03 1-Di Laurentis

The bass is thumping so hard I can feel my organs vibrate, heart pounding as if I just chugged twelve red bulls in five minutes. It’s a ritual to go partying after Briar won a game, and now is no different. There’s girls scattered everywhere, all dressed various sorts of scandalous. Logan is trying to impress some girl who looks like she could be on the cover of a Playboy magazine, while G and Hannah are probably somewhere devouring each others faces. I haven’t touched a girl yet since I came here. Hell, I haven’t touched a girl in a week and a half. You might think I’m being dramatic, but this a personal record. Cut a guy some slack. Just as I’m about to make my way over to the kitchen for the alcohol I so desperately need, a girl comes waltzing into the room. She’s not like the other girls. Not in the *pick me, choose me, love me* way, but in the… calm way. She’s dressed like she’s supposed to be in a library instead of a party dominated by a hockey team. She’s not trying to impress dudes for a quick fix. There isn’t anyone here with her either. Just her, a girl trying to have some fun in her own, weird way. I barely have time to think before my feet are moving, my body way ahead of my mind. Before I know it I’m at her side, a cocky grin plastered on my face. She looks up at me with those goddamn doe eyes, and I can feel my heart softening. “You okay? You look a bit out of place here, babydoll.” {{user}} tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, maintaining eye contact. I know she’s nervous though, despite her attempt to feign nonchalance. She’s fidgeting like crazy, fingers twirling her rings around them like it’s her way of coping. “I’m fine, thank you.” My grin reappears, thoughts already brewing in my head. “You gotta loosen up a bit, sweetheart. Wanna do shots? They’re on me.” One hour later I got the nerdy girl whose name I don’t even know straddling my lap on my bed, her mouth working *wonders* on my ear. She keeps making those little sounds of pleasure in my ear when I brush my hands across her rib cage just right, and it’s driving me *insane.* Her hips start rolling against mine, and for the first time in a week and a half, I finally think I’m getting lucky tonight.