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My face is dripping with sweat, and my hands are clammy to the touch but my whole body feels alive.

We had another great night playing a few of our latest songs in a pub called cruise. Tonight, we had a slightly bigger crowd and the energy in the room felt euphoric.

I step off stage, setting my guitar down and sweeping my damp hair out of my eyes. My bandmates join me, grinning ear to ear. Harley pounces on my arm with a sequel.

"You did amazing baby!" I shrug her arm off to grab a bottle of water laying on the table.

My heart is still hammering with adrenaline. I love that feeling while I sing and play the guitar on stage. It's my place. It makes me feel like it's my purpose on this earth.

"Let's go guys," JJ pushes us out the exit door and a cold breeze sweeps over me. We head towards JJ's mini blue Volkswagen van and we all climb in one by one.

"I think that was the best we've ever played. Did you see the crowd? They fucking loved us!" Matt says while grabbing a bottle of beer from under the seats.

He hands me and the girls a bottle each while we chat amongst ourselves until we pull up at JJ's home.

"Well, guys, to celebrate our successful performance tonight, Reese you specifically--" he holds a bottle for himself, "--I brought us a little party of our own." the girls cheer and we boys clap hands.

Twenty minutes later -- and true to his word -- JJ has somehow managed to bring almost fifty or more fans, groupies and friends over for a few drinks.

As soon as I step inside the house, I'm greeted by a crowd of cheers, back slaps and compliments on our music.

A few girls come over to me asking me to sign their chests and then handing me their numbers. I won't lie and tell you I don't like this kind of attention, I do. It makes everything feel real.

I'm sitting in the corner of the lounge, Matt sits on my left. His blond sweaty hair stuck out in different angles across his face, nearly covering his hooded sapphire eyes. He's already intoxicated, gazing at an auburn-haired girl with a pretty decent chest and mile-long legs. He smirks at me, before stalking his prey for the night.

Roxy's long, slim legs are sitting comfortably on JJ's lap as she leans into him, kissing the side of his squared jaw. Her jet-black hair covers her slender body and her short black skirt rides up to her thighs.

Harley sits next to me as usual. She likes to sling her arm around me to have some sort of claim, I repeatedly tell her I'm not fucking hers, though she still manages to worm her way in. Again, I shake her arm off me and she sits back in the chair in a huff.

We've slept around for a whole year and I know I'm an asshole for using her or any other girl for sex.

I tell them I'm not looking for anything more than a hookup, I make my actions very clear. Some girls are fine with it and then others -- such as Harley -- like to think they can change me.

It's pretty sad.

Speaking of other girls I hook up with, I spot Kira -- one of our groupies -- and her friends heading this way.

I started having a fling with Kira about a month ago. She's gorgeous, with strawberry blonde hair, turquoise eyes and a beautiful smile. She has a cute little body that I couldn't wait to get my hands on.

I quickly got bored of her and her stick figure after a while, but I still like to have her around from time to time.

Sorry, not sorry.

She strolls in and her eyes meet mine. We haven't spoken in over a week, she tried texting me a few days ago wanting to hook up. Like the dick I am, I ignored it.

I kind of feel bad. I mean the girl hasn't done anything wrong.

It's just me.

She studies me thoughtfully as I cast my gaze away from her. I decide to drink more and have fun with my friends. This is a party after all, and Harley is looking fine in that burgundy two-piece tight satin dress. Her skin is creamy and she smells like coconut and something tropical.

If I try to block out the irritating voice in my head, it's all good.

I look around the room and see familiar faces. My thoughts turn back to a certain bottle blonde from my English class. She invited me to her house tomorrow to write this paper we have due.

I seriously can't believe I got paired up with the spoiled rich bitch.

I don't want to waste my time with some arrogant little brat.

I haven't told my friends about meeting her tomorrow or that we are partners for this stupid essay. I want it over and done with. The girl is weird, especially since I found her lurking in the men's bathrooms.

I mean seriously?

On the other hand, after I sat down in English class and spoke to the girl, she seemed... different. I was surprised by how gentle and curious she was. She wanted to listen to our band, I felt shocked and frankly a little excited. I don't know why, but I feel drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. Why couldn’t I get that girl out from under my skin?

It could be a game.

I don't want to be wasting my time with a girl like her.

She's a princess and this is a one-way ticket to get into the popular crowd, by hooking up with the lead singer of the school's rock band. I bet she'd get really great publicity from the outside world.

And with that realisation, I tightened my jaw so hard it ached.

She won't fool me.

Nevertheless, I am intrigued to see her world. Her dad is Mason freaking Love and maybe I'll get a small glimpse of Mariah. Although, I don't know what she looks like these days since she's not really in the public eye anymore.

Let's just say, I think tomorrow will be a very interesting day.

After another four beers and three shots later I find myself in bed with none other than Harley. I don't know why I do it, she's just always around when I'm drunk and wanting sex.

I don't even remember coming upstairs, getting undressed or getting in bed. My cock is deep inside her tight, warm core as I pump quick and hard thrusts.

"Oh god, right there!" she continues moaning in my ear until she screams one final time and her body relaxes. I feel a twitch and I spill out into the condom with a groan.

I roll off her and stare up at the white ceiling, feeling guilty about all this. My heart begins to slow back down and I clean myself up. Harley sighs in contentment and then leans on one elbow to look at me.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." her false nails scrape my bare chest, making me shiver.

"Only because no one else caught my eye tonight."

She scoffs. "Just admit it, Reese, we are supposed to be together. I mean, we're in a band together. We look pretty hot and everyone knows we could be the perfect couple."

I sigh, feeling frustrated that I have to keep explaining this to her every time we are intimate. "H, I told you, that's not going to happen. You will always be a bandmate and a quick fuck. That's it."

Maybe I should have worded that a little differently because the look in her eyes is practically murderous right now.

"You know what? Fuck you! I've had enough of you leading me on!"

Well, I never gave you a reason to think that. I think.

I was always pretty clear, like the rest of them.

"I told you how it is." I'm getting beyond annoyed at her right now. She understood where I stood with relationships.

"I don't care what you said! I thought I could change the bad boy player -- Reese Black. How wrong was I? You're an ass, you'll never change." she gets out of bed, picking up the clothes I had frantically thrown on the floor.

She dresses in record time and storms out the door, looking back over her shoulder once more. "You'll come crawling back to me eventually."

I smirk at her. "I believe it's you who keeps crawling back to me sweetheart."

She groans, slamming the door with a thud and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change from being the heartless player that I am.

I'm in a rock band, I guess it's what I do. Party, drink, sex.

It's the only good thing I have in life.

Growing up in a household where my parents constantly argued day in and day out made me not want to commit to anyone.

Right now I'm living my life, I'm fucking eighteen. I've got plenty of time to party, drink and hook up before I settle down with one girl.

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