I wasn't sure how I had let things escalate to this point.

One moment I was trying to burying my emotions by drowning my sorrows in alcohol. The next I was stumbling down the hallway entangled with the brunette, with her lips attacking my neck. My head was a mess. Trying to deny what I was thinking mixed with the amount I had to drink. With my hands tangled in her hair, she bit the skin on my neck. I winced slightly at her roughness, it wasn't that enjoyable coming from her, but it was enough to forget the thoughts that my mind wanted to focus on instead.

Her lips met mine, and I could taste the vodka that lingered on them as her hands moved to the hem of my shirt. Whatever-her-name was the perfect distraction I needed right now.

"Why don't we take this somewhere more private?" She whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

She pulled her head back, her now swollen lips curving into a smirk. The look she gave did nothing to me. Before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled her into the first empty room I found: a bathroom. It would do. As soon as the door shut, I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the countertop. My hand slid up her thigh, pushing the skin-tight material of her dress up, causing it to bunch at her waist.

Our lips met once again. Her hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it. The button of my pants was quickly undone, and then the zipper. She moved quickly, her hand now travelling underneath my boxers.

And that's when the door flew open.

I broke the kiss, turning to yell at the person who had just barged in. As my eyes settled on the person standing in the doorway, the words quickly died in my mouth. She stood, mouth agape at the sight before her. When she focused on me, her green eyes narrowed.

"I guess we aren't that different, Young." She spat, retreating from the doorway.

I tried to think of something to say, but nothing seemed to fit.

"Oh, and by the way, there's a lock on the door for a reason," TJ added before slamming the door shut.

"Fuck."

"Is that your girlfriend or something?"

I jumped at the voice, already forgetting I was with company.

"No," I said, readjusting my pants, "But after this, I don't think she'll ever be."

"So, are we just not going to have sex now?"

I looked at her with disdain, "No... we're not. And could you leave or something?"

The brunette hopped off the counter, sliding down her dress, "You're an ass, you know that?" She said before opening and slamming the door shut.

"I'm well aware, darling," I mumbled to myself.

I ran the tap, letting it run until it was cold. Leaning down, I cupped the water and splashed some onto my face, drying off with my shirt. It was probably the safer option than using one of the towels. As I looked up, I caught a look at myself in the mirror. What the fuck was I doing? Within one night, I had managed to go back to the guy I was years ago. And over something so small as the girl I liked having a "conversation" with her ex.

I opened the bathroom door and found my way back towards the open room, quickly avoiding a swaying, drunken body.

"Hey man, there you are!" Silas gleamed, "You alright?"

I cleared my throat, forcing a smile. "Yeah, great."

"Well, we were just about to play a little drinking game with the survivors left. You in?"

I hadn't even noticed the fewer number of people. As I looked around, the number had significantly dropped, except for those sitting in the living room.

"He wouldn't want to play," TJ said as she passed by, "Carter hates games."

"Who could hate playing games?" Patrick pipped up from the couch.

"Sure, I'll play," I said to Silas, following him into the room with the others.

I joined Silas on the couch, looking across to see TJ take a seat next to Brandon, the others in the room on the floor or sitting on the armrest.

"Truth or dare?" Patrick suggested.

"You just want to play that so you can dare the girls to take their clothes off." A female with raven hair snipped.

Patrick, not denying it, rolled his eyes in response to the girl.

"Let's play secrets out." Brandon sported a mischievous grin as he stretched his arm over TJ's shoulders. He glanced down at her, watching as she shifted in her spot, "Worried about something?"

TJ kept her eyes forward, pulling away from his grasp. "Nope, not at all," she responded dryly, bring her cup to her lips.

I leaned over to Silas, "What's secrets out?"

"It's a game we made up. You ask someone three yes or no questions, one by one," he explained, "If they can't or don't want to answer, they drink, and the person asking the questions gets to ask someone else. If you answer all three questions without drinking, then it's your turn to ask."

The game seemed simple enough, and based on the instructions, I wondered why TJ appeared nervous.

"I'll start!" Patrick's voice announced to the group, "Silas," he called out.

A loud groan was heard from the blonde-haired boy, "Go easy on me, Pat."

Patrick chuckled, shaking his head, "Now why would I do that? I'm still pissed at you for last time." Patrick tapped his fingers against his knee, "In tenth grade, did you get caught having sex with Kelly Clare by her dad?"

Silas sighed, "Yes."

"Did her dad chase you out of the house with a shotgun?"

"Yes."

"Were you butt-ass naked as he chased you for six blocks?"

Silas let out another groan, "Yes, alright?"

I, along with many others sitting around, could not hold back laughter.

"Alright, alright," Silas huffed, "Link," he called out to the guy sitting across from him, "Last summer, did you try and put the moves on someone after we left the bars one night?"

"Yes..." Link's voice trailed.

"Did that person end up rejecting you?"

Link sighed, nodding as he took a sip of his drink. The guy seemed to know where this was going, judging by his look of shame and Silas's look of glee.

"And," Silas paused for dramatic effect, "Was that person actually a cop, which resulted in you getting tossed in the drunk tank for the night?"

"Yes."

Another roar of laughter filled the room at the expense of Link. The game being played seemed to be more of a way for people to target members of the group through their embarrassing stories. Thankfully for myself, as well as a few others, our unfamiliarity saved us from being chosen.

"Yes," Brandon answered his final question, winking at the female who asked.

"Prick," Patrick mumbled under his breath.

"TJ," the sleaze, as I still preferred to call him in my head, looked down at her, "Have you slept with someone in this room?"

TJ continued to avoid his pressing stare, as she had for most of the night. "Yes."

"Have you slept with two people in this room?"

Shit. Now I understood why she appeared to be nervous at the beginning of the game. How could he know it happened? Unless, of course, she told him. Which, for some reason, I found extremely unlikely.

"Yes."

A grin crossed Brandon's mouth, delighted by her reaction. "And was one of them Weston?"

TJ looked forward, meeting my eyes. "Yes."

so... TJ and Weston? whatcha think happened there???

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