The music is loud, practically thrumming throughout my entire body. I'm dancing with a girl who has got a rather large backside and it's grinding against me in the most sinful of ways. I move in time with the bass but I let her do most of the work because god damn she can move. Although this girl is dressed like angel, quite literally, she's putting only deliciously devilish thoughts in my head.

I, on the other hand, was going for a steampunk costume but had ended up looking more like the mixture of the male lead in a victorian romance novel and Dracula. I suppose that makes me Dorian Gray. I'll just go with that if anyone asks.

I guess the look worked for me though. You know, considering the fact it didn't take long for this girl to pull me onto the dance floor and grind her voluptuous rear-end all over me, I'd say it did. It truly is one of the nicest, roundest asses I've ever seen. It's the kind that just bounces off of you when you're pounding yourself against it as fast as humanly possible. Speaking of said ass, the song flows seamlessly into another beat which causes her to change her pace.

It's the night of our annual Halloween Bash and even though the city of Boston is cold as fuck all of these beautiful women showed up wearing the most delectably revealing costumes. I feel like it's my birthday and I'm Hugh Hefner. Well, maybe not Hugh Hefner considering there are equal parts men and women. But, thankfully for me, most of the men are not as scandalously clad as the women.

"Excuse me," I hear an all too familiar voice "do you mind if I cut in, sweetheart?" The girl stops her booty ministrations as she peers at Sarah's face.

"Oh, well we were just in the mid-"

"He's mine, now shoo." She grins but what may appear sweet I know is actually ferocity. "Shoo." One last shooing hand motion from Sarah is all it takes to make Miss Beautifully Big Booty nod and walk away.

Fucking Sarah.

I have no idea what it is about her that just screams intimidation to everyone. The only one that hasn't backed down from her so far is Rae. Rae. The last time I'd seen her was when she'd left with Liam or, as I like to refer to him as, the blue-eyed bastard. I suppose he seemed nice enough but watching Rae strut down the hallway in that dress with him the other night caused a new and rather uncomfortable feeling to boil in my chest.

What that's all about I'll never know. I'd never felt that way with Sarah. It was an entirely new experience for me. I'd wanted to grab her, wanted to make her stay, but I didn't. I'd just stood there, gritting my teeth as my father spoke to me. I hadn't heard much of anything he'd said because all I could think about was her and how she'd be spending her evening.

I pull myself back into the present, pushing away all Rae related thoughts. "Can you not scare every woman who's even remotely interested in me off? I don't belong to you. I'm not your fucking property, Sarah." I glare at her.

"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?" She chuckles like it's a big fucking joke. "You're cute, Seth. You know you'll always come back to me." She steps closer, leaning in to whisper, "you'll always come back to this pussy. Come being the key word."

I shrug away from her words and away from her. "No. We're done, Sarah." She continues to laugh with a giant Chesire Cat grin taking over her face. "Seriously, I've moved on." I deadpan.

"Ah yes, to that slutty little sister." She continues to chuckle even louder now.

"She's not a slut." Those words make the smile disappear.

"So, it is her then." Her lips purse and her jaw ticks. "That's your type now? Really? Come on, Seth. Have some standards for fuck's sake."

"I do, which is why I'm walking away from you." I turn away from her but she grabs ahold of my arm. "Sarah seriously, Im fucking don-" She kisses me ferociously, like a lioness or, more appropriately, a scavenging hyena. I push her away from me and as I do I catch a glimpse of red hair in the sea of gyrating bodies. "Leave me alone." I grit out in aggravation before heading after those fiery locks.

Once I get closer to the bar I spot her again. I look over her and automatically recognize her costume, she's DC's Poison Ivy. It's a fitting costume for anyone with hair like Rae's. She looks just like the character should in real life. She looks perfect.

"Hello, Miss Ivy." I say as I lean against the bar in front of her.

"Hello, Mr.-" she looks me up and down "who the hell are you supposed to be anyway?"

Fabulous. "I was going for something steampunk related." I shrug. "Apparently, I failed. So now I'm going with Dorian Gray."

She quirks a brow, "oh, so you're just ugly and old on the inside."

"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're funny."

"Mhmm. I'm absolutely hilarious." She sips the drink Mike just handed to her. "Speaking of hilarity, how's the girlfriend?" Ahh, so she'd seen Sarah smothering me. "Seems like things are going good."

"I told you, she isn't my girlfriend."

"Doesn't matter to me." She shrugs.

"You know, for someone who says something doesn't matter to them you sure do like to bring it up." And not to mention her little comment to me in the bathroom the other day about picturing her while I was with Sarah. Best not to remind her of that particular little tidbit though. "Where's the boyfriend?" She gives me a confused look. "the blue-eyed guy with an accent."

"Oh, you mean Liam?"

"Yeah, prep-school jock, that guy."

"You know, just because he isn't covered in tattoos and doesn't enjoy getting punched in the face and/or punching people in the face doesn't make him a prep-school jock."

"You're honestly telling me that guy doesn't go to Harvard?" She purses her lips. "Hah. I knew it. Prep. School. Jock."

"Whatever." She flutters her lashes and aims a sexy grin to my left. "Speak of the devil." She says reaching for a black-gloved hand.

"Ah, were you wondering where your dark knight went?" He swoops down, placing a kiss on Rae's cheek.

"You remember Seth, right?" She gestures in my direction.

He looks up and gives me a nod, "Yes, how could I forget? You're the lipstick guy." I'm going to take that glove off and smack you with it. "I must say that for a moment I thought that was your lipstick all over his face, princess." That's because if you would've showed up earlier it would've been. "But you don't wear trashy shades. So, I suppose I should've known better."

"I heard someone say trashy?" I hear a voice come up behind me. Oh for fuck's sake. "Who are we talking about, babe?" Sarah wraps her arms around me and nuzzles into my chest.

"Oh, no one important." Rae gives her her fakest smile which I'm sure Sarah is returning with one of her very own.

"Well well, who do we have here?" She holds out a perfectly manicured hand to Liam. "Sarah Nichols."

"Liam Anderson." The smile on his face as he shakes her hand makes me want to gag. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasures all mine." Her voice a touch seductive at the end. How I'd ever fallen for that I will never know.

We all stand there awkwardly for another few moments before I see Rhys in the distance with Carla. Fuck me. Because Eva is also with them. "Well, it was nice seeing you guys but uh, Sarah and I are going to go dance now." I grab Sarah's hand and basically drag her onto the dance floor.

The last thing I need is for Sarah to know about Eva and Eva to know about Sarah. Then have that awkward situation all play out in front of Rae. Yeah, I'm all fucking set with that. I guess being Hugh Hefner isn't all it's cracked up to be. Too many women is the equivalent to too many problems. I don't know how the poor old chap had once done it.

Sarah begins to dance on me. "You're welcome."

I scrunch my brows together. "What are you even talking about?"

"I just saved you from what was clearly an awkward conversation. Prince Charming over there is all over your friend's little sister. If you hadn't guessed already, he's not your biggest fan."

"I didn't do anything to him."

She rolls her eyes. "He doesn't like you because he knows you've fucked her."

"I haven't." Well, it was her mouth. So, wait, I guess I had? Technicalities.

"But you want to." She states in a very matter-of-fact tone. I don't say anything, I just continue to dance with her. "Your silence says everything, Seth. See, this is why you and I are perfect for each other."

"Perfect?" I stop dancing and look down at her incredulously. "Perfect for each other? Are you fucking delusional, Sarah? If anything we're completely fucking toxic for one another."

"How can you say that?" She actually looks genuinely hurt but, knowing Sarah, it's a ruse.

"How can I say that?" I shoot the question back at her. "I can say that because you fucking smashed out all of the windows on my truck and all because I just went on a date with someone."

"No, you slept with Keisha. That's why." The way she said it was like smashing out someone's truck windows is completely justifiable.

"Yeah Sarah, no big deal or anything. You just fucking ruined my truck in the middle of winter while it was fucking snowing outside."

"You put your dick, my dick, in Keisha." She spits venomously.

"I didn't sleep with her!" I shout. "I just went on a fucking date with her, Sarah!" She looks honestly surprised. "I'm not a fucking man-whore."

"Says the man fucking around with me, his friend's sister, and I'm assuming that other chick that's with Rhys."

"What makes you say that?" I mean, she's not wrong but still.

"She's only looked in our direction about a thousand times, Seth." She rolls her eyes. "It's not rocket science."

"It's not my fault that women are attracted to me." I run my hand through my hair. "Men are attracted to you and I've never lost my complete shit over it."

"Why is that?" She asks, her hands on the hips of her skimpy maid outfit. "Why have you never cared about the way men act around me? You've never cared about how I act around them either. Why?"

"Because I never loved you. It was always just about the sex." I blurt the words out, instantly regretting them because she reacts automatically by slapping me in the face.

"Fuck you, Seth." She spits at me with tears glazed over her eyes. "Just-" she sucks in a deep, shaky breath "fuck you." She turns around and storms away from me.

At least I know she can't go smash out my windows again. Thank god I took a fucking cab.