I shoved my way through the drunk crowd, stepping into the kitchen, I spotted Charlie and Haley standing in a corner. Charlie was explaining something to Haley with a serious expression on his face and he immediately stopped talking when his eyes met mine, Haley also turned to look at me, she tried to walk towards me but Charlie grabbed her arm and said something to her, she pulled her arm out of his grip and trudged towards me.

She walked towards me with a glare? On her face and I totally didn't see it coming but she slapped me right across the face when she reached me.

Feeling the sting spreading, I held my cheek. Turned out, I was still a weak ass girl who couldn't fight back.

"You're the most pathetic bitch that I have ever met you know that?" She spat. People were starting to stare and my tears were welling up in my eyes.

I looked at her and then at Charlie who was standing behind her.

"What did I ever do to you guys?" My tone trailed off brokenly.

Charlie scoffed, "You're seriously asking?"

My heart sank, I thought we were passed this, thought we became friends, I thought he was a good person. Or maybe I just wanted him to be a good person but in reality? Charlie was nothing but an asshole and I finally excepted that fact.

"Is this about Adrian?"

"I don't know, Emily, is it?" He asked, jealousy was written all over his stupid face.

Pity.

"In that case, let me break it down for you Charles." I stepped towards them, keeping my eyes on charlie. "Adrian is a great guy, a great boyfriend and fuck it, he's even a much better kisser than you and I don't give a shit about what you all say about him okay? I like him just the way he is." I exclaimed, looking back and forth between them.

"Wow, Emily, I never took you for a slut until now." He said in a vicious tone, Haley laughed. It was the kind of tone that made me feel like his words were true. Like I was really a slut.

"What'd you just say?" I heard Adrian's voice ask behind me, I snapped my head and saw him walking towards us.

Shit.

I turned around and held him back before he could get any closer to Charlie.

"Adrian, let's just go." I placed my hands on his chest, hoping he wouldn't take another step, he stood his ground while looking at Charlie.

"I dare you to say it again." He said to Charlie, totally ignoring me.

Damnit.

"I called her a slut which is true because she's probably going to leave you for some other asshole too." He said. I swallowed a lump and acted like his words did not get to me.

Adrian chuckled sarcastically, looking down at me since I was still standing right in front of him.

"Son of a bitch said it again." He said to me while taking off his leather jacket.

I knew he was about to do something stupid and I hated it when people I cared about constantly got themselves in stupid situations.

"Adrian, please." I whispered to him when he instructed me to hold his jacket.

"Please what? Emily, he just called you a slut." He whispered back, but with a little annoyance in his tone.

"I know but-"

"No buts, you can go sit in my car if you don't wanna watch." He reached inside his pocket and placed his car keys in my hand.

I didn't want to watch.

So I decided to go and as soon as I walked out of the kitchen, people started rushing towards the kitchen due to a fight.

Stepping outside, I took a deep breath, I could hear people cheering inside the house, I spotted Adrian's car parked on the street. I released a sigh as I started walking towards it but I didn't feel like getting inside once I reached it. I decided to hang Adrian's jacket around my shoulders since it was freaking cold outside.

Damn it, it had his appealing scent.

I heard a door shut with a bang and looked up. He was walking towards me with a bottle of liquor in his hand.

Geez. And that was fast.

He stood in front of me, not saying anything. His hair was messy and he didn't have a scratch on his face but he lifted the bottle to his lips and that's when I saw his busted knuckles.

"God I hate alcohol." He scowled and extended it to me, I shook my head.

"Okay." He turned and sat the bottle down on the grass. He gave me a suspicious look but he didn't say anything, he just took the keys from my fingers and went around the car, getting in the driver's seat.

I got in the passenger seat and he brought the car engine to life.

At first, we were both silent. It wasn't awkward but neither was it comfortable. I was looking out the window while he was focused on the road.

I wanted to ask if he hit Charlie that hard because Charlie was surrounded by important people who could easily make phone calls to those much important people.

I sighed softly, looking at him.

"Did you hit him that bad?" My tone came out lower than I intended.

He turned to look at me for a second and then he looked back at the road.

He mumbled something that I didn't quite catch.

"What?" I asked.

"Why do you care?" He asked, his eyes glued to the road.

"Because maybe someone needs to call an ambulance or take him to the hospital." I shrugged.

He ran a hand along his bottom lip, looking outside the window for a slight second.

"I didn't hit him that hard." He said.

"Are you sure?" I asked when I didn't believe him.

He didn't respond, he just parked the car on the side of the road and finally turned to look at me, but it was more of a glare than a look.

"Are you like his fucking nurse or some shit?" He gestured with hands, sounding really annoyed.

I shifted in my seat, "No."

"Then what the actual fuck are you on about?" He asked.

What was I on about?

"It's just that, your knuckles are really-"

"I'm gonna have to ask you to go through that sentence in your head before you let it out of your mouth because I am five seconds away from literally dropping you off here and driving away, and trust me, I am not going to look back." He informed me. He sounded mad as hell.

I totally believed him, it sounded like something that he would do.

"Why are you acting all upset? I was just asking." I said in a calm tone.

"Because you're not supposed to fucking care about him, Emily c'mon, how clueless can you be." He opened the car door and got out of car.

I didn't care about Charlie, I was just concerned. Was that bad?

I watched from inside the car as he lit a cigarette between his lips and released a puff of smoke.

I wanted to get out of the car and tell him I didn't care but I debated against it.

He came came back in the car after he was done smoking. He started the car again and I sank a little in my seat.

He still looked upset but still handsome. Ironically.

"Adrian, I'm sorry-"

"Can you not talk for atleast... I don't know, the rest of this ride?" He asked without glancing at me.

"Yeah, sure." I mummered.

We both stayed silent for the rest of that ride until he stopped the car in front of his house.

"Stay in the car, I'm gonna go get something real quick." He announced while getting out of car, I also got out of the car.

"Wait, is your mom home?" I hurried behind him.

"She's not home." He said, without looking back.

Such an asshole.

"Is she working night?" I asked, climbing the steps.

"Yeah." He opened the front door and we stepped inside.

"And her boyfriend?" I asked.

"I told you to stay in the car." He started walking towards the staircase, I followed.

"Can I sleep over again?" I asked as he creeked his bedroom door open.

"No, I'm still mad at you." He turned on the lights and started looking for something. I smiled.

"C'mon man, I didn't mean it like that." I halfway whined.

"Then how did you mean it?" He continued looking for this thing.

"He's a human being, I care about every human being." I shrugged it off.

He glanced at me, "You're just making it worse."

"I'm sorry, okay? I really am."

He stopped searching for whatever and stayed quiet, looking at me curiously.

"Can I ask you something?" He leaned his back against the wall.

"Shoot." I sighed and plopped down on his bed.

"Do you still love him?" He questioned.

"No." I responded and it was surprisingly genuine and honest.

"Then what exactly do you feel for him?" He asked, his jaw twitched and his lips pulled into a straight line.

I stood and walked towards him, I held his hand in mine and he looked down at our hands.

"Nothing, I feel nothing for that asshole who I now ha-"

"Did you just call him an asshole?" His lips broke into a smile, I smiled back and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Yes." I whispered softly, looking into his eyes.

"Damn right." He uttered before smacking his lips on mine, his kiss was so slow and lazy but it still gave me butterflies, he snaked his arm around my waist and lifted me, I immediately wrapped my legs around him and I didn't care about the fact that my little dress had moved all the way up. He walked us to his bed.

He laid me down.

Breaking the kiss he drank me in, "Beautiful." He whispered. "Tell me when you wanna stop okay?" He asked. I moved closer to him till we were both kneeling in front of his each other on his bed.

I pecked his lips and nodded yes, I reached for the hem of his shirt, taking it off him and enjoying the sight.

He was so damn good looking. I Could stare at him all day if he let me.

My fingers trailed along the tattoo of my name on his chest then my hand ran down his abs, each pack hardening under my touch, I looked up and met his hooded eyes, his hair flopping on his face and his pink lips parted. I loved how hungry he looked.

So fucking perfect.

My hand travelled to the back of head, gripping his silky dark hair and pulling him into a kiss, I parted my lips while he pulled gently on my bottom lip, slipping my tongue in his mouth he sucked and I released a moan.

His hands went behind me, unzipping my dress and slowly sliding it off my shoulders, it fell off and he broke our kiss to look at me, all of me since I wasn't wearing a bra.

"You're so beautiful." He cupped the side of my face and kissed me again, this time very rough, messy, needy and so very wet. It intoxicated me and there was this ache between my legs.

I suddenly felt anxious and nervous.

I took the dress off fully and he laid me down, reaching for the hem of my underwear and pulling them down, I glanced at the ceiling, I felt his hand cup my entrance, I hitched my breath when I felt his finger slowly slide inside me.

"Fuck." He cursed. And started kissing his way down. His tongue leaving wet trails. But there was only one problem, Charlie never went down on me and I didn't think that I was ready for Adrian to do so.

"Adrian I- ah shit." I trembled when I felt his warm tongue on my clit. His tongue worked it's magic slowly and teasingly and it swirled around me, making me feel so.. ecstatic. "Oh, fuck." I cried out.

"So wet and tight and warm." He pushed in another finger and he started pumping in and out. Feeling like I was on the urge of exploding, my hands fist his sheets and I moaned his name.

"Jesus, Emily." He climbed on top of me and kissed my mouth, I could taste myself on his tongue.

"Can I fuck you?" He breathed into my mouth. "Please?"

Shit, that statement made my stomach tighten and my heart skipped a beat.

With Charlie, everything was so rough and quick and we did things his way because I didn't know how to say no due to my 'love' for him. And now here was this guy, literally asking with the word please.

He paused and looked at me questionably when I didn't respond.

"Are you okay?" He asked, hovering over me. "We can stop if-"

"Yes, I'm great, do you have a condom?" I asked.

"Oh shit, I don't have a condom." He said.

"Seriously?"

"Eager?" He smiled down at me, he opened the drawer beside his bed and pulled out a condom. I immediately regretted asking cause now I was wondering how many girls he had on that bed before me.

He sat up straight, tearing the condom open and pulled his pants down, I raised my brows at how big and hard he was while he slipped the condom on himself.

He crawled back on top of me and he kissed me, his hand travelled to the back of my left knee, lifting it as he slowly got inside me, I hitched my breath and gripped his arm.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, sounding concerned. He wasn't even fully inside.

Damn, he made me feel like a god damn virgin.

"I'm okay." I assured him and he pecked my lips.

He went all the way in, slow and deep.

He released a groan, "So fucking tight."

He began thrusting in then out with ease like he was exploring me, it was so nice but it felt too intimate, I mean, we were chest to chest, skin on skin and I could feel his speedy heart beat against my own.

I knew something was bound to change afterwards.

But he was so good at what he was doing, the way he constantly kissed me and made eye contact, the way he intertwined our fingers and called me beautiful, the way he kissed my neck and made me moan. It all gave me butterflies.

"I'm gonna have to go fast now, yeah?"

I nodded and he pulled out only to push back in harder, "ahh."

"Fuck, sorry." He kissed my mouth, I smiled against his mouth as I kissed him back.

This time thrusting faster and harder with deeper contact, he locked our bodies tighter and filled me over and over again.

"Fuck." I whimpered.

I rocked my hips and he groaned, cupping my right boob in his hand, his teeth nibbling on my bottom lip. So sweet yet so dirty. We looked into each other's eyes and breathed each other's air.

His hand went to my small back and he pulled me up a little, I didn't know what it was but that made my whole body go wild and I had goosebumps all over. I felt myself cumin but I didn't want to, not yet. I wanted us to stay like that till sunrise.

"Adrian-" He covered my mouth with his hand.

"I'm gonna cum if I hear you speak." He said in a deep breathy tone on my neck and that did it for me, his deep sexy voice made me shake and cum uncontrollably and I screamed out a moan.

"Fuck!" He released a masculine groan, burying his face in the crook of my neck and grazing his teeth on the skin on my neck.

Definitely left a mark.

He collapsed on top of me while we both tried to catch our breaths, then he kissed my forehead and dropped beside me.

"God, what the hell are you doing to me?" He asked breathlessly. I looked at him and smiled.

"Adrian Mackey."

"Emily Bennett."

"Do you wanna date me? For real this time?" I asked, without thinking it through.

He studied my face for a moment, like he was memorising every part then he leaned in and kissed me, a sweet promising kiss.

"Yes, I'd love to date you. For real this time." He said and my heart exploded with joy.