Reign's POV.

"No fucking way." I say, staring at Garrett's house and then at his car in the driveway.

"Not arguing with you on this one, let's go," He parks his car behind Garrett's.

"I'm not talking to them." I point out.

"You don't have to talk to them." He gets out of the car and walks around it to open my door, "Get out." He demands.

"No." I fold my arms over my chest, he ducks his head into the car, leaning over to unbuckle my seatbelt, I place my hand over his, stoping him. "Luke..." I start.

He turns his head to look at me with an annoyed expression, I stare into his glancing gray eyes and my breath shallows as his gaze studies my face, I can practically taste his breath.

"Please don't make me go in there," I put on a fake frown, hoping that will do the trick.

He looks away, unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling me out of his car.

"If you don't want me to treat you like a child, don't act like one." He says in a serious tone, his gaze settles on my dress for the tenth time this night.

"I really don't like that dress." He shuts the car door, tugging me towards the front door.

Like I give a shit about what he thinks about the things that I wear.

We stand in front of the polished wooden door, Luke looks at me as he rings the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door flies open, revealing a very drunk Ariana.

She hugs Luke, eyeing me over his shoulder, she pulls away and hurries to hug me too, I stumble back from the impact.

I hate that I wanna hug her back.

"I'm so glad you came." She tells me through our hug, I don't say anything.

I pull away from the embrace, walking inside, she closes the door behind us and leads me to the living room where we find Garrett and Mason sitting on the sofa and playing poker cards. Luke disappears to another room.

I drop myself next to Mason, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and smacks a kiss on my cheek while Garrett throws a pillow at me, his form of greeting me.

I guess we're just pretending that last weekend did not happen.

Luke walks in with a bottle of liquor, drinking from the bottle, he sits next to Ariana who's sitting next to Garrett.

Luke whispers something in Ariana's ear, she looks at him and giggles, blushing and everything.

"Hey, cut it out," Garrett points at Luke warningly, Luke raises his hands, surrendering.

"So, you guys came here together?" Asks Mason, pointing between Luke and myself.

"No, he drove and I flew." I say sarcastically rolling my eyes.

"Wow, you didn't kill each other? I'm so proud!" Ariana exclaims, placing her hand over her chest like it warms her heart.

Don't say anything, Do not say it!

"She was in need of my help," Luke informs them without even looking at me.

He better not mention the panic thing.

"I was not, he cock blocked me." I tell them, they laugh and I fight back a smile.

"Who was the lucky, not so lucky guy?" Asks Mason as he shuffles the cards.

"Zane," I smile, remembering the kiss.

"Blond Zane?" Asks Ari.

"Blond Zane," I clarify.

"Score," Mason raises his hand for a high five and I laugh as our hands clap together.

"Blond Zane is cool, Luke, why'd you interrupt that?" Garrett turns his head to glance at Luke.

"Because you secretly like her and you hated seeing her being kissed by someone like Zane?" Ariana elbows him, wiggling her eyebrows at him teasingly.

"Fuck you, she's the last person I'd like or be attracted to." He says, sounding determined, I laugh, tilting my head back.

"Oh-oh, she calls bullshit," Mason sing-songs, crossing his legs on top of the coffee table and slouching back on the sofa.

"Does she?" Luke's eyes meet mine.

"She does, actually, yeah," I challenge.

"Sorry to break it down to you, honey, but my dick wouldn't jerk in your direction even if you were the last girl on earth." He spits poison.

"Ooooh!" They all erupt at his statement. I don't blame them, the fucker said it with no regret, hell, he even took a sip from the bottle right after the words left his mouth.

Only two can play this game and I happen to be the other person.

"Want me to prove you wrong, sweetheart?" I ask, "Right now?" I smirk deviously, "Right here," I add, everyone silently stares between us, looking entertained.

Luke takes another sip, contemplating or is it hesitating.

"I don't have time for games." He finally responds.

"You scared, Richardson?" I raise my brows, they all snicker.

He shifts in his seat, looking down at his liquor bottle then raising his gaze to me.

"Fine, prove it," he dares.

I smile successfully before standing but then I hesitate.

Retreat! It's Luke we're talking about. This will be awkward and embarrassing! Sit your ass down!

Remember when I said alcohol never disappoints? I was wrong, it's about to disappoint me right fucking now.

I slowly saunter towards him, he watches me with that expression that I can't seem to read.

I slowly take the liquor bottle from his hand, our fingers brush and he looks down at the bottle.

I sit the bottle on the coffee table and then I turn to look at him.

We can't come back from this, Rei. Please stop.

Except, I can't stop, if I do, he'll be declared as the winner and my pride can never let that happen.

I climb onto his lap, straddling him, my dress rises higher and his eyes dart down to my exposed legs, he shuts his eyes, jaw ticking, then he meets my eyes again, probably waiting for me to make my dick jerking point.

What is your dick jerking point, Rei?

I don't fucking have one subconscious!

"Is this your proof?" He seems bored and unimpressed.

"Shhh." I press my index finger against his not-so-surprising soft lips, his brows shoot together and he looks at my finger sliding down his pink lips.

I didn't do that, the alcohol did.

I place my hands on the sides of his face, staring into his eyes, he stares right back. I find staring into a person's eyes awkward and it never lasts more than five seconds but this stare contest holds strong, I lean into his face.

FYI, it's not to kiss him, I would never and I mean ever kiss Luke Richardson, I actually have standards, thank you very much.

We're eye ball to eye ball and I have everyone in the room, including Luke, thinking that I'm gonna kiss him.

His eyes dart to my lips, the look makes my pulse quicken for some reason.

A small brush of our lips causes his eyes to shut and his lips part, I inhale his exhaled breath with his lips barely touching mine, his breath tastes like liquor and it intoxicates me even more than I already am.

I breathe in his mouth as my hand slips underneath his t-shirt, feeling his abs, he starts leaning into me but I push my head back, moving on top of him, he places his hands on my waist then he squeezes my hips through the material of my dress, I grasp his hands on my sides then I push his chest.

"You're hard as a rock, point proven, so next time you-" I'm cut off by him snaking his arm around my waist and standing up with me wrapped around him then he starts walking out of the room.

"Oh, things just took a turn." Says Mason.

"Shut up." Luke hisses at him.

"No, they haven't, Richardson, put me down," I demand but he only adjusts my legs around his waist and looks down at my body.

He climbs the stairs while we look at each other, my look screams anger while his screams seriousness.

He opens one of the bedroom doors, walks us in and closes the door behind us, locking it even.

"I'm that good of an actress, huh?" The corner of my lips lifts, still wrapped around him like a monkey.

"I didn't jizz my pants so no, not really." His face is too close to mine, and I hate that looking into his eyes is not so awkward.

"I'm not having sex with you," I glare at him.

He throws me on the bed, I bounce, my hair flying all over my face. My eyes drop to his jeans, staring at his very visible hard-on, I clench my thighs together, suddenly feeling... No, nope. I feel nothing.

I don't like him.

You don't like him.

We don't like him.

"Don't flatter yourself, I don't sleep with girls I don't like." He pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a very familiar looking lighter.

"Then what am I doing in here? And why'd you lock the door?" I question.

"We're sharing the room, I was carrying you here since you won the game." He eyes the cigarette.

"I'd rather share a room with Mason," I say.

I'm pretty sure he and I would kick each other in our fucking sleep.

"He's taking the sofa," he informs me, like he heard Mason say that.

"I'll do that too," I fake smile at him.

"Stubborn." He sits on the edge of the bed, showing me his lean back and bringing the cigarette to his lips.

I could use one of those right about now.

He looks at me behind him, blowing out smoke while his eyes scan over my body, I find myself clenching my thighs again, damnit.

He pulls on the cigarette with his eyes on me, he holds the smoke, my brain disappears, I replace it with air, I let alcohol make decisions for me which is fucking stupid.

I sit up, leaning over to him, he meets me halfway, our lips brush just like earlier, I part my lips, staring into his eyes as he exhales the smoke slowly and I inhale, letting the smoke fill my lungs, I shut my eyes as I exhale through my nose. I felt.

I open my eyes, looking at him looking at me.

He's drunk too, isn't he?

Of course, none of us would act this stupid sober.

He carelessly tosses the cigarette and cups my face to kiss me but I fall back onto the mattress as an attempt to resist but he follows my lips, hovering over me, trying to kiss me again but I lift my chin up and his lips land on my jaw, he groans in annoyance, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"C'mon, Reign, it's just one stupid kiss." He whispers in my neck, his lips moving against my skin.

"It's never just a kiss." I almost laugh at him. He raises his head to look at me.

"You scared?" He's playing my game.

"Thought you said you didn't like me." I dodge the question because obviously, I already played that game better than him.

"I don't, a kiss has nothing to do with that." He stares at my mouth like he's dying to explore it.

Never.

Never.

Ever.

"Get off me, Richardson, I pick the people I kiss and you're not on the list," I show him one of those sweet smiles that are not all that sweet.

"Read my lips." He says, my eyes drop to his pretty lips just to humor him. "Nemesis or not, I will be claiming this mouth one way or another and you will beg me to have it wrapped somewhere else." He says.

I break out into a long genuinely amused laughter.

Stupid fool doesn't know shit about me after all.

I quit laughing, looking into his eyes because what I'm about to say better get in his stupid skull.

"I kneel before no one." I grit my teeth, my eyes searching his, "Especially a high school fuck boy who-"

He covers my mouth with his palm.

Motherfucker, he did not just shut me up, I was about to tell him what I really think about his bratty piece of shit personality.

"There's a first time for everything, I'll be honored to be your first." He whispers in my ear.

That's it.

I start pushing him off me but he holds my hands above my head with one hand.

One hand!

Note to self: start lifting weight.

"I know you know how good I can make you feel." He smirks at me, it's a winning smirk that has me rolling my eyes.

I bite his palm, he retrieves his hand.

"Luke, fuck you and your fucked up fantasy. Just because you're a rich kid who has all the girls following him like lost bees, doesn't mean that we all want to get on our knees and suck your dick like you're some kind of a god, hell, you're not even a man," I say in his face, "Now get the fuck off of me before I dig my nails into your face." I threaten, he knows I can I literally do it.

He smiles, showing off his stupid dimple.

He finally climbs off me and I release a breath.

"Bed's all yours, honey," he tosses the lighter at me and exits the bedroom.

I sigh.

What the fuck just happened?