Stepping out of the car, I pulled down my tight dress. The pounding bass could already be heard, even though we were parked rather far away.

"Tell me again, how did you invited to this place?" My friend spoke up, pulling me from my thoughts. We stared in awe at the mansion coming into view.

"I don't know, Cassy." Her eyes rolled.
"Jackson invited me," I add.

"I don't understand why you won't date him," She said as we started walking toward the large house.

"He is very handsome, but he's only a playboy."

"So what? He's hot," I gawked at her.

"I know that you don't care, but I actually date guys that I could be with for a long time."

Her brown eyes rolled again. "Why, so you can get hurt even more? The longer the relationship, the harder the break up will be."

I sighed. She does have a point. But I'm not that type of girl.

Sure, bad boys are hot. But is it really worth it when you will just end up getting toyed with?

"Just have fun tonight," She said while looking at me. "Don't worry about what others think, just let go. And if you want to make out with a guy, go for it. Especially if it's Jackson."

I chuckle.
"You sure give some great advice, don't you?" I said, sarcasm rolling off my tongue.

"Sure. After all, that's what I am here for."

Raising a hand up to the door, I knocked on it.
I'm not sure if its necessary, since the loud volume of everything going on might just block out the noise.

Minutes later, the door swung open to reveal a dark haired boy. His thick eyebrows raised, while his mouth formed into a smile.

"You made it!" His deep voice spoke.

"Thanks for inviting me, Jackson" I smile slightly. "Did you think that I wouldn't come?"

He thought about it for a second before answering.

"You just don't seem like the party type. But don't just stand there, come in!" Jackson said, inviting us in.

I was immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol. There was a good amount of people here, but I definitely expected a lot more.

My eyes scanned the sweaty bodies. They landed on a certain boy.

His hair was hidden under a beanie. Muscular arms were filled with tattoos, and completely visible since he was in a tank top.

"I'm going to get a drink. Do you want anything?" Cassy yelled over the music.

"Whatever you're having" I answered.

"So," Jackson spoke, throwing an arm around my shoulder. I stiffened up at his gesture.
"What made you decide to come?" He spoke into my ear, probably so that he didn't have to shout.

"I was in need of a party," I answered simply.

Jackson and I made short conversation while waiting from my drink to arrive.
When it did, I put the plastic cup to my lips and drank it.

"Let's split up!" Cassy yelled, already tipsy.
I nodded at her, and she was off.

"And then there were two," Jackson said with a charming smile.

"Who's this?" Another boy emerged from the numerous bodies.

My breathing came to a halt.
It was him.

"Ah, this is the girl I was telling you about," Jackson grinned again. "Her name is Raina."

"Raina..." He repeated. "Such a beautiful name."

My eyes raked over his features. The tattoos that climbed across his skin never fail to take my breath away. Not to mention his melodic voice.

"Thank you," I said shyly.

"It fits you," He winked.

I tilted my head in confusion.
What on earth is that supposed to mean?

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He further explained, which made my eyes rolled slightly.

He may be gorgeous, but those cheesy pick up lines don't fool me.

"Jackson!" A guy called.
His name is Mark, if I remember correctly.

"Well, it looks like I'm needed somewhere else. 
Are you okay, staying with Jay?" Jackson asked, showing concern.

"Go ahead. It's your party after all," I gently pushed him.

He looked back at me. "Thanks, I'll make it up to you."

"Nonsense, just go."

He seemed a bit reluctant leaving me there, but I don't need someone to supervise me the entire time.

"So," Jay spoke. "Should I show you around?"

"Nope." I answered, starting to walk away.

Jay grabbed arm, roughly pulling me back.
My eyes widen at the sudden gesture, and he drops my arm.

"You're supposed to stay with me," He stated.

"I'm not staying with you."

His lined eyebrow raised.
"Jackson said-"

"I don't care what he said."
I sighed, "Don't you have other girls to hit on?"

Jay stifled a laugh. "You think I'm hitting on you?" The smirk was evident in his voice, which only made me want to slap him.

"No, I don't."

"Then let me show you around."

"This is a party, not a house tour" I retort.

"Hmm~ someone is sassy," He cooed, running his slender fingers down the exposed skin on my arms.

Chills ran up my spine, and I shut my eyes gently.

"I don't like bad boys," I state, eyes still closed.

"But you seem to like me right now," He taunts, speaking lowly into my ear.

His fingers moved to my hips, and he tapped them gently. My eyes shot open, only to find his face a few inches from mine.

Jay's hands traveled lower and lower, until they reached my inner thighs. Soft lips found my neck, but I pushed him away.

Walking over to the bar, I ordered another drink.

"It will be ready in a minute, sweetheart!" The bartender spoke kindly.

I nodded and sat down at one of the stools. An image of Jay forced it's way into my mind. I shivered at the thought.

How can he have such an affect on me?

"Still thinking about me?" A voice hummed into my ear.

It's much more quiet in this area, so there is no need to talk loudly. Meaning, everyone is heard perfectly fine.

I shivered as his fingers touched my thighs again. My hand slapped his away, not letting him go any further.

"Leave me alone," I command calmly.

"What's the matter, babe?" He pouted.

"Don't call me that," I scoff.
Who does he think he is?

"Jay!" An extremely feminine voice shrieked.
I rolled my eyes once again.

He turned and greeted her, but quickly came back to me.

"Jay, come dance with me!" She requested.
She's a fan of him.  The poor girl.

"Ah, not now..." He smiled apologetically.
She pouted and stomped away, probably trying to look cute.

"Why won't you dance with her? She likes you, no need to be rude."

"I'm not being rude. I don't want to dance with her."

"Well, why not?" I ask quickly.

"Because I'm with you."

* * *

My eyes fluttered open as the sunlight shone through a window. Regret hit me instantly and I flinched in pain.

To be completely honest, I'm pretty sure that I had a little bit too much to drink last night.

Groaning, I hide under the covers. An unfamiliar scent hits my nostrils and it is then that I realize,
this is not my bed.

I sat up quickly in shock, but winced as my head pounded from the sudden movement.
At this point, I wasn't very concerned so I just hid under the covers.

The door opened and closed quietly, followed by light footsteps walking towards the bed.

Before I knew it, the covers were gently peeled back as a hand caressed my arm.
I opened my eyes slowly.

"Morning, princess," He said quietly, keeping in mind that I was majorly hungover.

"Morning," I mumbled and hid my face.

"I brought you this," He said, handing me some painkillers and a glass of water.

I thanked him and gulped them down.

"Do you want any food? I made breakfast"

"You know how to cook?" I asked, trying to ignore the waves of nausea.
He shrugged and sat next to me.

Why is he being so kind? Maybe Cassy was right in saying that it would be worth it.

Oh, shit.
My eyes widen. "Where's Cassy?"

"Oh, don't worry about her," He chuckled. "She's passed out in the guest room." I let out a sigh in relief.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, half joking.

I started to ponder, but got distracted when I noticed that I was no longer in my dress. A large t-shirt was hanging loosely on my body.

"How did I get this on?" I questioned in shock.
He laughed again.

"I'm guessing you don't remember much, then."

"Not really," I admit.

As much as I should be ashamed, I wasn't.
A comfortable aura was in the air, and I was not embarrassed in front of him.

"Are you tired?" He inquired, using a serious tone.

"A little, but I'll be fine," His lips curve up.
"Thank you, Jackson. You didn't have to do this."

He probably let a lot of people stay over, but he didn't have to. They could have called a cab for Cassy and me, sending us on our way.

My thoughts wandered back to last night. The things that I actually remember are every incident I had with Jay.

"Jay is still here," Jackson said, as if he were reading my mind.

"Oh, he is?" I try to sound uninterested.

"He is." Jackson repeated. "I'd bring him in here, but Jay is also suffering from a hangover."

I giggle. "The bad boy gets hangovers?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," He winked.

We shared some laughs, and eventually the pain faded away. The pain from my head, that is.
I still felt awful, but Jackson made me forget about it.

"I'm serious though, Jackson. Thank you so much. I should have been more responsible."

"Don't worry about it, Raina. Why don't you have a shower? It will make you feel better, trust me." He said, getting up and grabbing another one of his shirts from his closet. This must be his room.

"I'd let you use my shorts, but they will undoubtably be too large for you..." He said hesitantly.

"It's fine, I don't need them."
Thankfully, I keep a pair of shorts in my purse at all times.

"Alright, I'll show you to the bathroom."

As promised, Jackson lead me into the restroom and showed where everything was. He handed me towels to dry, and left quietly.

Before I got undressed, someone knocked on the door. I opened it to find a very tired looking Jay.

His eyes were closed, and his hair was disheveled.
Jay rubbed his eyes and looked at me.

A smile tugged at my lips as I observe the sleepy boy. He looks so innocent when he isn't fully awake.

"Oh um," Jay cleared his throat. "S-sorry."

"It's alright," I answer.

His gaze begins to rake over my body.
Looks like his innocence doesn't last long.

"Are you done?" I ask.  His head tilts in confusion.
"I would like to take a shower, so if you're done gawking at me,I will go do that."

His mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
Jay sighs in defeat, trudging away.

*

After my shower, I changed into my black spandex and Jackson's shirt.

As much as I talked down about Jackson, he really has been sweet. Between letting me sleep in his bed and lending his shirt to me (which by the way, smells amazing), I'm quite surprised by how much he's looked out for me.

The minute I stepped out of that bathroom, I was greeted by the smell of food.

"No one wanted to cook, so I had JR go out and get some food." Mark stated as I emerged.

I smile and accept the food. Cassy also decided to join us, and let me tell you, she looked a lot worse than I.

Jay was no where to be seen. I'm guessing he's sleeping everything off.

*

And once we were finished eating, I decided that I would end Cassy's misery, and drive her home.

"I'm getting my shoes." She stated while walking off.

"Thanks again, Jackson. I'm sorry for any problems we caused you,"  I said sincerely.

"Don't worry about it," He smiled. "But you should come over again sometime."

"Oh, thank you. But I'm not exactly what you call a regular partier."

"That's not what I meant," He states.
After he says this, Jay comes into sight.

"You're leaving?" He asks.

"I am."

"Already?"

"Jay, it'll be dinner time soon. I can't stay here forever," Jay's mouth fell into a frown.

"Let me see your phone" He commands.

Here we go.

"Why?"

"I'm putting our numbers into it in case you need anything," He states.

"Nice try, but she already has my number," Jackson boasts.

"She does?" He asks in awe.

"How do you think I got ahold of her and invited her here in the first place?"

"Uh, guys?" I butt in. "I'm still here."

"Right." They both say.

"Well, I'll see you around," I say, stepping out the door.

Cassy and I start walking towards the car.
"I can drive." I remind her.

She groans and tossed me the keys. "Thank you."

"Hey, wait up!" A voice yelled.

I turned around to see who it was.

"I'll be in the car." Cassy said.

Why did he follow us out here?