'Some people are a lot like clouds you know,

cause life's so much better when they go.'

"Hey, thanks again for getting me a job at your uni," I smile at Chantelle.

She waves her hand as she sips from her cocktail. "Not a big deal at all, besides you're the best at your work."

"Still, it means a lot, things have been kind of slow lately..."

"There is this complete fuckable God in my drama class. Not like a Liam Hemsworth, more like a Timothee Chalamet..."

"Okay enough!" Anna says, sensing Chantelle going off topic. "Tonight is about Bella finally getting back on that horse after-" She looks to me to get the right amount of time.

"Ten months," I cough.

Nora adjusts her glasses, as Chantelle chokes on her drink. "Ten months! I thought it was four!" Chantelle says in disbelief.

"RIP Bella. RIP," Nora says shaking her head.

"Come on guys, sex isn't that amazing," I try to defend myself.

"Jesus it's worse than I thought, may as well just sew your vagina up now," Anna says with a playful smile.

I roll my eyes. "Fine, maybe I have forgotten what it even feels like at this point."

"Which is why you are leaving this club with someone tonight. You just need to fuck one guy to get it out of your system, then you can move on from fuckface and find your prince." Anna says.

Fuckface is the name we use to refer to my ex, anyone who spoke his name out loud is punched in the tit. Anna made up the rule, I thought it was a little extreme, but fuckface works for me.

"Or just fuck a shit ton of guys like me," Chantelle says sweetly while batting her eyelashes.

I sigh. "Fine."

Nora claps her hands together excitedly, her wavy brown hair bobbing along with her excitement.

"But I need to be way more drunk if this is really happening," I say.

Anna nods her head, and at the same time we all yell, "SHOTS!"

After three shots and four cocktails in, we are all well and truly feeling tipsy. Nora is struggling to keep her eyes open; we will be needing to get her home soon.

"Fucked him, fucked him, fuck- ugh gross would never fuck him-"

"Is there anyone you haven't slept with?" I ask Chantelle.

"Tate Turner," Anna says.

"No, I haven't but he is on my radar," Chantelle says.

"No Tate is walking over here!" Anna says.

"And he is looking right at you Bella!" Nora puts in.

I swallow the lump in my throat. He definitely isn't hard to look at that's for sure, and it wouldn't be anything serious with a guy like Tate.

"Hey," he says, his eyes only on mine.

"Hey," I think I whisper back.

"What's your name?" He asks with his sexy voice.

"This is Bella," Anna says and the rest giggle. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop the embarrassment.

"I haven't seen you around before?"

"My boyfriend just broke up with me." Why the shit did I just tell him that?

"I can help take your mind off him," he says with a smirk. "My place?" He asks, and I nod.

So I guess this is happening.

"Get her home," I say quickly to Anna about Nora.

"Of course! Now go get on that dick!" She smiles at me.

I roll my eyes but oblige. I had only ever slept with fuckface, so I figure I am entitled to at least a one-night stand once in my life.

We walk side by side kind of awkwardly, second thoughts start buzzing around in my brain. "Why did he leave you?" Tate asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

"He cheated on me actually, a lot of times." My second thoughts go right out the window as the anger breaks through the door.

Before I know it, I am beneath him on his bed, his soft lips pressing against mine, and I have to admit, it does feel pretty good. A tingling sensation makes its way between my legs, with each breath that leaves our mouths.

Ten months really was too long.

His fingers are about to move into me. "Wait," I say, trying to catch my breath. "Do you do this a lot?" I know that he does, hell most people know who Tate Turner is, but I want to see if he will lie. Maybe this is my brains last way of giving me an out.

"Yes," he says simply.

His honesty for some unknown reason turns me on. Maybe because I was used to a lying, cheating, scumbag boyfriend, that Tate's honesty is refreshing.

I pull his mouth back to mine, and spread my legs wider for his fingers to continue. I moan as his fingers move into me, the girls were right, I really was in denial. "Tate," I beg, needing more than just his fingers.

He rips his jeans down, moving his hand to his bedside table. I watch as he puts on a condom with ease, something he has probably done too many times before.

As he pushes inside me, we both moan out. I wrap my legs around him to bring him closer, it hurts a little bit as I get used to him, but it doesn't take long for the overwhelming pleasure to consume me.

Holy shit I have missed this.

As we both get close, he calls out Charlotte. "Charlotte?" I ask. Surely not my Charlotte? She would never get mixed up with a guy like Tate. Hell, I'm not even sure if she has kissed a guy before.

"I can call you a taxi if you'd like." Okay ouch. I knew this night would be nothing serious but that was kind of like a slap to the face. Clearly, he sees the hurt in my eyes. "Look Bella, I'm sorry," his eyes are filling with regret.

And then it hits me. He is just as broken as I am.

"No don't be, I knew who you were and I thought this would make me feel better."

He helps me get dressed, and oddly enough, I don't feel as bad as I thought I would. Maybe it will come later. If he is really in love with my Charlotte, she would probably be the best thing for him. I lean up to kiss his cheek. "I hope you get her Tate," I say before leaving without another word.

Maybe my words will stop him from feeling the guilt I saw growing along his face.