A Revenge He Regrets

AVA

If I had known better, then best believe I would be nowhere near the four walls of this madhouse they called a party. If agreeing to Liam's stupid bet had a ranking on my list of regrettable life choices, then tonight had definitely taken the number one spot. I should have known he wasn't up to any good when he'd walked into my room two days ago.

"I have something for you." The lopsided grin he wore was still fresh in my mind. "A bet. One I think you'd be able to do."

"I'm not interested, Liam." That had been my response, but he wasn't having it. "I have other important things to do. Go on and have fun without me."

"You haven't even heard it yet, Aves." He grinned. He loved to call me that even though my name was literally so easy to pronounce. "At least give me a chance to tell you what it is."

"Two minutes." I folded my hands across my chest turning in my chair to face him. "Nothing more."

"I bet you can't come to the party at the Martell's house." I should have known his sly grin would only get me into trouble. "If you do come, and stay till the end of it, I promise I'll do anything you want for the rest of the month."

"A month is a pretty long time, Lee." I'd mused. "Would you be able to handle it."

"Try me." He chuckled taking a seat on my bed. "Just imagine it. You'll have me to bend in whatever way you like. You could even force me to study, and all you have to do to get this, is come to a party."

"I don't know." I had muttered, I had a feeling this was a bad idea. "I guess it doesn't sound all that bad..."

All it took for the memory to disappear was a loud thud behind me. I didn't bother checking it out because I could bet my life it was one of the other teenagers trying to cause a ruckus with the little ounce of freedom they'd gotten tonight.

My stomach churned and I was quick to blame it on the loud music that came tumbling from the house in front of me. Call me crazy or whatever, but I could swear the walls were rattling, all thanks to the speakers coming from the inside. Neon lights lined the walls, and the decorations screamed that a lot of time had been put into it, but it still didn't change how I felt about the place. My eyes scanned the pool in the area I was currently at, and I wasn't the least bit impressed.

Sweat slicked teenagers squeezed past one another in a blur of neon bracelets and spilled soda. I could swear the night was cold when Liam, his friend, Asher and I had set out, but right now, I felt suffocated. The air was thick with the aroma of cheap fruit punch, and smoke. It sent shivers down my spine and it only made me tug the sleeves of my cardigan lower.

Why had I worn a cardigan to a pool party?

My eyes scanned the place again for Liam and Asher. Nothing. Liam had promised he was going to stay with me, to watch me go through the night, and Asher, he'd told me he wasn't going to leave me alone.

What happened to twins keeping their promises to each other?

Asher, his best friend had always had a rebellious streak since childhood, and even though he'd ditched me the moment we got here, I wasn't expecting less. Liam on the other hand, was definitely going to get an earful from me.

All I needed to do was find them first.

I turned my gaze back to the paper cup that held my untouched sprite. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to prove to Liam that I wasn't just a bookworm who wouldn't dare step out of the house if it wasn't related to school.

Maybe. Just maybe.

Someone's laughter by the left pulled my attention back to the party. I angled my head slightly, just to see a boy laughing hysterically in front of almost a dozen cans. I wasn't paying attention, but it was obvious he'd knocked them down for his own amusement. I had barely caught that when I caught a prickle at the back of my neck.

I flinched for just a second, before pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. A dark haired boy from inside the living room caught my eyes, but only for a second. His expression was unreadable and curious, but before I could get a closer look at him, he was gone. Probably mashed in between the other teenagers that were having the time of their lives dancing.

Who the hell was that?

I racked my brain for who it could be, but all my brain came up with, was pure static. No matter how hard I tried to think, I just couldn't come up with who that might be.

Had I imagined it somehow? He looked like he had been staring at me. It was weird

"Relax, Ava." I muttered underneath my breath, whilst clutching the cup in my hand. "You can do this. Just hang in there till you find your brother." I told myself.

It sounded easier to be honest. After standing awkwardly by the pool, I decided to start my search all over again. In one swift motion, I ducked towards the door whilst searching for familiar faces. My eyes scanned high and low, but all I came up with, was nothing.

There was no sign of the boys anywhere.

I was just about to give up hope, when my eyes caught something in the corner. It was a narrow hallway opened on the right, and from the murmurs and voices that filtered through the first door, I already knew it was occupied.

"New plan." I huffed. "Find Asher, murder him, then get Liam to come home with me. Bingo."

As slowly as I could, I made my way towards the door. I'd barely gotten there when I peeked into the room.

There were roughly about seven or eight teens lounging in there. They'd formed a small circle made up of mismatched cushions, and with their backs against a bookshelf that held old and dusty boardgames, I was able to spot one of the devils who'd brought me here.

Liam's blonde hair seemed to catch the light, and while it may or may not be the reason I was able to recognize him, all I wanted to do was chop his hair off his head, before feeding it to him.

I was still figuring out ways to murder him when someone's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Ava?" Liam called, and I froze. A smile made its way to his face, but I didn't dare return it. "You're here. Come on in."

I didn't move. I couldn't.

"Bookworm Ava actually showed!" someone cackled. He told them? "You have to tell us how you managed to get her out of the house."

"Shut it, Travis!" Liam was on his feet in a second. As he jogged towards me, he made sure to block me from the rest of his group's view.

"I'm going home. I can't believe your friends were all in on this with you." I didn't even let him speak. "Enjoy your party."

"Ava wait." I turned to leave, but Liam was quick to stop me. Thanks to how fast it happened, the sprite sloshed around in my cup, before streaming down my leg and into my shoes. Great. Just great. "Ava, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ditched you. Oh and about the shoes too."

"Yeah." I wasn't having it. Not one bit. I yanked my arm off.

"You really can't be mad at me sis. Come on, I'm sorry.." Liam's grabbed my free hand, while his other hand scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm sorry for being a complete ass and leaving you all alone. You should know why I brought you here."

"No." I snapped. "Not one bit."

"I don't want you to end up alone, I was worried about you." He added and I frowned. "High school is the only place where we get to make friends and have fun before the stress of college comes tumbling down. All I want for you is to experience it."

"No." I shook my head. "I think you're the one who's getting it all wrong. High school is the time to read and prepare for college. You need to study well if you're to get into a good school."

"Yes." He nodded. "But what's the use of studying if you're not going to have any fun? It balances it out, and that's all I want for you."

"Okay, what about this?" He added again. "Join us, just for tonight, and this'll be the last time I'll bother you with something like this."

"I don't know, Liam..." I muttered, just before glancing at his group. They were currently playing spin the bottle, and they'd just dared someone to drink something that was obviously expired. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Please." Caleb begged. "Just do this for me

And remember, you'll have a month to boss me around however you like."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes after a minute's worth of silence. "But if they do anything weird, I'm leaving and I get to still boss you around."

"Can I join in?" Asher appeared beside me, all smiles, his lips looked swollen. He had been God knew where. The moment he caught the frown on my face, his smile faltered. "Hey nerd."

"Where have you been?" I asked Liam, but he didn't answer. "You know what, I don't even want to know."

His smile grew and I frowned more. This was a bad idea, I just knew it. I could have been in bed by now but I just had to let Liam drag me to this stupid place.

"What do you say, Aves?" Liam called again. "Are you in?"

"Yes, Fine." I groaned, while muttering a prayer that I hadn't made the biggest mistake of my life.

"Yes!" The boys cheered at the same time, before leading us into the room.

As we found a place to sit in the circle, I muttered to Liam."You're in a whole loads of problems bro." But I felt it again. That prickle behind my back, only this time it was more to my ear. I whipped my head to the side, and spotted the same figure by the door before he walked away.

My stomach twisted.

"Alright, let's start." Liam's voice cut in before he could respond. "It's spin the bottle time!"

The group broke into a loud shriek as he spun the bottle. It twirled, just before stopping in front of a random girl. With a huge grin, she picked dare, all while twirling a strand of her hair in between her fingers.

She was dared to give one of the other guys a lap dance, and she got loud cheers in return. Liam spun the bottle some more, and just when I thought the game wasn't that bad, one end of the bottle stopped in front of me.

"Alright Sis," Liam drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's it going to be? Truth or Dare?"

AVA

I could swear I had a hand in what was happening to me right now, but was I going to admit it? Not likely. No, not ever.

I raised my eyes slightly, just so I could catch sight of my immediate surroundings again. Prior to this moment, I'd blinked a couple of times, while I muttered a prayer that somehow, perhaps by a miracle, I would magically get myself out of the hole I'd dug up for myself. But as I stared at the beady eyes of the teenagers boring holes into my skin, it was every indication I didn't know I needed.

I was screwed. Officially.

Dread coiled in my stomach, and I couldn't help but think back to the moment that had brought me here. Liam had asked me a simple question, one I'd definitely seen coming. What I didn't expect from myself, was the answer I gave instead.

"Truth or dare, Ava?" Liam's voice from before echoed in my ear. "Choose wisely."

I could swear the urge to whisper Truth had been strong in my mind, but at the last moment, I had to mess it all up by choosing dare.

"Dare." my voice wobbled, but I'd cleared my throat before speaking again. "I choose dare."

"Ouuuu." Catcalls filled the room, but nothing could calm my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

"Alright then," Liam had picked up again. "I dare you, to kiss a random stranger.

"You heard me." He repeated. "Anyone of your choice. All you have to do is kiss him."

And it was at that moment, I realized how badly I'd messed up. I'd done something stupid, so incredibly stupid that the fact that I'd showed up at this party suddenly felt like something to be praised for, and not the other way around.

I chose dare.

Why? Why had that word slipped out of my mouth like a daredevil version of me had taken over? I could've picked truth. I could've said something like my favorite genre was romance or that I liked to count sheep when I was bored. But no, my big mouth just had to betray me. And now, here I was, expected to kiss someone random at the party. Like that wasn't traumatizing enough, it got worse.

I turned towards Liam. A tiny part of me had wished he was joking, but the moment I caught sight of the sly smirk on his lips, everything faded away in an instant.

My stomach twisted, and a million and one knots formed in my stomach all at once. That traitor smirk told me everything I needed to know about this whole setup. He knew I was about to lose our bet.

We'd made it years ago, half joking and half seriously. The bet entailed that whoever had their first kiss last would win. There wasn't any prize attached to it, just pure gloating and bragging rights till any of them finally decided to let it die down.

I'd planned to go easy on him. I really planned to. After all, it wasn't like anything bad or heinous had happened yet. In fact, a small part of me was actually beginning to see parties as not too much of a big deal. There had been no major fall, and I hadn't been embarrassed yet. All I was doing was pretending to vibe with what the hell they were doing.

But now? He had definitely crossed a line.

Liam's smug expression wasn't helping matters at all. It sat pretty on his face, and the more I saw it, the more furious I became. He'd thought I wasn't going to go through with it. He thought I would chuckle out because my first kiss was far too precious to waste on a stupid dare.

I parted my lips to speak, but no words came out. Heat prickled at the back of my eyes, and if I didn't act now, then it wouldn't take long for the dam behind my eyes to break free, that was for sure. Liam must have caught sight of my internal debate, because he raised his brow on response, his eyes silently daring me to back down.

Nope.

"Fine." I let out after what seemed like forever, much to everyone's surprise. "I'll do it."

"It's just a kiss." I muttered to myself. Heaven knows I would much rather lock lips with someone I had no chance of meeting up with again, than let Liam win the bet. "No big deal."

"What?" The smug smile on Liam's lips was nowhere to be found. Instead, the expression on his face had fallen into what could be easily classified as a small frown. "You're joking."

"I'm not." I got up so fast the cushions scattered. Even the others made way for me, their eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm going to do it."

I didn't wait for any more words from Liam. I didn't even look at him anymore. Instead, my eyes trailed the circle, and I was able to spot Asher in one corner. I had no idea what he was doing, but I just knew he had tapped out of the game a while ago.

The circle broke into excited whispers and rustling as everyone jumped to follow. A dare was a show obviously, and apparently, they all wanted front row seats.

I pushed through the crowd, and with how loudly my heart was thumping, I could swear it was in sync with the loud bass from the speakers. My eyes scanned the room, and fortunately for me, I didn't have to search for too long to find my target.

Or not.

Dangerous was the first word that came to mind the moment I saw him. Tattoos peeled from the leather jacket that swung over his shoulder, and by how broad he was, I could tell he was all muscles. His brown hair caught the light, and I would be lying if I said I'd ever felt the urge to run my hands through someone else's hair before now. It was even more dangerous that the said urge, was tied to a man.

A dangerously, sexy man that is.

He was perched against the kitchen archway, a drink in hand. With how casually he was leaving against the wall, he looked nothing short of those bad boys from the romance novels I'd snuck underneath my bed just so I could read it later.

He had dimples and a sharp jawline that could cut through steel. His gray eyes shone, and for a minute, I imagined what it would be like to get lost in them. He was exactly the kind of boy my parents warned me about, and the kind that I usually crossed the street to avoid.

Perfect.

Without thinking, I walked straight to him, my pulse roaring in my ears.

"Excuse me." My voice was steadier than I felt, and I exhaled in relief. He turned to me the moment the words slid past my lips, and I watched a hint of amusement dance in his eyes. Before I could second guess myself though, I pressed my lips against his.

It was supposed to be light, you know, like a quick brush. Not deep enough for a real kiss, but just enough to satisfy the dare and leave before the ground swallowed me while.

Apparently, he had other plans.

He didn't let me leave. Instead, he snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him with effortless strength. My back hit the wall, and he kissed me again. Harder this time. My skin buzzed as it came alive, like someone had plugged me into a socket and I was reacting to it.

A low moan bubbled at the base of my throat, but whether or not he'd heard it, I didn't care. On instinct, I grabbed a fistful of hair, just to ground myself from my knees giving way beneath me.

"Damn!" Cheers erupted behind me, and I just knew it was the group. Someone whistled, but they all collectively yelled. "Go Ava."

When we finally broke apart, I was breathless with my face red, but there was something else that buzzed underneath my skin. Triumph. He must have thought the same thing because he sent me a lazy smirk, before releasing me. He didn't say a word, and neither did I as I made my way back to the room.

I turned just to find Liam and Asher staring at me. Asher looked impressed, while Liam on the other hand, looked like he'd swallowed lime.

With a slight spring in my step, I made my way back to the cushion. Liam's eyes trailed my every move, but I ignored him, like I hadn't just kissed a random stranger like they did in the romance books I read. The game continued, but I barely noticed. Again and again, the bottle spun but I refrained from choosing dare again. Instead, I opted to picking truth and drinking when the options became more raunchier and nasty.

It didn't take too long for the effects of the alcohol to give in. My vision blurred at the side and dizzy spells gripped me by both sides. It was late, I could tell, but I also really needed to pee, and badly too. If I didn't do something about it, I could burst, and I knew that the lightheadedness I was feeling clearly didn't mean anything as opposed to being pressed.

My eyes scanned the crowd, and I scrunched up my nose at the state of the two people I'd come with. Asher has slumped on one of the bean bags, completely knocked out cold and Liam was right next to him.

Great.

I forced myself up in that moment, and as I weaved through the bodies that laughed and partied, all i wanted to do was find thr bathroom. My steps were uneven and my vision fuzzy. I was this close to come crashing down, when someone's hands wrapped around my arm from behind.

"Where are you headed, princess?" A voice slurred in my ears, and I recoiled immediately. He reeked of stale alcohol and something else. Something dangerous.

"Let me go." I tried to yank my hand away from him, but he was too fast. Too strong too.

He laughed, but it didn't last long. One minute he was grinning and sporting his cracked teeth, and the neck, someone's fist dug straight into his nose.

I blinked in surprise and the moment my hero came into the picture, I froze. It was him, that same guy I'd kissed a while back.

"Is he bothering you?" He turned to me immediately, like he hadn't just broken someone's nose.

" I don't know." My brain was jumbled. "I just..I need to pee."

"I'll help you." He tilted his head to the side, and I didn't miss the concern in his eyes. "Come.."

"No " even in my hazy state, my instincts screamed at how much of a bad idea it was. "I got it. Thank you."

He didn't push. All he did was watch me with those dark eyes as I stumbled away. I wasn't sure how I was able to do it, but somehow I found the bathroom.

I stripped myself of my jeans as quickly as possible. I'd barely managed to lock the door, but nothing mattered as much as the relief I got once I was done. It was a miracle how I didn't stain my pants, and just as I rinsed my face, the door behind mr swung open.

I caught sight of the guy I'd kissed from the mirror, and before I could turn to face him, and tell him off, he was already cutting the distance between us.

"I..." the words had barely slid past my lips before he cupped my face. His palm was warm against my cheeks as he kissed me, and I couldn't help but melt into his touch.

The kiss was slower this time, and much less of a dare. The kiss lasted for a few more seconds before he pulled back, just to gaze in my eyes.

With a rough voice, he let out slowly.

"We're going to finish what you started."

And just like that, the world tilted again, not from alcohol, but him.

Shit..

AVA

I couldn't believe my eyes, not with what had just happened. I had the evidence right in front of me, but it felt like a tiny part of me had chosen this exact moment to play a prank on me, or worse, mess with my emotions.

What the hell was going on? Or more importantly, what had I just gotten myself into?

I wanted to ask, but who was going to entertain my question? We were alone in the bathroom and even if someone were to stumble in here, the chances that they were wasted and clearly not in their right senses would be through the roof.

A shuffling sound reached my ears, and that was all it took to snap me out of my thoughts. I raised my eyes, and to my surprise, he was still there. The distance between us had reduced a bit, and my foggy mind just couldn't how she when he'd inched closer. Up close, he looked even more handsome than our first kiss. Call me crazy or whatever, but I could swear his lips were still swollen, and the fact that I had a hand in it made my stomach flutter.

He inched closer again, and this time, I didn't budge. His fingers grazed the side of my cheeks and it sent shivers down my spine. My breath hitched in my throat as he trailed the outline of my lips with his thumb. It lingered on my mouth, and for a moment, I had the urge to suck on it, or at least do something crazy.

What was wrong with me? It definitely had to be the alcohol.

His eyes met mine, and even though no words slid past his lips, I felt his eyes said it all.

"Ready?"

I nodded once, and before I could catch my breath, his lips had found mine again. My stomach churned as pleasure pooled in the pit of my belly. One would think that after kissing him twice I would get used to it. Instead, his kisses sent sparks down my spine. I arched my body in response and he deepened his hold on my lips.

A moan bubbled at the base of my throat as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. He nipped at it, like his very life depended on it. He tasted too much of whiskey and mint, with a hint of something else. Maybe it was that deadly combination that made it so intoxicating, but I was way past caring at this point.

I was too drunk to refuse, too drunk to stop myself from leaning into him. I was too drunk to not like the way his mouth moved on mine. It was slow, hot and addictive, and I wanted more. No, I needed it.

Every nerve in my body was alive, screaming at me to pull back, to stop , to think. But my fingers were already tangled in his dark hair. My body responded in ways I didn't expect, like it didn't care about consequences. Just pure sensation and pleasure.

I was still knee deep into it all, when I heard it. A click, the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door locking.

"We wouldn't want your brother interrupting now, would we?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. His voice was snug and intimate, and I shivered.

I froze, but I wasn't sure if it was how my body tingled thanks to his voice, or the possibility of what locking the door behind him meant.

He lifted me in one swift movement, before placing me on the sink like I weighed nothing. The porcelain was cold beneath my thighs, despite the jeans that hugged my legs, but his hands were warm. They were everywhere at once, coaxing , teasing, kneading and learning me like a map he planned on memorizing.

My heart pounded loudly against my ribs, no matter how hard I tried to stop it. I wasn't sure what was happening anymore. I didn't know what part of me was thinking, what part of me was drunk, and what part of me just wanted him.

He moved like he knew what he was doing, like he knew exactly how to unravel me, and it turned me on all the more.

"You've never done this before,have you?"his breath fanned my cheek, while his fingers brushed the hem of my top.

I shook my head slowly, and a cheeky grin made its way to my face.

Without so much as another word, he pulled open my zipper, before pulling down the rest of my pants. The air from the window nipped at my skin, and goosebumps formed instantly.

"You'll be so tight around me." His voice dropped to a low whisper. "I can almost feel it. Taste it even."

I didn't get a chance to react or speak, as his fingers trailed up my thighs. The movement was slow and deliberate and I squirmed on my makeshift seat. The more he inched closer, the more my breath hitched in my throat. Wetness pooled in between my thighs, and I could already smell my own arousal. He smirked as his fingers grazed my panty line.

Suddenly, the choice to wear a lacy set didn't sound too embarrassing. With so much dexterity he pulled it to the side, and shoved a finger inside me. I moaned out loud as pleasure burst through me. My vision blurred, and it didn't help that he was still going. He moved his finger in a circular motion, like he was exploring my insides. His grin widened, and I could tell he enjoyed seeing me that way. He enjoyed the fact that I was at his mercy.

"Do you like that?" He growled in my ear. He nipped at me earlobe, and I shamelessly offered my neck to him. "Fuck, you're so tight. Do you think we can slip another finger in there?"

I didn't think, I just nodded, and another wave of ecstasy pulsed through my body. Stars clouded my vision, and my stomach churned in excitement. Beads of sweat lined my forehead, and my fingers dug into the sink beneath me. I writhed in pleasure with a hint of pain, sweet, sweet pain. I climbed higher and higher, the pleasure ladder, and just when I thought I'd gotten to the top, he pulled away from me.

I gasped, in equal parts shock and equal parts want. A whine hung on the tip of my tongue, but the intense stare he gave me was all it took to have me frozen in my spot.

Slowly, he reached for my hand. Sparks buzzed where our skin touched, but before I could make sense of it, he guided my hand to the fly of his pants. The moment my parents came in contact with the huge bulge he was hiding, my throat ran dry completely.

"Do you like this?" He wasn't referring to my hand on his cock, but everything in general. It was exhilarating, and even my body would betray me if I tried to say no. "Do you want me to stop?"

Even in a million years, I didn't see that question coming. Why would he want to stop?

"You have tears in your eyes." he responded, almost as if he could hear my thoughts. "If you don't like it, I can..."

"No." My response came out faster than I expected. A blush followed the action, but he didn't seem to mind. "I don't want you to stop."

"Why are you crying then?" His voice washed over me, and my cheeks heated up all the more. A part of me knew he already knew the answer, but he probably got turned on by seeing me flustered.

"I..." again, he didn't let me speak, because his hands came against my thigh. Gently, he pushed my legs wider, before pulling me closer towards him. I had no idea what he was about to do, but the moment his head dipped, I knew.

His lips found my entrance, and he licked at it. Once, twice. I writhed over the sink, but his hands held me firm. He lapped at my core like a man possessed, and my hands found their way into his hair. I tugged at it, and as he groaned against me, the vibrations sent me back to cloud nine and back.

"Argh." My moans shot past my lips and hit the roof, but he didn't relent. He sucked at my clit, and the fact that my own arousal hit me square in the nose did something to my insides. "Please.."

"Come for me, you little slut." Heaven knows I would have frowned had these words been used to me on a normal day. But this wasn't a regular day. It could easily be one of the best days of my life. "ride my mouth."

.

I wasn't sure what he meant, so I pushed myself deeper into his face. He groaned in response, so I took that as a sign that I'd done it right. We went on for what seemed like forever, until a tidal wave of pleasure hit me where I least expected it. I was barely done riding out the high of it all when he pulled me down from the sink.

I felt naked and tried to cover myself, but he wasn't having it. His hands found mine, before locking them behind me. He shoved me against the mirror, as he bent me over the sink. My heart raced, not in fear, but in anticipation of what was coming. I hadn't done this before, but it was safe to say I was excited.

The sound of a zipper unzipping reached my ears, and I snuck a peek behind me to see him doing away with his pants. The bulge I'd touched some moments back sprung forward to reveal a giant cock. It was the first one I'd seen, and shocked couldn't even begin to describe what I felt. His length throbbed violently and I didn't miss the veins that surrounded him.

"Ready, princess?" He whispered into my ear. His palm collided against the curve of my ass, and I shuddered. "It's going to hurt a little."

I nodded, just before pressing my eyes shut. He eased into me so easily and a groan pierced through the night. He rammed into me from behind over and over again. Pain bloomed in my centre, but it didn't last long. Pleasure replaced it in an instant and I found myself clutching the side of the sink.

My arousal filled the bathroom and the sound of skin slapping against skin drowned the music coming from the house. Beads of sweat lined my forehead, as he fisted my hair in his hands. He tugged my scalp towards him, just to place a sloppy kiss against my ear and the corner of my mouth.

"You feel so good!" His voice was strained. "You feel soo fucking good."

His other hand snaked around my body,just to find my nipple. He fondled my breasts like he owned them. My nipples were taut from his touch, but I craved more. I wanted more. His length stretched every inch of my walls and with each thrust, I could feel his cock hitting my lower belly.

Stars clouded my vision, and my body tingled with ecstasy. I was this close to bursting from pleasure and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"Do you want to come?" He whispered in my ears, and I nodded. "Tell me you want to come."

"I do." my voice was strained. "I want to come."

That did it. With a loud grunt he pushed into me than usual. The clapping sound grew louder and as we cried out, I felt him shoot his load into me.

My breaths came out jagged, but it didn't stop the smile that made its way to my lips. I pressed my eyes shut as I allowed what I'd just done to wash over me. I allowed myself a couple of minutes to myself, but even though I wasn't sure what came next, I definitely wasn't looking forward to the silence that had washed over the bathroom.

My eyes widened the moment I realized I wasn't the only one in the bathroom. Whatever happiness I felt earlier disappeared immediately. A pang filled my chest, and tears stung my eyes. Instead of letting them fall, I picked up what was left of my clothes and dignity. I made sure I was dressed, before heading out to the party again.

"Let's go Liam." I found both boys lounging in the corner. I didn't so much as wait for them to come around before heading to the car and driving us home.

A small part of me had thought that I would feel better by the time I woke up, but I really was mistaken. I'd made a stupid decision last night and it had cost me the one thing I managed to pride myself on. I didn't mean to sound rude, but right now, there literally wasn't a difference between me and the other girls at school.

As I prepared for the school day, I made a mental note to avoid Liam. It was going to be hard, but since I'd sworn to do so, I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it happened. He was the reason for all of this. If I hadn't gone to the party last night, then none of this would have happened. I was even more pissed that he was able to convince me to leave the house.

"Never again." I swore under my breath. "never again would I be influenced to do something as absurd as that"

"Hey, Ava." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Liam stood at the entrance to my room as he spoke, but I didn't dare cast him a glance. "Um, thanks for driving us back home last night. I was so wasted that I didn't...."

I didn't let him finish. I didn't need to. I stormed past him, and even as he called after me, I flatly ignored him. The ride to school was quiet since I was the only one, but I let it be. I didn't even have the zeal to carry on. As the clock ticked by, a part of me couldn't wait for the closing bell to chime.

Once I was done with the last class, then all of my dreams for the day would come true.

"Good afternoon, class." I'd barely settled into chemistry class, my favorite, when the teacher walked in. "Today, we have a new student joining us. Please come in."

I raised my head from my notebook, and the moment I did, I wish I hadn't. Just standing in front of the bathroom, was him. The guy from last night.

Oh no.