I washed the residue off my mouth and looked in the mirror, catching a pair of cold blue eyes.

"Mickey," Griffin said with sincerity washing over his cold blues.

"Gryffindor." I smiled.

"Drinking six glasses of whatever a bartender gives you isn't the healthiest way to get my attention, sweetheart." He teased cockily. My blood began to boil. Clearly, every ounce of the alcohol hadn't left my body. Because my emotions were still heightened.

The sincere look that was once in his eyes had vanished as soon as it came.

"Making out with random bimbos isn't how sane men go through life." I spat. I knew I was going to regret it when I was sober. But, who the hell cares? He should feel it like I did. I walked past him toward the door.

"Jealous?" He questioned. I spun on my boots. I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

"Of what? A sad guy who's only happiness is sex. I wasn't trying to get your attention. I don't give a shit about you and you clearly moved on from me. Probably, because I'm not supermodel thin, tall or gorgeous!"

I waved my hands crazily in front of me.

"But, who cares? Since Gabriel likes me anyhow!" I screamed with a fire burning in my throat. He looked at me like I was insane. "He thinks I'm beautiful," I whispered lowly staring him in the eyes. "He seems to think I'm perfect...that I'm worth it." My bottom lip began to tremble and I quickly averted my gaze. Since when did I want his opinion on me? I'm the one who walked away! He took a step toward me and I projectile vomited on him.

Yes, you read that correctly. I threw up on him. Fortunately, I had already thrown up everything from the day. The only thing that was left was an acerbic stench filled liquid with traces of strawberry. The bile had gone straight on his azure and a black hoodie.

He was also dressed in black jeans and dark blue sneakers. He ripped off his hoodie revealing a black and white long sleeve shirt. He threw the hoodie in the garbage. He did all of this without breaking eye contact.

"Are you finished, Sage?" He asked coldly.

"Yes, I am." I smiled, delighted.
I walked past him, planning to walk out. I had puked almost every ounce of alcohol out of my body and was completely sober. I spoke my mind. I felt good and at the moment I wanted to go find Gabriel. I opened the door just to have it slammed back closed by him.

"Here we go." I sighed inwardly. Even though I could think straight and form full sentences, didn't mean that my drunken confidence had diminished.

He turned me around and pushed me into the door. His eyes drilled into mine.  His hands started to trail under my shirt and up my skin. The worst part was that I was letting him do it.

I let him trail his hands up my bra. I let him caress my nipples over the fabric. I let him squeeze them hard as his lips went to my neck and as he kissed the tender skin. I let his hands encase my thighs and lift me off my feet. I let his hot body press against me.

I let him do it because I was horny, hurt and messed up. My legs wrapped around him as his kisses trailed down my neck and collarbone. He bit down on my shoulder making me moan out.

He had me.

His skillful hands ran up my back, unclasping my bra and was now kneading my breasts from under my shirt. My hands made their way into his soft hair. I missed it more than I knew. He began to grind his member into me, beginning an unbearable friction between us.

I extracted a deep moan. I was definitely still drunk. I could feel it by the way my eyes failed to stay open and how the heat between my legs had turned into a slow throb. He began to grind his erection deeper into me. I whimpered as my insides began to beg to just get it over with, to let him in.

"God, I've missed you, Sage." He groaned. His voice dripping with lust. His hot kisses trailed up my neck near my mouth.

My eyes snapped open. I couldn't. For a number of reasons actually. Vomit soaked breath and because I wasn't going to let him win. I moved my head to the side.

Griffin pulled back, confused. His hands stopped their excursion. In a split second his hand wrapped around my neck while his other held my wrists together. He tightened his hold on my neck until I couldn't breathe. Yep, things had just taken a turn for the worse. My watery eyes stared into his with immense confusion.

"Are you scared, Mickey?" He demanded haughtily. I just love how he flips his switch in a blink of an eye. Note the sarcasm.

"No." I managed to get out evenly without skipping a beat. He gripped my throat harder and pushed me deeper into the door until it hurt.

"Don't...lie to me." He whispered against the side of my face.

"I am not scared of you, Griffin." I almost choked out, fully sober now.
His eyes suddenly softened.

"Sage..." His voice was soft. "I need to tell you something." I tried everything in me to not tremble against this psychopath.

He trailed the back of his hand down the side of my face just like a movie villain.

"Do you want to know what it is?" He challenged. I shook my head. I didn't want to hear anything from him at the moment because quite frankly I didn't trust myself with him. His hand that gripped my wrists lowered down to his back pocket. My heart started to pulsate.

"I'm going to stick something in your mouth, baby." His body pressed harder against mine and the tingles spread all over my skin. My bare breast pressed against his hard chest as my bra sat misplaced just below them.

"Griffin," I whispered hoarsely. I can't go through with his flipping from side to side.

"Close your eyes." He hissed and I couldn't disobey him. I closed my eyes waiting for the worst. I tried to lean my head back but I just hit the door.
"Open your mouth." I never knew why I opened my mouth. I waited for something that never came, what did though was a piece of watermelon gum. I smashed my eyes open. I stared up at him in annoyance.

"Open up." He grinned mischievously I rolled my eyes and let him stick a piece in my mouth. As he did I bit down on his finger.

"Ow, that hurt." He groaned sarcastically as he withdrew and lowered me to the floor.

I pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my bra back over my shoulders. I turned my back to Griffin.

"You unclasped it, now clasp it back," I said simply. His warm fingers found my back as he worked adeptly. When he was finished I pulled my shirt down, started toward the door while smacking my gum loudly.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to my friends," I answered frankly.

"I think it would be better if I took you back to your dorm."

"Why?" I demanded sharply spinning back to him. I spun too fast for my legs and landed on my knees. Everything spun around me and I felt like I was going to pass out. I closed my eyes, bringing my hand to my ears. A pounding began in my cranium. I gritted my teeth together trying to get the pain to subside. I felt hands wrap around me pulling me to my feet. My body was then lifted and being carried.

"Stop..." I whined quietly against his clothed chest.

"Make me..." He whispered somewhere near my face. I heard the sound of a door opening then closing followed by the cool caress of the sweet California air.

Soon, I was laid down on the cool surface of a leather seat and then I was being strapped in.

"Gryffindor..." I whispered.

"Yeah, Mickey?" Griffin answered through the darkness of my eyelids.

"Come closer." He did by the intensification of his minty spice scent. "Griffin..."

"Yes?"

"You're a pussy."

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I fell in and out of consciousness. I was exhausted more than I knew. Time rushed by and before I knew it, I was being carried up a flight of steps and then being laid on a bed so soft that it could've been silk. After a few minutes, my eyes cracked open and I sat up slowly. My body swayed lightly to the right. I stared painfully at Griffin who stood in front of me, morphing between two figures. I blinked slowly trying to figure out which Griffin was real.

My head started to throb and sickly beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

"Griffin." I moaned.

"Yes?"

"I'm really hot."

"I know." He snickered.

I couldn't even roll my eyes at him as I pulled my cardigan over my head. I threw my caramel UGGS off followed by my socks. I stood slowly, my movements swayed to the side followed by the hard grip of strong hands on my waist. They steadied me, through my blurry vision I watched them kneel in front of me. His hands slowly unbuttoned my jeans then pulled the zip down and slid them off. I ignored the tingles that were left on my skin.  I then got back in the bed threw the covers on me and shut my eyes.

The last words I heard were " You know Mickey sleeping isn't the answer to everything", and my reply was "suck my ass, Gryffindor". I fell into a blissful sleep. I awoke at 4 A.M, feeling significantly better. I looked to the left of my bed finding an empty bottle of Vodka. My eyes moved slowly across the familiar room. It was the room Griffin and I had slept in before.

The sound of running water buzzed lightly through the room.
What was with him and showers? I asked myself standing up. I realized I had on a dark blue sweatshirt with UCLA printed across the front in gold. Thankfully, my underwear hadn't been removed.

I walked to the bathroom and opened the door to a steam covered room. It was a familiar sign.

"Griffin?" No answer which meant only one thing; he was hurting.
Even though he was the most aggravating guy I knew, I still hated when he was in pain. The other sad part was that I knew just would make him feel better. I thought to myself smiling.

It was how he functioned. I pulled off the shirt and stepped into the shower.

"Sage... I can't... R-right now." Griffin's hoarse voice cracked slowly. He was directly underneath the water sitting crisscrossed. My eyes found his glassy ones.

"I know..." I smiled kindly. I trailed my hand down my bra then stomach and continued on. I walked closer to him letting the hot water run on my skin wetting my black bra and lace underwear. I squeezed one of my breasts moaning, imagining that Griffin was committing the dirty deed.

"Yes..." I moaned as my hand took my underwear. I started to provocatively touch myself there. I bit my lip realizing that I was already slightly throbbing because of him watching me. I opened my eyes finding Griffin's hungrily staring up at me.

"Come on baby watch me pleasure myself. " I stuck one of my fingers inside of me while I started stroke my clitoris. I start to move in and out.

"Oh yes." I moaned out. I was doing this for him. I squeezed my breast harder wanting to reach my climax faster. I wasn't as good as Griffin.

"Faster." He whispered staring as my hand moved faster. I started to massage my clit deeply and then pinched making myself cum lightly which was just enough.

I slid onto my knees climbing onto his wet lap. He was only in dark boxers this time.  Our faces were only inches apart. I trailed my cum covered finger across his lips.

"Open wide," I whispered to him. He obeyed as his tongue trailed up my finger that slid between our lips. I pulled him slowly to his feet. My eyes moved to the scars that ran down his chest, painful gashes that had healed over time. I lowered myself staring into his eyes and then I placed a kiss on the longest gash then trailed my tongue up his skin making him hiss. My eyes never left him and continued to kiss and lick his wounds.

His eyes had grown misty with lust when I was finished. I gave his slightly enlarging boxers a look then smiled slyly back at him. He remained silent. So, I took it as a yes. I only wanted to do this with Griffin, no one else. I only wanted to give everything to him and I didn't know why for the life of me. My fingers hooked into the elastic band of his boxers, slowly edging them down. Griffin took in a sharp intake of breath. My eyes met his again.

"Are you ...sure?" He asked. I could hear the hesitance in his voice even though it was clear that he wanted it.
With a wink I took his erection in my mouth. I didn't even know how to give a blow job but it was way too late now.

I could do this. No going back now. I swerved my tongue around the soft tip of his erect penus. I didn't think I was doing it right because of the lack of sound. I continued the movement.

"Move baby." He whispered. I started to move faster taking him in and out of mouth. A burst of ecstasy made me trail my teeth softly against his sensitive skin.

"Fuck...sage..." He moaned. I pulled back and sent the tip of my tongue up his tip.

"Faster please." He begged. His voice sent chills down my skin. I moved back and forth sucking him off feeling him thicken in my mouth as he moaned louder. I trailed my teeth down his hard dick again. He grabbed my head conforming my movements until a jolt of hot semen shot down my throat.

There's DEFINITELY no going back now.

*****
-Looks like Gryffindor and Mickey are back at it. :)