Dylan's POV

It's Saturday night, and predictably, Mavis has dragged me to another frat party. I am becoming so sick of this routine that I am seriously considering leaving. Watching freshmen girls get drunk and act like idiots is not my idea of a good time. Mavis lives for this shit though. She likes the attention she gets from wearing skimpy clothes, and dickteasing the fratboys. I find the whole thing kind of sickening.

"Yo, Dylan! Word up, bro!" I hear Josh yell from across the room.

"Hey," I greet him unenthusiastically.

"Nice turn out, huh," he says, pouring himself a drink, and scanning the group of giggling girls who are walking by.

"I guess so, I haven't really been paying attention," I say, taking a swig of my beer.

"Well, I am hoping my new crush is going to show up," he says, and checks his phone.

My brain immediately recalls the shy blonde girl he sent to knock on my door.

"Oh yeah? Is she the one from the other night?" I ask, still confused how she ended up with this asshole.

Josh looks up from his phone and smiles. "Yeah, Regina," he pronounces the girl's name dreamily. "What a piece. Mmm, mmm, mmm. I can't believe I ran out of rubbers that night! Thanks again for hooking it up."

I cringe inwardly at the thought of somehow aiding Josh in fucking that beautiful girl.

"I'm gonna take off," I say, and hop off the counter.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, a random drunk girl dressed in what I can only describe as a scrap of see-through plastic wrap, pushes up against me, pressing her ample tits against my chest.

"Oh, sorry, I think someone pushed me," she lies, smiling suggestively at me. Her mascara is smudged, and her breath reeks of alcohol.

"That's all right," I say, pushing her away, disinterested.

"Dick," I hear her say after me, but I couldn't give a fuck less. Wouldn't touch that mess if she paid me.

When I enter the living room I immediately spot Mavis dancing on top of the coffee table as a group of guys is cheering her on. I hope she's not too drunk, because I wouldn't feel good about leaving her inebriated with all these rapey assholes around.

"Mavis!" I bellow at her, and motion for her to follow me. Thankfully she listens, and hops off the table, much to the disappointment of the drooling fuckboys.

"I'm gonna hit the road," I tell her and watch her make an exaggerated pout in response. "If you want a ride, it's now or never."

"Oh, come on, Dylan," she says with pleading eyes. "It's not even midnight! Don't be such a bore."

"I am not the problem here, Mave. This party blows, and you know it. If you're not ready to get out of here in fifteen minutes, I'm jetting on outta here," I tell her.

"Okay, okay! Fifteen minutes, and then let's go back to your dorm," she suggests, adding a flirty wink before disappearing back into the crowd.

I step outside for some fresh air. The front lawn has some folding chairs and an inflatable pool set up. There is a couple making out on the grass, and a beer pong game in progress. More people are starting to come in, and it's already getting a little too crowded and loud for my taste.

I take the last swig of my beer and toss the empty beer bottle into the nearby trash bin.

"You really should recycle that," I hear someone say from behind. When I turn around I see the blue eyed blonde girl staring at me with arms crossed across her chest. I recognize her immediately.

"Do you work for the EPA?" I ask, as she continues squinting at me. "You're welcome to dig through the trash and do the responsible thing," I say, and mimic her gesture by crossing my arms.

And then I see her eyes widen as recognition sets in.

"Oh, it's you...uh..." she stammers, and tucks her hair behind her ears, suddenly looking nervous.

"Dylan," I introduce myself, stretching out my hand.

She takes my hand weakly, and I give her slight fingers and gentle squeeze. I expected to hear her name in return, although Josh already told it to me, but she shuffles her feet, and averts her eyes instead.

"I brought a bunch of extra condoms in case I was going to run into you," I tell her with a straight face.

She pulls away her hand, and frowns at me.

"I don't think I'll be needing them," she tells me, as her cheeks take on a rosy hue.

"Josh is in the kitchen, if you're looking for him," I inform her, and she gives me a confused look in response. "You know, your conquest, from the other night," I try to clarify, but she still appears to be completely lost.

"Uh, who's Josh?" she asks, squinting at me.

"Wow," I say, scanning her demure attire. She's wearing jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. Who even wears turtlenecks anymore? No gratuitous display of skin, no 'come and get it' smirk. She definitely stands out at a frat party. Hell, this girl would stand out anywhere. "You must get around a lot if you can't even keep all the guys' names straight," I continued taunting her. "You only hooked up last week, did you forget already?"

"What? No, I didn't...I haven't..."

"Or perhaps this is more of a testament to Josh's unimpressive abilities as a lover," I continue, seeing her face cringing. For some reason making this girl blush is becoming my new favorite activity.

"Look, you're making a mistake...I've never even...um..." she stammers. "I don't know what you're talking about," she says, and looks as earnest as only a truly sincere person could.

I approach her rather closely and stare boldly into her round blue eyes. "If it were me, I'd make damn sure you'd remember," I tell her in a low tone.

Her eyes grow wide, and her pouty lips part open... I am somewhat mesmerized by how affected I am by this girl. Makes me wonder what her pink lips taste like...

"There you are!" I hear a loud girl's voice yell, as she approaches and wraps her arm around my blondie's shoulder.

This girl definitely looks like she's on the prowl. Thigh high boots, booty shorts, and a tube top. Guess she's really desperate for attention.

"Oohh, and who do we have here?" she asks, giving me sly smile with her painted red lips.

"This is Dylan," blondie introduces me shyly. I love hearing her say my name. Maybe if I play my cards right, she'll be screaming it later. Stealing her from Josh shouldn't be much of a challenge.

"I'm Regina," her nearly naked friend answers, and stretches out her hand.

I take her hand and shake it halfheartedly. "And I am confused..." I say, looking back and forth between the two girls. "I thought you were Regina," I state, pointing at blondie.

"Why would you think that?" the scantily clad girl asks, propping her hand on her hip.

"Because Josh..." I begin.

"You called?" Josh approaches, and hands Regina a bottle of beer. She presses up against him, and he promptly sticks his tongue down her throat, palming her ass with his paw.

Blondie looks away, and I don't blame her. It is quite a disgusting display.

"Do you want to go get a drink?" I offer in an effort to lure her away.

Thankfully she smiles and nods. "Yes, please."

We walk back inside the house, and I take her hand and lead her through the crowded living room.

When we get to the kitchen, she pulls her hand away, and I immediately miss the warmth. Fuck, what's gotten into me?

"Here," I say, thrusting a red cup full of beer into her hand. "So, you and Josh never..." I prod.

"No, God no! Is that what you thought?" she asks with a horrified expression.

"Well, you came knocking on my door in the middle of the night asking for a condom...and you said Josh sent you, so..."

"Yes, all of that is true, but I was actually doing my friend Regina a favor. I would never...I mean, I had no option, but....I'm sorry I woke you," she says, and smiles, taking a sip of her beer.

"It's alright. To tell you the truth, I couldn't really understand how a girl like you could be with a guy like Josh. Your friend, Regina, now that makes sense. But not you."

"What do you mean?" she asks, her eyes full of curiosity.

"You're just, I don't know...you look too innocent, or something," I say, feeling annoyed at myself for my inadequate explanation.

The girl blushes again, and I just want to reach out and touch her pink cheek.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Mavis yells.

Shit.

Before I know it, she comes up behind me, and wraps her arms around my waist, then digs her long fake nails into my my sides making me squirm.

"Hey, Mave," I say in greeting, peeling her off of me. I immediately notice blondie's expression has changed, and she's looking like she wants to be as far away from me as possible. Great, now she'll get the wrong idea about me and Mavis.

"You ready to go, babe?" Mavis asks, clearly doing her best to stake her claim in front of a potential threat. She says she's not possessive, but Mavis has cockblocked me on several occasions, so I don't buy it.

"In a minute," I say, and try to make eye contact with...with...wait, I don't even know her name!

She tucks a strand of blond behind her ear and says, "I'm gonna go." Suddenly, I feel a strange panic in my chest.

"Wait," I sound way more desperate than I intended. "Don't go...I..."

Mavis is shooting daggers at this innocent girl, and I can see her intimidation working. Fuck.

"I think your girlfriend wants you to take her home," blondie says, turning away and disappearing into the crowd.

"She's not my--" I try to explain, but I am cut short, by Mavis, who slinks her arm around mine and tugs me away from the kitchen.