Warning: Mature content ahead kids. Read wisely.

As we sit in one of the small, overly cushioned booths, all three of us are practicing the subtle, yet underestimated art of avoidance. Jax is avoiding my eyes at all cost. Candice is avoiding a third brownie and failing. And I am avoiding the depressing doom that is my reality.

How fun is this. The blackboard says "Love Bites" today and it has never been more appropriate.

"Ok that's it. I'm having another brownie. Don't judge me, I'm pre menstrual." Candice all but yells and she clambers out of the centre position in the booth and bounds towards the counter.

Like we could have stopped her.

"Go for it love. Just hope I'm not on the bottom of your pyramid tomorrow." I tease and earn myself a deep seeded glare. If looks could kill.

Jax scoffs beside me and his eyes flicker up to meet mine for a brief second before he goes back to picking at the edge of the frayed table cloth.

"Jax, are you actually going to look at me sometime today or is this our new normal now?" I tease, flicking the last crumb off my plate at his face and marveling at his quick reflexive swatting manoeuvre.

"I'm sorry. I feel really awkward around you now. It's shit. Its like I don't know how to act normal anymore or some shit."

He finally looks at me and he seems so serious about it all. It's literally the last thing I need right now. This is not in my avoidance plan.

"I have told you, I don't blame you for any of it ok? Honestly. It is what it is. I'm sure it won't be the last time I make a decision with my hormones rather than my head while I'm in college." I reply with a small laugh and put my hand on his.

I mean it. I feel bad for Bayne's girlfriend more than anyone else in this situation. But that's on him. I'm ready to write this whole thing off as a blunder in time and get on with my life.

Do I regret the situation? Yes. Do I regret being with him? Hell no. And that's the truth.

Jax finally holds my gaze and a small smile creeps over his face. He can be so sweet this one. Too sweet. He is on the verge of being way too close to the nice line for me. I am the first to admit that guys like him are the ones who get taken for a ride by girls just because they are too sweet for their own good.

The way he looks at me, I know I could send him for a loop and he wouldn't even have a clue. And girls like Candice, they would eat him alive.
Maybe it just me, but I need a little bad to keep me keen. Sick as that is to admit. Nice is boring.

How fucked up is that. Maybe there is stick to the old  treat them mean keep them keen bulllshit.

Looking at his adorable face now, they way his light splash of freckles reach his nose, the way his eyes scrunch up when he smiles; it's easy to be attracted to him. He is gorgeous, in that classic tall dark and handsome way. I bet he is even nice to his mum. And old ladies. But he just screams sickly sweet. The kind of guy you introduce to your parents. Not fuck.

I couldn't do it. I want the animal attraction. The chemistry buzz. I want the animalistic urges.
I would break this one and he wouldn't even care.

I want Bayne. As messed up as that sounds.

As Candice returns with not one but two brownies, I snap out of my trance and join the conversation.
Jax is talking about a party at one of the fraternity houses tonight and of course Candice wants to go.

As if reading my mind, Jax leans in and answers my unasked question;

"Bayne won't be there, he hates these type of parties." He says.

"Funny, i would have thought it was easy fodder for his skank ass." Candice finishes and scrunches her face up to make her point.

"As long as it's not a costume party, I'm in." I say and instantly regret it. I can actually physically see the cogs turning in Candice's brain. What is she planning now...

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A few hours and quite a few outfits later, Candice and I stand I front of my floor length mirror- backed door giving each other the once over.

Of course, she looks like a penthouse pet. Her skin tight red dress and matching heels scream sex and together with her ruby red lips, she is dressed to literally kill on sight. Her hair cascades down her bare back in a pin straight line and the sheen off her hair as she flicks it from side to side looks like a Wella commercial from the good old days.

After rejecting way too many skimpy choices from Candice's wardrobe, I finally settle on high waisted black shorts and a nude cami tucked in. I compromised and allowed Candice to force me into some nude heels to compliment the top, but they are nowhere near as high as hers.

I want to be able to walk again.

After she has worked her charms on my hair, it falls in loose curls around my shoulders and I have to admit, the girl has talent with both a curling wand and a makeup brush.

I don't look like me. But for tonight, I'm ok with that. Tonight, I'm Ellis's slightly more slutty friend, in wardrobe terms only of course, and I feel like I may be shaking off the Bayne slump one tequila shot at a time. I definitely feel something as the latest one in a round of four, burns it's way into my intestines.

Damn it's gross. But fuck I feel alive.

We promised to text Jax when we arrived but the tequila has shoved that task way down the memory list next to "be a lady" and "don't show your private's in public". My bet is none of those will be adhered to tonight.

We are welcomed into the party with an arrival drink and some colour coded labels. We each get green, which Candice assures me is green for go, whatever that means. I take the sticker off and shove it in a near by plant pot as soon as we enter because I do not like the idea of that shit at all.

We dance our way through crowds of rambunctious guys and scantily dressed gals until we hit a cleared area that looks like it was a lounge space and is now doubling as a dance floor.

Candice and I waste no time making the dance space our bitch. We spin and grind and drop it like the floor is our own and the reaction we get spurs Candice to dance into another dimension. She shakes her ass, licks her lips and flicks her hair like she is dancing for her life. She looks hot as fuck doing it too and more than one potential suitor has noticed.

She clearly has her pick for the night.

When she latches onto a particularly buff blonde guy with arms bigger than my thighs, with her mouth, I take it as my cue to dance off and find Jax. Or a drink. Or both.

As I waltz about the huge house, passing people getting it on in every corner of the place, I keep my eyes peeled for Jax. After searching the whole bottom floor of the house and coming up empty, I decide it's between upstairs or outside on the deck next. Assuming he is not making out with someone upstairs, and deciding that I wouldn't want to walk in on him or any other person hooking up, I choose to take my search outside.

It doesn't take me long to locate him; in the arms of a hungry looking blonde girl in the hot tub. Go Jax. It makes me feel a tiny bit sick seeing him like this and I have no clue why, but I don't stick around to figure it out. He looks like he is enjoying himself so I leave him to it.

Now that the party has turned into a series of hook up events and I'm left alone, I can't help but feel my internal vibe turning down to naught as I head for the exit. I'm busting for a wee though and the alcohol level inside my bladder seems to have switched from full to urgent evacuation in a matter of seconds, so I know I better go before I make the walk back home.

As I make my way upstairs in search of a vacant and somewhat clean bathroom, I pray that the doors I open aren't going to give me a free preview of frat boy porn.
As I pass one particular door, I hear the very familiar shrill voice of Candice hitting some high notes Whitney Houston would approve of. I laugh and cover my mouth to stifle the hiccups that come out afterwards. Someone is having fun. Fuck. At least that makes one of us.

When I finally find a door that leads to a bathroom that is half decent, I enter quickly and lock the door behind me.

My bladder sings when it is relieved and once I am done, I wash up and click the door open to find a very familiar face waiting for me on the other side.

"Hey." He says, a slight slur evident, as he looks me up and down shamelessly.

"Hey." I manage to say back, my voice suddenly caught in my throat as warmth fills my body, pooling somewhere I have come quite aware of all to soon. God he looks good. Effortless. Sexy. Damn if it doesn't do things to my drunk star of mine.

Danger zone right here. Danger.

"Thought I saw you here before." He says, pushing me slowly backwards into the bathroom and closing the door to lock it behind us.

"Oh yeah?" I mange to whisper- ask, edging over to the side of the bath tub and shower.

"So why didn't you come find me?" Slutty Ellis asks. Shit. Send help people. Send help. Slutty Ellis and tipsy tequila have taken over and I don't even give a shit.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted me to." He says into my ear as his hands wind their way up my bare arms and over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

His mouth begins to edge closer to my shoulder blades, peppering small wet kisses haphazardly as his hands make their way back down my arms, inching slowly along the band of my shorts and undoing the buttons one by one.

My pulse races as his mouth finds mine and my hands clasp behind his head, his fingers tracing the waistband of my undies.

All sense has long since left the room and before I know it, I'm kicking off my shorts and undies as he slides them down my legs. He stays kneeling at my feet, looking up at me as his hands grab handfuls of my ass and his mouth is on my most sensitive nerves.

My legs threaten to buckle underneath me as he licks and sucks at me with a pace that has me closer to the edge than I would like so soon. He keeps one hand firmly on my ass cheek and the other makes it's way down between my legs to slide a finger inside of me that has me muffling a cry into a towel from the hand rail next to me.

He stays this way, his tongue dancing circles on my clit and his finger racing in and out of me as I feel the build up of my release raging like a storm begging to be let loose. He slows his pace and teases me as my end nears and then speeds up again, sliding two fingers in now and stretching me open for him.

I slam both hands down on his shoulders and then grab his head, pushing him into me, essentially fucking his face as I ride out my orgasm around his lips and fingers.

He doesn't even care and neither do I. He wipes his face on the hand towel and rises to kiss my shoulder, helping me to step back into my underwear and shorts with a smirk on his face and then adjusting his very evident boner as he stands completely.

That was the single most sexy thing that has ever happened to me and I dont even register that I have fucked this mess up some more. I just bask in the dim light of the bathroom and the after glow of some seriously sexy shit.

I'll over think about it all tomorrow.

"You owe me one." He says with a wink as we exit together.

Fuck. Guess i do.