Three years ago.

Jace's POV.

Olivia drank three beers and started stuttering and giggling.

Beer doesn't do it for me so I got myself something stronger, the bench got really cold so we moved to the back of Diego's car.

Olivia is telling me a story about the first time she talked to Diego while I'm taking large gulps from the liquor bottle in my hand and studying every movement she's making.

We had that moment, the moment where we told each other our big, darkest fears then she told me she broke up with her boyfriend.

I don't know what we are doing right about now but I don't care, this is worth it, she's worth it.

Like on instinct, I bring my hand to her ponytail, pulling the scrunchie and releasing her hair.

She stops talking because of it, I slip the scrunchie on my wrist, taking another long sip, "Continue."

She rakes her fingers through her hair and and shakes her head at me with an amused smile.

"Why didn't you tell me we had met before? At that costume party last year?" I finally ask.

"Why didn't you remember?" She fires back.

"You were wearing a wig." I defend.

"Your friend Matt remembered me, infact, he called me Sabrina for that entire week." She giggles at the memory.

"Asshole." I mutter underneath my breath, "I'm sorry I didn't remember you." I tell her.

She faces me, a sad smile playing on her lips.

"It's okay, I didn't want you to anyway." She shrugs, I crease my forehead.

"Why though? Not having someone you have a crush on notice you sucks ass but you make it sound okay." I say.

"What can I say, one sided love is perfect." She leans her head against the headrest, eyes on me.

"And yet, here you are." The words come out as a whisper.

"Here I am." She smiles, looking passed me outside the window like someone is approaching.

"Hey, love birds, you ready to go?" Diego gets into the driver's seat and Blair joins in shortly afterwards.

"Oh." Blair stares back and forth between Olivia and I.

"Yeah." Olivia responds to Diego's question.

Diego starts the car and a Dua lipa song blasts from the speakers, Olivia tells me Dua lipa is her favorite artist, I tell her my first wet dream was about Dua lipa which makes her laugh.

"Who's your favorite artist?" She asks me, our shoulders brushing.

"I don't have a favorite artist or a favorite color, or a favorite movie, or any of that kind of stuff." I answer honestly, lifting the bottle to my mouth.

"You're weird." She giggles, trailing her index finger on the side of my face.

"And you're drunk." I state the obvious, she doesn't respond, she moves her finger to my chin then my lower lip, parting it from it's partner.

"You have really soft lips." She looks dazed, drunk, lost in lust.

"Thanks?" I ache my brows, holding in my laugh.

"It wasn't a compliment." She shakes her head, biting her lip as she stares at mine.

"You're such a bad girl when you're drunk." I lean over till our faces are close, close enough to taste each other's breaths, closer enough to kiss.

"Like you don't like those." She stares into my eyes, resting her palm on my chest, we both watch her hand slowly slide down my chest and reach my belt.

We glance at each other, tension thickening each second like smoke in a small room.

"I don't." I respond to her previous statement.

She gets her hands off me and scoots away.

"Hey, D?" She calls Diego, the fact that she just called him D yet again reminds me that they've known each other long enough for her to call him that.

"Yes?" He cuts off his conversation with Blair to respond to her.

"Jace says he doesn't like bad girls." She looks at me while saying the words.

"He's bullshiting you." He snorts.

"Have you met Cassandra? She's like the baddest bitch I've ever met." Blair looks back at Olivia.

"Cassandra, huh?" Olivia's question is directed to me, I just stare back at her.

"Oops, was I not supposed to say that?" Blair stares between us again.

"No, Cass knows I'm here, she knows who I'm here with." I respond to Blair, she nods, going back to goofing around with Diego.

Great, now it's awkward again.

Blair thinks I'm dating Cassandra, hell, the whole entire school must think the same after that show we pulled at the party and I feel like keeping it that way but where does that leave Olivia?

It's not like she dumped her boyfriend for me or anything.

"Cass, huh?" She puts emphasis on the name.

"Why are you saying it like that?" I keep my eyes on the bottle in my hands.

"Are you guys dating or something?" She asks, I catch something in that tone, pain? Jealousy? Hate?

Whatever it is, I don't like it.

"No offense, Liv, but I don't think it's any of your fucking business." The words just come out and I realize a little too late that I sounded like a total asshole.

"Cool." She draws the word and goes silent.

"Sorry." Blair mouths to me between the two seats, I shake my head dismissively, there's nothing to be sorry about, besides, it's better this way.

No, it's not, asshole.

I spend the rest of the ride listening to Blair and Diego's conversation, it's so natural and they laugh a whole lot.

True definition of finding your happiness in another person.

Diego parks the car in Olivia's driveway and turns to us.

"Hey, you two, get out of the car and go talk it out." He says.

Talk what out?

"No, thanks?" I respond, hoping Olivia didn't hear me but she's right next to me for fucks sake.

"Well, boo-fucking-hoo, I wanna drive the pretty lady home and by the time I come back, I want y'all to figure your shit out, now get out." He demands, sounding a little pissed off. I chuckle at that.

Olivia opens the door and gets out of the car but I stay put.

I peek my head in-between his seat and Blair's, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He throws the question back to me, I sigh, finally getting out of his car and leaving the liquor bottle inside.

He pulls out of the driveway way and show him my middle finger, he responds by sticking his middle finger out the window.

Olivia is standing across from me, looking at me like she's waiting for me to say something.

I don't.

"I'm sorry," she speaks.

"For what?" I half laugh.

"I don't know, I'm just sorry." She says, looking down at her shoes like she's shy or embarrassed or something.

"God, you're drunk." I shove my hands in my pockets.

"So are you." She says in a duh tone, I smile at that.

"True." I stride towards her, "I'll have a glass of water." I start walking up to her house.

As soon as we enter, the knowledge that we're now alone, drunk, horny with two or is it three condoms in my pocket knocks into my senses.

Drunk sex is nice and all but there's always that huge chance that you or the other person might regret it in the morning.

But the alcohol is already doing something to my already dirty thoughts, making me imagine fucking Olivia against the front door or that wall and anywhere else.

"You were right, this drunk part is definitely interesting." She giggles, rubbing her temples.

"I should go." I announce, she gives me a suspicious look.

"Okay?" She seems confused.

I go back out the door, shutting it behind me, but then I don't think I really want to leave so I stand on her porch, debating with myself.

Ah, fuck it.

I turn around, raising my fist to knock but the door swings open and she bumps into me like she was just about to go after me.

Interesting.

"Hello to you too." I smirk down at her.

"Damnit." She tiptoes and captures my lips in a delightful kiss, I snake my arm around her waist, lifting her in my arms, she folds her legs around my waist and I grip handfuls of her ass.

I walk inside her house, kicking the front door shut with my foot.

I always call bullshit every time I see a couple climbing stairs while kissing in movies, but I take it back cause I successfully make it upstairs.

I open her bedroom door and as soon as I walk us in, she stretches out her hand to turn the switch beside the door, turning off the lights.

I break the kiss.

"Why?" I ask.

"I don't want you to see me." She says, bringing her mouth back to mine.

"Why not?" I ask, thrusting my tongue in her mouth, she moans, gripping my hair and kissing me harder.

She untangles her legs, standing on her own and catching her breath from the kiss.

"I just don't want you to." She pulls her sweatshirt over head.

"Okay." I start doing the same.

I feel like I'm losing my virginity all over again, the taking your own clothes off thing, the nerves and the anticipation.

"Did you really break up with Tristan?" I ask once all my clothes are stripped off.

"Yeah." She responds.

I hate that I can't see her, I want to see her, bare and ready for me.

"It's okay, Olivia, you don't have to lie-"

"Shut up before I kick you out," She cuts me off. "I told him about us earlier and he didn't take it so well, that's why I came to Hallcreek River in the first place." She whispers.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her to my body, she yelps, hitching her breath. Her chest is bare but she still has her panties on.

"Are you sad about it?" I cup the side of her face, my thumb trailing her intoxicating lips.

"No, should I be?" She lets my thumb slip in her mouth, sucking on it, nice, slow and wet.

"Yes." I don't know if that's my response to her sucking my thumb or my response to her question or both.

"I think I will be, tommorow morning when I come down from this high." She pecks my lips again and again, her body warm and smooth against mine.

"Maybe we shouldn't be doing this while you're drunk." I pant, my skin turning hot, my muscles tensing, my dick becoming harder and harder each second.

"You wanna stop?" She licks the corner of my mouth.

"No." I pull her lower lip between my teeth.

"Then shut up." She releases a small laugh, it resounds in my chest and I grunt, carrying her to her bed and hovering on top of her.

I trail my tongue down her neck, grazing my teeth on the skin on her collarbone and boob.

My palm curves around her neck, claiming her mouth, devouring her lips like they're the antidote to this sickness.

I cup her boob, massaging, lightly pinching her nipple, she whimpers and I groan, breaking the kiss and roughly sliding off her panties.

I lean down to kiss her again but this time, it's slow, soft and gentle.

I sneak my hand between us, palming her entrance, sliding my fingers up and down her slit, spreading her wetness. I start circling my fingers around her clit, she dips her head into her pillow, crying out a moan in my mouth.

I slip my middle finger inside her and fuck, her walls clench around it.

Fucking hell.

I reach for my jeans on the floor, fidgeting for the goddamn rubbers, I tear one open and roll it on myself before coming down onto her body, rubbing the tip against her clit before pushing inside her in one go.

She sucks in a breath, fingers digging into my shoulder.

"Shit," She's tight, so tight I'd cum after four thrusts or less.

Every muscle in my body feels tight and my breathing increases like there's not enough air in my lungs.

I start slow, sliding in and out while holding my breath captive, then I find myself searching for that high she talked, or maybe I'm already there and I just want to come down from it.

Drunk as fuck.

I start pounding into her, hard, rough and quick, loving the way her tight walls stroke my length.

So wet and fucking warm, it gives me butterflies and makes my abs tighten.

"Are you okay?" I ask cause she's been quiet and frozen for some time now.

"Huh?" She gasps, her blue eyes searching my sex-dazed face.

"I feel like you're not enjoying this, do you wanna switch positions?" I ask, halting my thrusts.

A girl I once hooked up with once told me that some girls don't enjoy sex when a man is on top cause they like to be in control.

Maybe Olivia is one of those girls.

"No, I'm okay." She lies, showing me a fake smile.

"Are you sure cause we can stop if you're not-"

"No, I'm fine, it's just my first time." She blurts out.

"What is?" I ask, feeling confused.

"I've never done this before, the sex I mean, it's my first time." She clarifies.

I swear to God, those words drain all the alcohol from my system.

I press my face onto her pillow beside her head, clenching my teeth and gripping her hair.

I feel like screaming.

"Please tell me you're fucking joking." I speak into the pillow.