The club was booming, I had only been here an hour and Robbie was already drunk.

I see my friend Mark from my high school days come my way, holding a tray full of bright-colored shots.

"Hey Evan, how's the show going?" My friend Jack asks, shouting over the music. "You're so lucky, Amanda is so fucking hot!"

Jack then hands me a shot, gripping his own in his hand.

I laugh and down the shot with him, instantly feeling the back of my throat burn as the liquid goes down my throat.

"Don't tell me you watch the show." I shout over the music, giving him a gross look.

He shoved me and then we both laughed.

"Only cause of Amanda dude, she's a national treasure man." He grimaces at me. "My sister doesn't shut up about you though, she even begged me to get your autograph tonight." He laughed making me laugh with him.

"Over my dead body Beckett, it's already bad enough my sister has a crush on one of my friends, it's even worse when she's following me around, begging me to tell her everything about you."

I laugh out loud, throwing my head back. "Seriously?" I ask, not believing him as he nods his head.

"Nothing has changed then." I say smugly, and Mark scoffs and rolls his eyes.

The song changes and that's when everyone that was on the dancefloor starts making their way to the bar for a drink top-up, that's when I see the rest of my friends drunkenly stumble back to our table, laughing and holding each other up.

Robbie wears a huge birthday pin on his shirt and sunglasses in the shape of '23' over his eyes, making me laugh as soon as he sits down next to me and puts his arm around my neck, making me realize just how drunk he is.

"I love you!" He shouts over the music."And my feet hurt."

He pouts before his eyes focus on something else on the table.

"Ohhhh SHOTS!" He shouts out, making our friends take a glass and raise it into the air.

Jesus Christ, he's completely wasted, as Robbie makes a toast, that made no sense over the loud music blaring through the speakers, everyone cheers then downs the shot, and then slams the glass back on the table.

Chris, Mark, Liam, and Justin sit down at the table, sweating balls and stinking vodka.

"Evan." Chris shouts in my face as I move back. "Those girls have not stopped looking over here man, save some for the rest of us." He drunkenly says.

"Right?" Liam slurs out. "Handsome and an actor, you have it so nice bro."

I look from our table and see what they're talking about, and I haven't noticed it until now, girls are looking over at our table, or at me, giving their best 'fuck me eyes'.

"Put one out of them out of their misery man, it's getting bad." Justin says, making everyone laugh as I shake my head.

One girl catches my attention, when I noticed her looking at someone standing near our table, her eyes moved to mine, and unlike other girls, she didn't look away, instantly making me curious.

She was beautiful, with long brown hair and a slim build with large breasts and a perfect round ass, wearing a tight short dark blue dress that left little to the imagination as I looked her over.

Fuck, how long has it been since I've had sex with a girl? The more I look over at her standing with her friends, laughing and saying something, the more I want to go over and talk to her.

"Have fun." Robbie grins, stumbling out of the way as I get up from my seat to move past him.

"I'll be back, slow down on the drinks Robbie." I tell him, but he simply shrugs, grinning at me.

All the guys make their way back to the bar for another round as I make my way through the crowd of people as they move out of my way, not before they look me up and down before moving.

I go to the bar, where the girl was, and catch her looking at me again from the corner of my eye when I give the bartender my order, one beer in a bottle and a fruity girly drink.

Grabbing the drinks, I make my way towards the group of girls and stop in front of them, then hand the drink out to the girl, who looks at it questionably, like I'm trying to drug her or something.

I take a drink of it and hide my disgust for sweet things then hand it back to her, which she accepts, biting her lip and looking up at me.

"You looked thirsty." I tell her, trying my best to not stare at her breasts poking out of her dress.

"I'm Evan Beckett, and you are?"

"Lisa." She says over the music. "And I know who you are, I'm a fan." He says, making the group f girls next to her laugh.

My jeans get tighter the moment steps forward and leans her head closer.

"I'm your biggest fan actually." She whispers into my ear. "Want me to prove it?"

Her hands go to my chest and her eyes look up at me innocently with lust-filled eyes as she keeps close to me, knowing fully what she's doing to me.

At this point, I'm seconds from being embarrassingly rock-hard in a crowd full of people as I nod my head and swallow hard, not missing the looks her friends are giving us like they can't believe I'm talking to their friend.

I put my hand on her waist and lean forward into her ear.

"Are you trying to make me cum in my jeans?" I whisper in her ear as my eyes land on her friend whose blushing. "In front of all your friends?"

She shakes her head and I smirk into her shoulder as the music gets louder and more people are coming into the club, making it feel more stuffy just standing here around all these sweaty drunk dancing people.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

She nods her head as her eyes get lost in mine, I take this opportunity to lace my hand in hers and then smile to her friends as I head towards the back room, not before seeing the look on her face as she excitably sequels to her friends, who look completely stunned at what just happened.

The back room, where the toilets, lounge area, and where the roof pool was, is a few steps from the main floor and away from everyone partying on the dancefloor.

I clasp her hand in mine and lead her to one of the private rooms, seeing as one was empty I walk inside and bring her in with me, and then close the door behind me.

The instant the door closes, Lisa flings herself onto me and plants her lips on my mouth as she pants out in desperation and desperately rubs her body against mine, making her large tits pressed hard against my chest.

I open my mouth and kiss her back, moving my tongue inside of her mouth and making her moan out loudly as her hand rubs my erection sloppily as I kiss her up against the wall.

She tasted like the sugary drink I gave her, making me cringe into the kiss as the sudden whiff of her perfume hits me, making me instantly feel nauseous at how strong it felt up close.

I feel myself get soft the more she rubs herself shamefully up against me and I close my eyes tightly to hold onto that need I felt for her back in the club, but it doesn't work.

You've got to be fucking kidding me right now, what the fuck is going on?

I'm completely soft and mortified.

Her tongue was starting to make me feel sick as the intense feeling of suddenly becoming hyper-aware that I'm no longer into this anymore hits me.

She's really shit at kissing, and her hands touching me do absolutely nothing to turn me on, unlike Donovan, who got me hard from him breathing on me, I push her off me and move away from her to sit on one of the seats.

I sigh out violently and grip my hair tightly, I can't actually believe this.

Why did I think of Donovan just now? Have I actually lost my fucking mind?

"Sorry." I force out, looking up at the poor girl who stands there awkwardly looking at me. "Can you just.. go?"

I wince at her expression as she blinks, then her face twists in disappointment and anger before she opens the door and stomps out, slamming it shut behind her, making me groan.

Fuck... fuck fuck FUCK!

Fucking Donovan Steele, what have you done to me?

I need a drink, now!