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•   𝟵:𝟧𝟧 𝒑.𝒎.  
big ass  birthday  party  .

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second pov .

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this party was a
reminder on why
you like to stay
at your apartment.

the music was fucking blaring, people were pouring out the front door into the yard, so many girls damn near naked as the dudes were sitting and staring at the eye candy, everyone standing to the side to drink or dance and grind upon each other's wet, slippery bodies. and that was just what you've seen on the outside.

"this person must really fuck with you to let you park your car in their garage." you muttered, looking around and studying the dimly lit yet fancy, nice ass garage.

they had a few other cars parked on
side of each other. all between the colors of a cool white or clean black. one car really stuck out to you.. for some reason. you kept finding yourself to stare at the vehicle in awe yet curiosity.

"um, i guess.." you didn't catch leyla gently smiling to herself, looking away
as she bit her lip, thinking of the person.

"why does this party have to be so big leylaaa." you whined, dreading to even
see how the inside looks.

"we gonna have somewhere to chill and shit so you'll be fine," leyla explained before smacking your thigh playfully.
"now come on, follow me."

you two were now out the car, and she took your hand into hers, gripping it tight as she walked near the garage door with keys. "don't let go, alright?" she noted, unlocking the door carefully.

you were definitely confused. "okay.."
but you would question later.

just as fast as the door opened, it was closed and locked by leyla. and now you
two were in the mix of the thick as party crowd. was it ten times worse than what you've seen outside? pretty much.

the smell of marijuana with the mixture lust and sex, flooding your nostrils, the sudden smell making you scrunch your nose in distaste as mustiness was heavily exposed too. everywhere you turned your head, either some crazy activities were going on, someone damn near having sex on the couch as a few eyes watched whilst another pair would let each other into the restroom to do goodness knows what. the only good thing about it was that some ass was being thrown.. some girls knew what to give and others was just taking up space on the dance floor.

leyla guided you through the thick crowds as you felt either textures of clothes graze your skin or literal bare skin touch yours.
people would not keep still for shit, and they definitely could not keep their eyes off of you.

you felt many, many eyes stare at you with sinful intent. some cute, most ugly. and definitely all of them not having any type of respect for women.

"i wanna go to the backyard.." you thought to yourself. it was more peaceful out there and only a few chicks was in the pool, on their phone or talking to another person near them.

"we're almost there,
lets just get a drink first!"

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"look at you eren. finally partying. did you finally ditch miss goodie two shoes for your old ways again?"

bethany, would whisper near the brunette's ear, the girl who basically
had two pieces of string on for a bathing suit sitting upon his lap, near his ear like a damn serpent, lips spewing with bad energy.

eren, didn't respond to the girl who would slowly grind upon his lap, wanting to get a reaction out of him, so maybe she could help solve it. his eyes were glazed a hue of red, but he wasn't completely out of it.

"i knew you couldn't keep that act up for long. you knew miss goodie two shoes at least could not give you want your heart what it truly desires." bethany chuckled.

"corruption." she teased, licking the
cup of his pierced ear, wrapping her
arm around his broad shoulder as the
other would guide his hand to her bare
ass. "she can't give you that. good girls
cant give you trouble, eren. but i can."

bethany was toxic. especially when with eren. the girl bought the worst out in him, and that's when he knew it was a problem that he could not fix. so he broke up with her, wanting better for himself. the same day he did, he met [ y/n ].

"who said [ y/n ] was a good girl?" eren finally turned his attention to bethany,
his eyes glazed yet full of aggravation as he stared at the girl, jaw clenched as she was fucking up his high.

"come on eren, we both know it." she tilted her head, getting more access to
his neck. "ever since you spent time with
her, you don't do shit. and that's not like you at all baby. i worry for you." she gave a small kiss to his neck.

"you worry for me?" the brunette questioned, the desire to find the urge
of pushing bethany off, but he couldn't.

corruption.

"yes baby. i don't know if she knows but.. don't you feel like you shouldn't trust her with.. i don't know, your shows?" bethany muttered lowly, a smirk only she can see, growing upon her lips.

that's when eren felt a pit in his stomach.

"she can't do half the shit we did on that fucking camera, eren. who knows if you can find anyone like that again. oh wait, i know. you fucking can't."

"i .." he breathlessly couldn't finish his sentence, the pit in his stomach starting to enlarge itself.

"do you know if you could even trust her with that shit? what if she judges you? and she think that shit is nasty and weird to do, then what eren?"

"you shouldn't risk her knowing. it's good enough that i know. im all you need."

corruption.

"shut the fuck up." he gritted, not
appreciating the fact that bethany
was contributing to his worries.

would she judge me?

"im just saying eren," she began to caress his thigh, touching all over him. "she can't do you like i can. she can't give you what you truly desire. and she definitely can not contribute to your shows like i can. you know the viewers would not eat that shit up."

his jaw ticked, his grip on her ass began
to pinch tighter, causing her pain as she gasped. "how the fuck are you tellin me what my viewers would and would not like?" as if she was the master behind him pulling all the strings like he was a puppet to her.

and that's exactly how it used to be.

"they ask for me all the time, eren."
she answered.

"you still watching my shit?" she would only know that from his live stream chat.

"only because i worry for you." she cooed, inching her hand upwards, gently caressing each and every muscular crease beneath his shirt.

"they only wanna see me fuck someone. they don't necessarily wanna see me fuck you." he scoffed. she was having to much pride for something that has nothing to do with her.

"i was the first on the show, so why
not give them want they want, eren?"

corruption.

"im everything you want eren. miss goodie two shoes can't compare to the euphoria you can get from me."

sure, bethany was everything eren wanted.. if he wanted to end up in
a fucking mental hospital. she was
not healthy for him, no matter how
many times she would tell him that
you only live once as she would try
and pressure him to drink an weird
opened bowl substance. good thing
armin noticed red flags before eren
could have really lost himself.

"you don't know what's good for me.
and you damn sure don't know [ y/n ].
so stop calling her miss goodie two shoes and stop bringing her the fuck up."

eren didn't like the fact that everything that came out her mouth really revolved around [ y/n ], as if she's competition to her or something. which she was not. she didn't even come close to being nearly on the same level as [ y/n ].

bethany stared at eren in disbelief.
"your in denial eren. and i know you
are because you didn't even try to
avoid me." she inched closer to his
face. "i'll show you. let's fuck. tonight."

this is exactly what eren was talking about. this is why he hated to go out
when basically in his damn feelings,
whether he wants to admit it or not.
making regrettable, irreversible
mistakes cope with whatever shit he
has going on in his life.

eren turned his head, eyes half lidded
as he wondered what should i do. it was
sad enough he had to think about it. but
this is exactly how bethany is. she brings
the worst out in him.

the room was dimly lit. just those
two alone. armin was probably outside, losing is mind because his idiotic friend
is back in a room with the girl who nearly ruined his life. as his mind was slow in thinking. and being under the influence, he was threatening to resort to his old ways of coping.

that was until his phone kept
vibrating underneath him.

"don't think about it, eren. let's just do
it." she pressured further, watching the man pull out his phone, the bright light reflecting onto his pretty features as he read a text from armin.

armin 🤓.

where tf are you.

you are why im growing
grey hairs at nineteen, eren.
9:58

i swear im gonna choke you.

what fucking room are you in
you damn idiot.
10:05

eren.

i think [ y/n ] is here.. and
she's getting a lot of attention.

so you better come here before
someone scoops her up.
10:07

( ☆  •  ★ ) ━━━━   𝟭𝟳𝟢𝟨 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌  🎥 .

—   man i hate this shitty ending 🙎🏽‍♀️.
but guys, i came out w/ a connie
book. im excited for it, so if your
interested in some yummy connie
springer, go readdd for me <𝟑𝟑𝟑.

- 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖤𝖲 ™

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