Luke's POV.

Garrett forced us to drop by the so called celebration party that Ariana was filmed kissing Shane.

It's at times like these that I find myself missing my car.

That thing drives me places, I have to acknowledge that more often.

"What do you guys think I should do to him?" He asks as we all get out of the car and approach the mansion.

"Nothing, she kissed him and you know it." Says Mason.

"Yeah but the fucker kissed her back." He says through gritted teeth, looking pissed off.

"Who in their right mind wouldn't kiss her back, bro, c'mon." Mason points out, chuckling. I purse my lips, nodding in agreement.

"Who's party is this anyway?" I look at the house.

"We're not here to party, we're here to kick some ass." Garrett walks backwards, pointing at Mason and I.

"Yeah, I'm not kicking someone's ass for kissing a girl who clearly wanted you to react, I never wanted to be the one to tell you this, bro, but your relationship with Ariana is a little bit problematic." I say to him, he halts, standing in front of us like this is news to him.

"Did you just say a little bit problematic?" Mason turns to me, "It's like full on problematic, remember that time they started making out in the middle of an argument?"

"What's problematic about that? I felt like ending the argument with a kiss and it worked." He defends, shrugging.

Mason and I exchange a look.

"Don't fucking look at each other, I love that girl, y'all wouldn't understand it." He turns around and continues walking, but then he spins around to face us again. "Okay, fine, maybe it's a little bit problematic but what do you guys think I should do about it?" He asks frustratedly.

"Move on." Mason and I say in union, Garrett looks between us in total disbelief.

"I need a fucking drink." He sighs, walking towards the house.

We walk into the party and it's packed, like full on Friday night party splash.

It doesn't take a while for us to spot Ariana in the kitchen, talking to some random guy.

Garrett clutches his hands into fists and launches in their direction but Mason holds him back.

"That poor guy is fucking innocent, he's just having fun flirting with a cheerleader who told him about how single she is, he doesn't deserve to get punched in the face," Mason explains to him while Garrett glares at them.

Jake Kent walks up to me and shakes a little plastic bag of coke into my hand.

"Fucking life saver." I slip it in my pocket.

"You're welcome." He shoves his red cup in my hand, looking drunk and tired.

"Yo, who's party is this?" Mason asks Jake, still holding Garrett back.

"Damien," Jake responds.

"This is not Damien's house," I look around the unfamiliar house.

I've been to Damien's house and this is not it.

"Where is he?" I ask Jake.

"Upstairs, first room on your left." He points up, "I wouldn't go there if I were you, he's... Busy." He giggles like a child.

"Okay, let's go see Damien." Mason drags Garrett.

"Nah-uh." Garrett resists, his eyes still glued to Ariana who didn't even notice our presence.

I grab his other hand and we literally drag him out of there.

We climb the stairs and walk into the room Jake instructed, Damien is laying in bed in the middle of two topless chicks, one has her hand inside his jeans and the other one is making out with him.

"Geez." I look away in disgust.

There's another girl sitting on the sofa by the window, I don't recognize her. She has brunette hair, brown skin and she's wearing a denim romper.

She looks very uncomfortable by this scene playing in front of her even though she's busy texting on her phone.

"Damien, you mad dog," Garrett laughs.

The girl that's making out with him pulls away and they all look at us.

"You wanna join in? The more the merrier." Damien grins, staring at the girl's exposed boobs.

I need new friends, I'm not not even kidding at this point.

Garrett and Mason start talking to Damien about how he didn't invite them to the party, I walk to sit next to the girl, she scoots away from me like I might bite.

Damien climbs out of bed from in-between the two girls, he's shirtless and he looks high as fuck.

He grabs a bottle of whiskey from the nightstand and approaches me as Mason and Garrett take over his dates.

I sigh, preparing myself for whatever he's about to hit me with tonight.

He grabs a wooden chair from the desk and sets it in front of me, sitting down and extending the bottle of Jack Daniels towards me.

I take it.

"Where's Cassandra?" He questions without wasting time, I sip.

I know that little shit for a sister likes this sick fuck but I just hate the fact that there's a big possibility that he likes her back.

"Don't ask about my sister." I sip again, drifting my eyes to the wall behind him.

"Why? Cause you care?" He laughs like the thought of me caring about my own sister is fucking impossible and ridiculous.

"Cause she's not a toy for you to fuck with," I shake my head.

"I know, she's Cassandra Richardson, who would dare fuck with that?" He's clearly mocking me.

"Do you even like her, man?" I question.

"Like her?" He scoffs, "Fuck no, I just keep having these awesome fantasies where she's on her knees, begging me to show her my dick," he smirks, "So I guess I just want to show her my dick," He leans back in the chair, smiling at me the whole time.

"No, I don't know and I'll take that as a sick joke." I glare at him, he laughs.

"You're a Richardson, of course you will." He takes the bottle from my hold and stands, moving to the girl sitting next to me and placing his hand on the headrest of the sofa, right beside her head.

I hear her hitch her breath as she stares up at him, he lifts the bottle to her lips, instructing her to take a sip without saying anything.

"I don't drink." She jerks her head away from the bottle.

"Why?"

"Why don't I drink?" She stares at his chest, I roll my eyes at her.

"Yeah." I hear him respond.

"Because I just don't?" She questions as I sink into the sofa, shifting my gaze to my friends who are indeed flirting with those girls.

Damien doesn't seem to mind, infact, none of them would mind.

If there's one thing a jock from my team is willing to share, it's pussy.

I take my attention back to Damien and the uncomfortable girl.

"You a virgin too?" His eyes drop to her body. The girl shifts uncomfortably and takes her time responding which answers his question, he smiles at that.

"Leave her alone." I cut in, his eyes shift to me.

"You know, if you and I were friends, I don't think I would be doing anything fun, you're too... Involved." He says.

"Thank you, now fuck off." I hiss.

He stands up straight and keeps eye contact with me, "If your sister is ready to have the best fuck of her life, she knows where to find me," he winks at me.

"Touch her and I'll chop your head off." I threaten.

"That's the spirit." He points at me like he's genuinely proud of me for saying that.

I squint my eyes and shake my head at him as he walks out of the room.

"Thanks." I hear the girl speak.

"Next time, just kick him in the dick." I tell her, she giggles.

"So is every kid at this school like a.." She trails, searching for the right word.

"Total asshole?" I finish her sentence.

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely." I nod.

"You seem okay." She smiles at me.

"I'm only freaky when I'm drunk or high but right now, I'm as sober as you." I say, she nods in agreement. "New?" I ask.

"Yeah, I just moved here from New Jersey, I miss that place already." She tells me.

"Are you a senior?" I ask.

"Junior." She answers.

"Oh then you'll fit right in."

"You think?"

"Yep."

"Why aren't you joining in on that action?" She nods her head in their direction.

"One of them got dumped tonight and the other is just stupidly unlucky when it comes to love." I fill her in on the drama.

"And you? You don't have any girl or boy problems?" She asks.

"Nah." I look down on my lap, "But there's this one girl." I'm suddenly reminded of Reign.

"Aw, I love how you just said that, what's her name?" Her brown eyes glow with gleam.

"Reign." I smile.

"Interesting name, go on."

"So she and I have hated each other since the very first day we spoke but things suddenly shifted and we... smashed then she told me that it was never going to happen again but I can't stop thinking about it or her and I really don't know what to do." I explain, hoping that this stranger will give me a solution before I go crazy over this girl that I don't seem to hate anymore.

"You like her, there's not much you can do about it except live through it until it goes away." She says.

"No, I don't think I like her, I just enjoyed fucking her and I want to do it again," I correct her assumption.

"No, dude, trust me, you like this girl and if you don't want to like her more than you do right now then don't even think about having sex with her again." She advises.

"No offense but why am I taking sex advice from a virgin?" I question myself.

"Oh come on, even virgins know that casual sex builds some kind of strong connection between two people." She laughs.

"What kind of.... connection?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"The kind that will mess with your head if you decide to make things casual with her, especially if she doesn't give you what you really want."

"Which is...?"

"A relationship." She lifts her shoulders.

"Fuck no, I don't want to be in a relationship with Reign, she's like... Fucked up." I point out.

"It always starts as something casual but as time goes on, you will hate that you won't be able to call her yours." She says, I tap my feet against the wooden floor, finding sense in the things she's saying.

Deep, deep down. I know she's right.

"I'm starting to doubt if you're really a virgin." I respond, she bursts out laughing, I chuckle.

"Leave it to Luke Richardson to make the new girl laugh." One of her friends comments.

"What can I say, I'm good at what I do." I shrug, smiling at the girl that's straddling Mason's lap.