The fifth time I saw him he had done the impossible and then he touched me in intimate places.

Allie's P.O.V

After the concert, I went home exhausted. It was like two in the morning, and while I usually stayed up until four, dancing around had depleted my energy.

Harold was off duty, and instead a big mean security guard was in his place. I hated this guy. He always tried to bust me for underage drinking because I usually came home way too late, but half the time I was watching a movie at the midnight showing or I just went for a walk because the city was beautiful at night and nobody was every around and it was just me and my thoughts and the lights illuminating the streets.

Tonight was no exception.

"Where were you, young lady?" he asked sternly, trying to make himself bigger and more intimidating.

I was too tired to deal with his shit tonight. "A concert," I said, gesturing to my T-shirt and holding up the bag where I had bought another Fall Out Boy shirt and a poster. "This is what I bought, a T-shirt and a poster, or do you not believe me and want to search it for drugs?"

The man bristled with indignation. "That is no way to talk to a police officer, young lady-"

"But you're not a cop," I said. "I know, because you, my friend, are a minimum-wage man who likes to pretend he actually knows the laws when he really is just a security guard, so, yeah, I'm really scared."

With that, I turned and headed for the elevator, where I pressed the button and leaned against the wall, sighing heavily. Luke wasn't too bad, actually. He had left his friend to hang out with me the whole time, claiming that he needed to keep me safe from guys who wanted to hook up with me. I actually had fun.

I wearily let myself into the apartment, dropping my keys and the bag on table and headed straight to bed, not even bothering to change out of my clothes before I was asleep.

...

I put in an earring as I stared at my appearance in the mirror. I looked good, especially since my legs were so short so when I wore shorts they looked bad, but these made my legs look even longer and I liked it. I was going to another party, and I was willing to bet twenty bucks that I would run into Luke there.

Ever since that first party, every one I went to I had met up with Luke. I just hoped that this time he wouldn't try to get in my pants.

I finished getting ready and left, not bothering to tell Jasmine where I was going because she would only yell at me. That girl was a tough nut to crack. She always told me to go out, but when I did she would yell at me. Just make up your mind, woman!

I got to the party, which was at some random frat house and it was already in full swing. People where in the front yard puking and it was only ten o clock.

Lightweights.

I helped myself to a beer and took in my surroundings. People were making out, grinding on each other and basically fucking each other in front of everyone else. I rolled my eyes. I don't know why I even come to these. There's something about them, the sweat and the people and the alcohol that gives me an adrenaline rush and for some reason I can't stop coming to them.

God, I sound like a drug addict.

I drank even more beer, trying to actually get drunk tonight because I had a feeling I would need it. I saw Chris, in yet another snapback and internally groaned. That meant Luke was here.

"Hey pretty girl!"

I closed my eyes and winced. Speak of the devil. "Hey, Luke," I said, sounding less than excited. "What's up?"

"Nothing," he said, grinning at me. "Just partying."

I nodded, smiling tightly. "Well, have fun with that."

"Why, not when I have finally done the one thing that I could do to get in your pants," he said, smirking.

That made me pause and do a double take. "What?" I asked.

"I read The Fault In Our Stars," he said, grinning wickedly.

"No way," I said.

"Yes way."

"Who died in the end?" I asked.

"Augustus. Made me cry, if I may add."

"What was the name of the book that Hazel and Augustus loved?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

"An Imperial Affliction, which sounds awful, by the way."

"Where did Augustus and Hazel have their first kiss?" I asked.

"In Amsterdam, at the Anne Frank House."

"Which leg was Augustus missing?" I asked.

"His right," Luke answered.

"Holy shit," I said, surprised. "You actually did it."

Luke grinned and winked. "Yup. So does this mean I get my prize?"

I laughed. "Oh no." I turned and started making my way through the crowd.

"Hey!" Luke followed me. "That's totally not fair. I read that book in good faith, thinking that if I did you would let me fuck you."

"Well, now you get to have read a masterpiece and better your life from it," I said, not turning around. I was in the hallway by the front door now.

"Well, an even better bonus would be getting in your pants," Luke insisted, stumbling a little as he tried to get around people.

"Nope," I said.

All of a sudden, I found myself pressed against the wall opposite the front door, where I had been trying to leave.

"Oh no you don't," he said in a low voice, which was actually kind of sexy. "You don't get to back out of this deal."

"Why not?" I answered, somehow managing to keep my sass even though I was trapped. "We never shook on it."

"Shut up," Luke groaned, before he kissed me.

I made a muffled sound of protest, trying to push him off me, but I was too short; he hovered over me and kept me in a cage that he made with his own body. I tried to pull away, but he came even closer, his body pressing against mine every which way and damn, he was a good kisser.

I found myself weakening as he kept kissing me, and I just about lost it when he gently pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth. It made my legs go weak; I had never been kissed like that.

"Do you want me yet?" he groaned as he pulled back for air.

"Shut up," I muttered before pulling his lips to mine.

Luke turned his head, making his lips hit mine in a way that made me feel it in places that I didn't want to be feeling it, and suddenly he scooped me up and pressed me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on my ass.

"Sorry, babe,  wasn't a fan of having to bend down that far," he mumbled.

His lips moved to my neck and he found the spot that made me slump against his lean frame. He nibbled on it and shit there would be a mark later.

His hand traveled from my ass to cup me in the front of my shorts. I gasped and pulled back, feeling suddenly nervous as he touched me.

"Trust me," he whispered, and for some strange reason I found myself doing so.

He slowly moved his hand, making me whine slightly and bury my face in the crook of his shoulder. He popped open the button on my shorts and suddenly his hand was in my shorts, my panties, and he was touching me in intimate places.

I let out a noise I didn't know I was capable and I felt, rather than saw, Luke smirk.

"Come on babe," he muttered, moving his hand in and out of me.

I couldn't believe this was happening; I was letting a boy I barely knew finger me in the front hall of a college party.

Oh God, I was now one of those girls.

Luke kept moving, making me groan and he was letting out a few of his own, as I was kissing and biting his shoulder. Suddenly, I felt my stomach tighten and a good feeling go over me and Luke pulled his hand out of my shorts and buttoned them for me.

"Thanks, babe," he said, smirking.

 I was panting, still trying to come down from the high that Luke had given me, much faster than any other partner had given me, and with only his fingers.

"What the hell," I gasped out. "Did you really just-"

"Finger you in the hallway?" Luke smirked. "Yeah, and I think you liked it."

"Fuck," I breathed.

Luke set me down and pressed a kiss to my lips. "Well, let me know if you want even more relief, and I could use some too, if you know what I mean," he winked.

"Fuck you," I said.

Luke let out a short laugh. "Babe, that's what I just did. If you could return the favor, that would be nice."

"Fuck you," I spat, suddenly angry. "Get the hell out of my face."

Luke kissed me one more time on the lips, a short peck. "Thanks babe. Maybe I'll see you around sometime."

With that, he left, a cocky smirk on his lips and I knew that he was going to find another girl and fuck her tonight and that didn't bother me.

What bothered me was this-

If I hated him so much, why did I let him do that to me and why did it feel so good?

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Hey guys! sorry for the kind of smut, but i don't think you'll mind it too much. i tried to make it detailed enough so you guys would know what's happening, but not too detailed so where i would feel i would go to hell and party with Satan for the rest of my life.

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