Getting ready to go to a party was always something I enjoyed; dancing around the room, drinking where I felt the most comfortable and just having a blast as I get on the train to wasted, a place that would ensure I wouldn't feel a single bit awkward at the party.

I focussed on my hair, my makeup already on, thanks to Izzy, and my nude dress clingy to my body. The occasion at Izzy's seemed to be a little different than usual. It could've been that it wasn't just Iz and I getting ready together, or it could've been that the drinks weren't hitting me fast enough to accommodate that fact.

Surrounding me was an extra three people I really could of gone my whole night without seeing; Jack, Sherrie and Sebastian.

However, the thing about best friends is that if you dislike someone, they'll hate them. So when Sherrie Jameson tried to talk to Iz or me, my best friend wouldn't hesitate to shut the poor girl up, resulting in constant bickering between them all night.

"What do you mean you don't like my dress?" Sherrie pouted and twirled around in her black dress, talking to us as though she were our best friend and we just jokingly offended her. She came over and sat down next to our spot on the lounge room floor, where we had a mirror standing so we could do our makeup.

"Aubrey, your eyeliners crooked, want me to fix it?" I just smiled and shook my head, looking at her, ready to punch the fuck out of her, and I supposed Sebastian got the vibe I was about to throw her through the mirror.

"Although I'd love to see you three going at each other all night, I wouldn't mind if you could all shut the fuck up and play nice so we can enjoy the party." He spoke clearly, sitting on the couch as he poured drinks into his cup, mixing them together with the straw, his bartending abilities clearly taking over.

The two seemed to listen to Sebastian, Izzy just huffing and staying quiet, however I couldn't help but keep my eyes off the drink he was mixing, looking at the array of colours folding together. Once he was done, he placed th shot glasses on the coffee table directly in front of him and poured tequila into each one, before looking up from them and to me, clearly having seen me staring, and indicated to the table for me to have them.

I walked towards him, "appreciated."

By the time we'd gotten to the party I could hear the music, I could almost feel it due to the strong buzz of booze taking over. As we walked along the grass littered with bottles, cans and condom wrappers, I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and neither could Izzy, we were talking about everything and anything and seemed to find just about anything funny.

A girl I hardly knew answered the door, her hair long brown matched her pretty face but her pupils dilated to the point you couldn't see her iris.

I stumbled in passed her, the music blasting in my ears, the vibe of the house contributing to how wasted I already felt. There were strobe lights everywhere and it made it hard to see on particular thing — nothing less for a college guys party I suppose.

Izzy held my hand as to not get lost in the sea of people as we walked by, the smell of sweat and booze on every last one of them. She waved hello to people we bitched about on the way in, before stopping me, telling me she's going to go dance. I shook my head when she insisted I come along and she trots off on her own.

I went straight to the punch, looking at it's unappetizing state but filling a solo cup up of it anyway, sipping on it. I stood on the side lines while Iz surrounded herself with friends; I was never the sort of person to have hundreds of friends, I had Izzy and that was enough. From the sidelines it was clear everyone having a great time, some walking upstairs to get their dicks wet, most dancing, making out or grinding, and even some risky people hovered in the corners probably slinging down eccys.

Everyone danced together or between each other, by I couldn't help but rest my eyes upon Sherrie and Jack as they danced together, laughing, both clearly wasted. Keeping my eyes off them seemed to be impossible and it sure was a mood killer. I wanted to see him happy, but I was selfish enough to think I was the only one who could do that. When's the last time either of us were truly happy? She could be good for him after all.

Sherrie Jameson was truly beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Blessed with a tiny body, big hazel eyes filled with innocence, chocolate hair curled tight – naturally, may I add, Bahama-kissed skin and the straightest, pearliest teeth you'll ever lay your eyes on.

She was from the good side of town, with loving parents and siblings. From what I knew she'd never touched a cigarette and this is the first time I'd ever seen her drinking, even if it was just Midori Illusions. I'm sure if her Mum knew she'd be grounded for a month.

She'd been sitting behind me in English that semester and I didn't think she'd ever met Jack, let alone got in his dacks. She was always nice to everyone, and I couldn't help but be pissed off that she didn't have a shitty personality, I wanted to hate her.

"He knows you're staring." I jumped a little as my eyes quickly shoot to the owner of the voice which just so happened to be the all-mighty Sebastian, standing next to me in all his handsome glory, a cigarette lay between his index and thumb and a hickey evident on his tan neck.

"I'm not staring." Very convincing.

"Right." He deadpanned as I just continued staring at them. He was touching her, feeling her up and then all of a sudden my eyes widened. He turned right around and looked at me. I quickly adverted my eyes, looking at Sebastian, who just stood there with a smirk.

"Fuck." I wanted to face palm. What they do is none of my business and if I had any hope convincing Jack I'm over him, it had flown far away now.

I glanced back to Sebastian who was necking his drink down, a girl already beginning to grind on him as he threw his cup to the ground. He smirked sloppily and pressed himself against her, holding her waist. You turn your back for one minute.

I sighed to myself, filling my cup up with the punch again and again, drinking it as fast as I could.

Why am I constantly third wheeling?

"Never have I ever fucked in someones bed that wasn't mine." Drink.

A small group of about twenty all sat in circle, a drink in each of our hands as we all cheered along to the game. I sat a few people away from Izzy, Jack and Sherrie together and Sebastian standing next to the girl that was grinding on him, his hands were practically in her pants as they assumed no one was noticing.

"Never have I ever sucked or fingered someone while they're driving." Jack's eyes seemed to find mine as we both drink.

"Never have I ever been arrested." For a college party I sure was downing a lot more drinks than them. They kept coming though.

"Never have I ever lied my way out of being arrested." Izzy smirked at me and blew me a kiss, before we both clang our plastic cups together and drink, and to my surprise Jack and Sherrie drink too, laughing to each other.

"Never have I ever slept with two girls in one day."Everything seemed to go quiet in my head, as I watched Jack take a sip. It felt like everyone just stared at me when I knew in reality no one even noticed.

I turned to Jack who was staring at me and I knew he was talking about me.

"Never have I ever lied about loving someone." My voice left my mouth so quickly that I couldn't stop it, a few people around the room just stared at me.

I kept eye contact with Jack. "Drink up." He brought the cup to his lips and took a swig.

I bit my lip to stop myself from seeming like a sook.

Sebastian quickly takes over for the next question, shifting the attention from me; "Never have I ever fucked three girls at once." I stumbled out of the room as he raises his cup, taking a swig, people cheering him along.