Colten's POV.

I wish that I didn't agree to attend James's party tonight. All I want to do is trap myself in my room and reminisce about Nikki and I, pathetic I know.

The only upside to this decision is that there's free drinks. I'm planning on getting drunk...again. And maybe get my mind off of Nikki by finding someone to fuck.

The morning when I woke up from a night of drinking, I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would. Yeah, I had a pounding head ache, and yeah I threw up acid, but it could've been worse. I'm here now aren't I?

"Colten!" I turn my head to see James waving me over to the kitchen. Groaning I remove myself from the comfortable couch and walk over to him.

"What do you need now?" I ask and he smirks.

"I need you to set up the drinks. The guys with the kegs will be here soon," he tells me and points to his families Wine cellar, or really and alcohol celler. I roll my eyes and walk towards the door leading to the basement.

I pick out five different types of Whiskey, some Scotch, and then some Vodka. I walk back up stairs and set the drinks on the granite counter top.

"People will be here soon," Jackson says when he walks into the kitchen. Jackson and I have slowly been returning to the way we once were. I think it has to do with not being with his sister, but whatever.

"Nice," I nod and step out of the kitchen and back to the living room. They've transformed the living room into a dance floor, the DJ is setting up his stuff on a small platform and there's a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. There's a speaker in every corner and strobe lights in front of the DJ's platform. James did a pretty good job.

"You think it looks okay?" James asks and stands next to me.

"Yeah," I respond simply.

Five shots, and three beers later, I'm having a great time.

I'm leaning against the counter, my arm around a good looking brunette. How could things get any better?

Spoke to soon.

The room seems to go silent as Nikki walks in, in a skin tight Navy, blue dress. She is definitely going to be the death of me.

Brittni is standing next to her, but I don't pay any attention, all I can focus on is Nikki. I wonder if her boyfriend is coming.

"Want to dance?" The brunette asks in a soft tone. I look down into her brown eyes and wish they were Nikki's.

"Sure," I answer. I definitely need to get laid tonight. If Nikki is going to be here then I'm going to need it.

I finish off the rest of my third beer and let the small brunette lead me through the crowd.

The girl, that I don't care for enough to learn her name, smirks at me and turns sound so her back is to my chest.

The song How Many Times by Chris Brown is currently playing, as the girl grinds her ass against me. I place my hands up in the air and start to move my pelvis to match her beat.

I only get slightly aroused, no girl will ever turn me on as much as Nikki does. I feel nauseous when thinking about this girl touching me, but I need this. If Nikki won't do it, I'll have somebody else.

This is all Nikki's fault, if I wasn't so in love with her, I would be able to fuck this girl with no problem. But since I am in love with her, I can barely think about touching her in that way. No one will ever compare to Nikki, she's everything to me.

The girl keeps grinding against me, and by this time a small crowd has formed around us. The girl goes down on me and I feel nauseous again.

"Let's go upstairs," I whisper to her. Maybe once I see her body I'll be able to forget about Nikki and enjoy what will happen up there.

The girl finally nods and I grab her hand and lead her upstairs. I hear some wolf whistles and 'go Colten's' as I jog up the stairs.

Let's get laid, Mathews.

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I pull my shirt over my head and run my fingers through my hair. I tie my Vans and look at the girl that I learned is named, Melissa.

"I'll see you around," I say to the girl and watch her face fall before I open the door and close it behind me.

I truthfully don't care if she's upset or if she thinks I'm an asshole for leaving her. All I wanted was a one night stand and I got it now bye bye, Melissa.

If I'm being completed honest, she was okay at giving blow jobs, and a decent fuck, but I'll never do it again. She wasn't even tight. Not tight like, Nikki. That's for sure.

I walk down the stairs and straighten out my shirt before entering the kitchen where James, Dustin, Jackson, and Brittni are.

"Where were you?" Jackson asks, with his arms wrapped around Brittni's shoulders from behind.

"Upstairs," I answer and take a sip of Vodka. It burns, but I welcome it.

"With who?" James asks with a smirk. What is he getting at?

"Her name was Melissa," I tell them and watch as James's smirk falls.

"Oh," he says and takes a sip out of his red solo cup.

"Who'd you think it was?"

"Don't he mad," he looks at me before continuing. "But we though you were with Nikki."

"What! Why would I be with Nikki?" I ask in a haste. I don't see what about, 'Nikki doesn't want me' they don't understand.

"Well, we haven't seen Nikki for a while, and we didn't see you for a while, so we pieced the puzzle together," Brittni shrugs.

I only wish they were right. One things for sure though, I wouldn't have been down this soon if I was with her.

"Nah, I don't know where she is," I answer honestly. I haven't seen her since she walked in, you'd think she'd be with Brittni and her brother. Unless Fucking Trevor is here. The thought alone makes me clench my jaw in anger.

"That's a bummer," Brittni shrugs and takes another drink out of her cup.

I shake my head and walk away. I can't stand being around the people that are closest to her.

I walk through the crowd of sweaty bodies and make it out to the front yard. The cold air cools me down and I feel way better.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before turning on my heel to the right. I accidentally run into somebody, not being able to see any fucking thing out here.

"Sorry," I apologize and look down at the girl. Her brown eyes seem to sparkle and I know for sure that those eyes belong to none other than Nikki Long.

"It's okay," she dismisses and starts walking away. Don't let her go, prove to her that you can be worthy. I groan and wrap my large hand around her small forearm, pulling her back to me.

"Don't leave," I plead and she looks at me. The moment is intense, so intense that it almost brings me to my knees, almost.

"Don't start with that shit." Her eyes turn a dark brown with anger. I don't know how many times I've told her not to leave, but I don't want her to.

"Start with what?" I ask and take a step closer to her.

"The whole, 'please don't leave me, I need you,' shit. It worked on me before, but not anymore." Her voice is so confident it sends a shiver through my body.

I wish I could think of other words to express to her how much I really need her. She's my rock and keeps me grounded. Only her. Just because she doesn't need me doesn't mean I don't need her. I know that's what she thinks because of all the times I've left her, and of all the shit I've said in the past.

"You don't believe me?" I questions, eyebrows furrowed. I'm hurt that she doesn't believe me, but I can't say I blame her.

"Oh please, Colten. We both know that after we sleep together you'll leave and say shit you supposedly don't mean to me. I'm sick of being in this stupid cycle! It's been the same thing for the past two years, you need me, then you don't, then you do, then you don't. Well, which is it?" She places her hands on her hips and glares at me.

I honestly didn't expect her to blow up on me like that. I know it's been the same cycle, we keep going in circles and as irritating as it is, I wouldn't have it any other way. Sometimes she just gets on my nerves so much I say shit I don't mean and regret it afterwards. She forgives me and I do the same thing again.

"I don't know," I sigh defeated.

"That's what I thought. You feed me all this bullshit about wanting and needing me, but in reality you don't give a fuck about me. I've been patient, so patient with you, and you haven't given me one reason why I should believe you and forgive you," she explains and I completely understand. I'm always on different mood lengths. One minute I'm happy and having fun, the next minute I'm wanting to punch someone in the face.

"I..." I'm interrupted by somebody calling her name.

"Nikki?" A guy comes walking up beside her, looking at me. Fucking Trevor. How'd I know he was going to be here? "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Nikki doesn't look away from me as she responds. "I ran into Colten and we were just talking."

"Oh," he answers, I can detect a hint of jealousy and I smirk. "Let's go inside, babe."

Babe? Oh hell no.

"You're back with him?" I point at the douche standing next to her. There's no way she's go back to him, right?

"Yes, but we were never broken up," she answers confidently and the dick actually smiles. Well, he's in for a rude awakening.

"Really? Because that's not what it looked like on Friday," I taunt and smirk. Her face goes pale and I mentally pat myself on the back.

"I don't know what your talking about, I was at Brittni's," she answers quickly, pleading for me not to tell her boyfriend.

"See, that's the funny thing, because you weren't just with Brittni."

"Colten," she warns, but I'm not backing down now. If I can't have her, no one can.

He's in for a very rude awakening.
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