CHAPTER 5- A party
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Sebastian pov
I slammed the door so hard the frame shook, not giving a single f**k about the noise. My boots tracked mud across the carpet as I stormed into the living room, already reaching for the pack of cigarettes in my pocket.
"Jesus, Seb," Jax muttered from the couch, barely glancing up from his phone. "Who died?"
"Some ginger-haired b***h," I growled, popping a cigarette between my lips and lighting it with a vicious flick of my lighter. The flame flared too high, scorching the tip, but I inhaled deep anyway, letting the burn settle in my chest where my anger was already smoldering. "f*****g ruined my whole goddamn morning."
Ethan poked his head out of his room, eyes red and curious. "What happened?"
I grabbed a beer from the fridge, twisted the cap off with my bare hand, and took a long pull before answering. "Was at the library. Maddy and I were... busy." I took another drag, exhaling smoke through my nose like a bull seeing red. "This little redheaded freshman comes out of nowhere. Just standing there, staring like a f*****g deer in headlights."
"So?" Jax shrugged. "Tell her to f**k off."
"I did!" I snapped, crushing the beer can in my fist and immediately reaching for another. "Told her to stay out of my way. But the little b***h had the nerve to talk back. Called me an asshole ." I laughed, but it came out harsh and bitter. "Her voice was shaking so hard I thought she'd piss herself, but she said it anyway. Stood her ground like she had any right to be there."
I lit a second cigarette off the first, both dangling from my fingers as I paced the living room. The nicotine wasn't touching this rage—the kind that coiled in my gut and made me want to put my fist through something.
"Who the hell does she think she is?" I muttered, more to myself than to them. "Barging in, interrupting my s**t, then acting like I'm the problem. f*****g ginger-haired b***h. I don't even know her name."
"Maybe you should find out," Ethan suggested with a stupid grin.
I shot him a look that could've curdled milk. "Why the f**k would I do that? So I can tell her to go to hell in person?"
"Or maybe you just like the chase," Jax said quietly, still not looking up.
I flipped him off, downed my second beer, and grabbed a third. "f**k both of you. I'm not chasing s**t. Especially not some uptight little prude who doesn't know her place."
But even as I said it, I could see her again—that flash of fire in her eyes, the way her chin lifted despite the fear. My jaw tightened, and I drank deeper, trying to drown the image in alcohol and smoke.
She'd ruined my moment. Ruined my mood. And now she was living rent-free in my head.
I was going to make her pay for that.
Jax finally looked up, brow furrowed. "Wait, why the hell were you f*****g in the library? We've got a whole ass apartment here. Beds, showers, actual privacy. What's wrong with somewhere comfortable?"
I lit a second cigarette off the first, both dangling from my fingers as I dropped onto the couch, legs sprawled. "I wasn't planning on f*****g anyone, dumbass. I was just chilling in the back corner, trying to get some peace and quiet. Don't even know how the f**k Maddy knew where I was, and honestly? I didn't care." I took a long drag, exhaling through my nose. "She just showed up, started running her hands up my thigh, whispering some s**t in my ear. Took the hint, obviously. Next thing I know, her panties are off and I'm balls deep in her pussy."
"Ten minutes," I continued, my jaw tightening as I remembered. "Ten f*****g minutes. I was in her for ten goddamn minutes before that ginger b***h walked in and ruined everything. Eyes wide, stuttering like a f*****g i***t, acting like I'm the one out of line." I laughed, harsh and cold. "And then she had the nerve to call me an asshole. Voice shaking, knees knocking, but she said it anyway. Stood there like she had any right."
I downed my second beer and grabbed a third, the alcohol doing nothing to cool the heat in my veins.
Olivia Pov
It was around 7 p.m. when I was already inside the dorm room, curled up on my bed and watching a show on my laptop.
The soft glow from the screen filled the quiet space as I tried to relax after the long day.
Naomi was somewhere in the room, but I wasn’t really paying attention until I felt her presence shift.
I glanced up slightly—and found her already looking at me.
She was sitting on her bed, watching me with a wide, almost mischievous grin like she had been planning something.
“Olivia…” she called out slowly.
I paused the show and raised a brow. “What?”
Her grin only grew as she leaned forward a little. “Come to a party with me tonight.”
I blinked, surprised by how casually she said it. “A party?
Naomi nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Just for a bit. It’ll be fun.”
I hesitated, turning my laptop slightly as if it could help me think. “I don’t really go to parties…”
She sighed dramatically, still smiling. “I know. That’s exactly why you should come.”
I looked at her for a moment, unsure if she was serious.
“A party?” I repeated again, slower this time.
Naomi nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Yes, Olivia. Just for a few hours. You don’t have to stay long.”
I hesitated, glancing back at my laptop as if it could save me from this conversation. “I don’t really think I fit in at things like that…”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “You don’t have to ‘fit in.’ You just have to show up.”
I frowned slightly. “What if I just stay here? I’m kind of tired anyway.”
Naomi stood up from her bed and walked over to mine, looking down at me with a knowing smile. “You’ve been in this room since you came back. Don’t tell me you moved all the way to Northcrest just to sit here and watch shows.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again.
She had a point.
Still, I wasn’t convinced. “I’ve never been to a party before…”
“That’s exactly why you should come,” she said immediately. “First times are always memorable.”
I looked away, chewing on my lip slightly as I thought about it. The idea made me nervous… but at the same time, a small part of me was curious.
Naomi noticed my silence and tilted her head. “Come on, Olivia. Just try it. If you hate it, we leave.”
I let out a small breath.
“…Okay,” I said quietly. “Just for a little while.”
Naomi’s face lit up instantly. “Good. You’re going.”
And just like that, I had agreed before I could talk myself out of it.
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