters.I sigh. “I’m not talking about the arguing and teasing and all that.”“What are you talking about then?” he crosses his arms petulantly.I throw my arms up, gesturing to the retreating Chad Brad. “I’m talking about how every time I come to these stupid things, you always try to scare off whoever I decide to go home with.”He shrugs noncommittally. “You deserve better.”“What?” I scoff, “Like you, you mean?”“Well, yeah!” he blurts, suddenly flushing as he realises what he’s just said.It’s at this moment that I realise during the course of our argument, I’d been backed against the bench. I slowly slide myself on top of it, reaching out to bring Will with me.“I-,” he stutters. “I didn’t mean it like that, I…” he trails off, aware I’m not buying it. I’ll admit, there’s always been an undercurrent of sexual tension between us, and I guess Will’s passably attractive – Okay, he’s a fucking model.My arms snake around his body and I grab his waist, thrusting him forwards into my pelvis. He groans, his head coming to rest on my shoulder.“Do you want me?” I whisper in his ear, my breath tickling the hairs across his neck.He doesn’t need to answer, the bulging cock I feel pressing against my skirt answers for him.“Fucking take me,” I command.My words seem to snap him into action as he reaches out clamps his hands behind my back, pulling me closer to him. I grin as another groan escapes his lips. I look up and notice a few people watching intently.