I lean against the kitchen counter and bring the beer bottle to my lips. My eyes scan over the crowd in the baseball house.

In the fall, baseball is our usual go to for Thursday nights. Apparently, everyone else is having the same idea tonight. The party is packed, LED lights light up the living room and kitchen. People are dancing, playing games, and some are already down for the count.

I glance down the line of girls in front of us and try to look pleasant.

Don't get me wrong, I love it, on occasion. Today is not the day that I love it. If anything it's pissing me off. The rest of the team is loving it. The batting of their eyelashes, the boobs in their face, and God knows what else is happening. Trey has an arm wrapped around some blonde girls shoulders and Braden has his tongue down some girls throat. Michael and Jeremy have disappeared to play beer pong.

"I found your girl," Robbie yells nudging me. I glare at him. I spot her tall stature over the crowd.

"She's not my girl," I yell back. Her blonde hair is curled as usual, with a good amount of makeup on and a skin tight dress showing off her long legs. She's hot and has a great rack on her but to be completely honest, lacks personality and is honestly a bitch. She also tries to get with Jeremy, who has a girlfriend and denies her every time but she is one persistent girl.

Tonight, I am not in the mood to hear. So when are we going to date or what is this?

"She is in fact your girl," he says shaking his head. I roll my eyes at him and take another sip of my beer. We have a clear view of the whole house party from here meaning it's the perfect chance to see any other girl.

Literally any other girl.

I spot the blonde from the cafeteria on a table as she swings her hips back forth. She's wearing a tight black skirt with this nicely fitted red top. She is smoking hot definitely my type. She bends down and I tap Robbie's shoulder as I get a nice view of her cleavage.

"Look at that blondie in the red top," I comment watching her as she extends her arm out. Robbie lowly whistles looking directly where I am looking. Her boobs are nicely complemented in that shirt as a girl grabs onto her arm. A tanned arm comes up from the crowd and the blonde pulls her up. I intake a breath as I see Carter.

That smile. It's sloppy and carefree. Something that makes her look even prettier if that's even possible. Instead of a sweatshirt a black lace top covers her perky tits and replacing the leggings a pair of jeans hugs her hips with a belly button piercing that shines in the light.

"Holy fuck, that brunette again," Robbie states. I shoot him a side glare but keep my eyes on her. Her long brown hair is curled in this sexy way and holy fucking shit is she hot. She's hot in a sweatshirt and leggings but in this she's hot hot.

"Carter Miller," I tell him watching as she too begins swinging her hips. Fuck her ass is nice. She's not even my usual type but I could not give less of a shit. There's something about her that draws me in and makes me want her. Want something. She looks away from her friend and flips her hair over her shoulder laughing. Her eyes dance across the crowd and settle on me. I smirk at her. Without missing a beat she winks at me.

Something about the look makes my jeans tighten as I watch her body swing to the music. The blonde tugs her away from looking at me as the two of them dance. The two are now not only dancing but singing the song.

"Why does that name sound familiar?" Robbie asks me his eyes too are trained on the two girls. I see another arm reaching up and watch as Carter takes it. Another tiny brunette is pulled onto the stage. Robbie's jaw drops from next to me as I release a laugh. Now she looks really familiar and I know she is on the cheerleading team. I honestly think the kid is a little starstruck. She wears a cropped black shirt paired with white ripped jeans showing off her abs I'm sure she got from cheer.

"Roommates with Rae Forbis," I tell him bringing the beer bottle to my lips. I pay no mind to Rae Forbis but watch as Carter most definitely gets low on the table. Rae and her stand back up singing each other the lyrics. The blonde has disappeared from the table leaving Rae and Carter on top of it.

"Holy fuck she's even fucking hotter in person," Robbie says making me look over at him. I laugh when I see his face. He looks like a fucking kid on Christmas. I don't blame him the two are probably two of the hottest chicks on campus.

"How do you even know what she looks like not in person?" I ask him. He shoots me a look as I hold my hands up.

"So I follow her on Instagram sue me. At least I made a move," Robbie fires back. I don't respond too busy gawking at Carter.

Her body rolls as she places her hands on her thighs. I know exactly what she is going to do as she grinds against Rae holding up her beer. I am not stupid to the fact that multiple guys in here are watching the two of them. I bring the beer bottle up to my lips and watch as her face breaks out into a huge grin as she throws her head back laughing.

"What are you two staring so hard at?" Jeremy asks sliding in next to me. I glance at him for a slip second but look back up to Carter. His gaze follows ours and he laughs, "Oh I see."

"Those two," Robbie shakes his head taking a sip from his own beer. I nod my head in agreement as I follow Carter's movements. She grabs onto a random a hand and I can't help but stand up straighter. I don't fucking know why but it makes me tight that she's with a random dude. Her smallness sucks because I fucking lose her in the crowd.

"Who has who?" Jeremy asks from next to me. I sigh finally looking at him. He has two beers in his hand making me snort.

"Oh I for fucking sure have Rae Forbis fuck that girl is sexy," Robbie comments shaking his head at just the thought of her. Jeremy cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Carter Miller? Really?" he asks nodding his head at me. He puts a beer down grabbing his phone from his back pocket. Why in the fuck does everyone know this girl? He types in his password and hands me his phone.

"The fuck are you showing me?" I ask him he doesn't say anything but takes a drink from his beer. Robbie looks over my shoulder at the phone and laughs. On the screen his snapchat is open and the top name on his list being Carter Miller. The red square tells me he hasn't opened it yet. I shove the phone back into his hand and shove him while he's laughing his cocky ass off.

"Man, fuck you."

"Chill, chill, she's in my STAT class and we are studying together," he says coming back on his feet. I roll my eyes at him and glance at a giggling Robbie. My friends are fucking assholes.

"Study partners? Damn, didn't think you had it in you, Jeremy," Robbie states clamping a hand onto his shoulder. He makes a face shrugging off his hand.

"Man, fuck no. You know I have a girlfriend and plus, that's all Asher," he says nudging me. I roll my eyes at him and drink from my beer.

"Fuck yeah I do," I mumble finishing off the rest of my beer. I glance back at the table. The girls are gone.

"I'm just surprised he likes her," Rob comments making me look at him. He's right my type is big boobed, blonde (fake or not), and over 5'5. She is none of those things but I can't seem to stop thinking about her.

"Me too, I would have thought Lacey was more your type," Jeremy comments putting the beers up to his chest. I flick him off with my free hand and drink from my beer again.

"Lacey? That's her other friends name? Isn't she talking to Michael Burke?" Robbie asks glancing behind him. Trey is coming full throttle ahead towards us with an annoyed look on his face.

"Yo fuck Braden that stupid fucking idiot," Trey matters shaking his head. He steals a beer from Jeremy, making his face drop. I laugh at his face but shut up real quick when Trey shoots me a glare.

"Dude the fuck?" he snaps at Trey as he chugs the rest of the beer. Trey shrugs his shoulders finishing it off before placing it onto the counter behind me. The only thing that I can think of is that Braden stole Trey's girl for the night and that never goes over well.

"Get a new one."

"The fuck did Braden do this time?" I ask as he sets the beer onto the counter behind me. Trey rolls his eyes wiping his mouth on his shirt.

"The fuck didn't he do. Him and his drama. Apparently he's all pissed this bitch brought Burke to this party not him," Trey blabs as I furrow my eyebrows at him. What the hell is going on about. "Whatever I need some entertainment."

"Well you missed one hell of a show," Robbie responds looking at the table. It's been taken over by a new group of girls and one guy. I look away just in time to see Kristen Davidson walking up to us. I do a double take and see the smirk cross her face.

Oh come the fuck on.

I turn back around. Trey's face has gone from annoyed to amused.

"Oh I think you have your next show of the night," Jeremy laughs from next to me. I move to take a step when pink painted finger nails are placed on my chest. I glance down and over at Kristen, who just grabbed my chest. The fake blonde hair and the fake tan is hard to miss.

Kristen lightly pushes me back and I have to resist my eye roll. She smirks up at me as I take a step back from her but she keeps her hand on my chest. I glance at her with a quirked eyebrow.

"Asher Fletcher," she smirks. Robbie snorts from next to me but covers it up by a cough. I shoot him a look but he just turns around. So much for my friends being any fucking help.

"Kristen Davidson." She takes a step forward with a smirk on her face. I use to fall for that smile but right about now I'm pretty fucking fed up by it.

"Did you miss me Asher?" she asks batting her fake lashes at me. I make a face at her that probably resembles someone who doesn't want to talk to said person.

"I don't think so."

"Oh but I know you want me," Kristen says sliding her hand down my chest. Her fake blonde hair and fake tan practically glows in the disco lights. I stop her hand from traveling and further and side step her.

"Listen, Kristen, not tonight," I tell her shrugging her off. She is the last person on my mind right now as my eyes wander to the table that was accompanied by Carter. Instead, two dudes have now taken over and are chugging beers.

"Not tonight?" Kristen asks stepping into my viewpoint. This chick really needs to take a fucking hint god damnit.

"Correct," I respond bluntly leaning against the counter again. She narrows her eyes at me before stomping her foot and walking away. Thank fuck. I sigh loudly shaking my head. I take a sip of beer and let my eyes search the party again.

"Well that was one way of letting a girl down easy," a smooth voice chimes in. I glance to the side and see the same eyes that have been bothering the hell out of me recently. I tilt my head at Carter with raised eyebrows. She's leaning against the counter holding a red solo cup in her small hand. I have good view of the girl now under the multicolored lights in her all black outfit.

"Oh and you speeding away in the lecture hall was letting me down easy?" I tease her. She rolls her pretty eyes at me as she turns away from the party and completely to me. I take in her body dragging my eyes up and down it. Her small waist, toned stomach, and the way the top holds in her small tits.

"I was not letting you down and I didn't know you wanted anything," she replies smoothly. She brings the cup to her lips as she too looks me over. The smirk on my face only deepens as I place an arm onto the counter my fingers close enough to feel her warmth.

"Well, I do."

"What exactly do you want?" she asks me raising her eyebrows at me. She places her finished cup onto the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. I try to resist the urge of looking at her boobs but it's hard not to when her shirt gives little coverage, only causing my pants to tighten even more.

"Not sure yet," I smirk at her. She eyes me curiously biting down on her lip. I flick my eyes down to her pink, plump, lips and wonder what the girl could do with them. Everything in me is telling me to take this girl home with me right now and not waste another second. But, I have a good feeling that she is definitely not like that.

"Hm, well when you know, you know where to find me," she states shrugging her shoulders. She takes a step away from the counter but I catch her arm before she has a chance to walk away. Goosebumps raise across her arm as she raises her eyebrows at me. A smirk covers my face as she tilts her head at me.

"I'm not done with you just yet, Carter," I tell her lightly tugging her to me. Her skin is cool against my warm hand and its a weird feeling. A feeling I don't plan on leaving me anytime soon.

"Who says?" she asks her eyes narrowing at me in a challenging way. Being so close to her I can spot the freckles that scatter across her face and see that she not wearing much makeup. Other than mascara covering her long lashes. I drop her arm to her side curling my hand around her bare waist.

"C'mon on now, Car," I tease her. Her lips quirk up at the nickname showing off her amazing smile. My face breaks out into a smile of its own. She is a stunning girl and her happiness just makes me want to be happy.

"Car? So we are on a nickname basis?" she states leaning back to look up at me. I chuckle at her as her hair falls down her back. She has this sexy look on her face and she shifts her footing.

"You can give me a cute nickname. How about something like babe?" I respond with a smirk. Her face breaks out in a smile her dimples coming out. Her smile brings a smile to my own face.

She lets out a snort, "Babe? How about Cupcake?"

"How about fuck no," I respond releasing a laugh.

"But the nickname is oh so fitting," she states as though it's a fact. She moves her hand from her side and up to my shoulder, leaning into me more. I take the opportunity to put my hadn't flat on her back pushing her to be flush against my chest. Her breathing changes and I can tell my the way her other hand grabs onto my bicep she is feeling the same way I have been feeling. The way she feels against my body makes my own breathing change and I watch her eyes look at my arm. In all honesty, I forgot what she even just said to me. Her scent intoxicating me.

"Enjoying yourself are we?" I ask her shooting her a wink of my own. She stares up at me with her big hazel eyes and glares at me annoyed. Does this girl ever stop glaring at me? No matter how hot it is.

"I should be asking you that question, you were staring at me on the table after all," she states not removing her hand from my arm. A part of me is glad she is so close to me and I am hyperaware of the fact her boobs are pressed against me. So much so I can feel her nipples through my thin tee shirt. Only making me want to take her back to the house right the fuck now.

"I absolutely like what I see," I say leaning down to her ear. She shivers a little and I can feel the goosebumps raise across her body. I plant one hand back on her waist and use the other to loop a finger through her belt loop. Her chest is rising and falling and I can tell by the way her body is reacting she loves every minute of this. The tightening in my jeans only proves that I love this just as much as she does.

She hums lowly nodding her head at me. This time she catches me by surprise and wraps her tiny little arms around my neck pulling me down. I can tell she's on her tippy toes her breath against my ear and I tighten my grip on her waist. Her body is so close to me I can smell the coconuts and sunscreen radiating off her. How the fuck does she smell so good? I lose my train of thought when she drags a painted finger nail down my chest.

I am about to grab her face to kiss her but she is too quick, "Nice try."

My jaw slacks as she shimmies her tiny body away from me leaving me with a hard on and a fucking dumbass look on my face. She disappears into the crowd and from the cackling that is heard next to me, I know my friends are fucking loving this. Robbie is hunched over holding his chest laughing like this shit is the fucking funniest thing he's ever seen.

"Holy fuck, why did no one take a video of that shit?" Trey wheezes throwing his head back. Gregor is leaning against the wall a beer bottle to his lips and a shit eating grin on his face. I snatch the bottle of beer from him and shove Robbie, hard. He stumbles bumping into Trey as the two of them continue laughing.

"You all can suck my dick," I say directing the beer bottle in their direction. Trey and Robbie are now leaning on each other laughing while Gregor is grumbling to himself about how it's always his beer. I bring the beer to my lips frustrated with how that just fucking went. Carter Miller is a fucking feisty, annoying, sexy, brat. I don't know why I can't think of fucking anyone else to have their lips wrapped around my dick right now but I need a fucking distraction.

I catch Kristen's taller stature and finish off my beer. I shove the empty bottle into Robbie's hand, still sobering up from his asshole laughing fit. Prick. Robbie glances at Kristen and rolls his eyes but says nothing. I make my way over to her and she glares at me with her icey eyes. I try to ignore the fact that she doesn't look as hot as I remember her being.

"Back so soon, Asher?" she asks fluttering her eyelashes. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and instead grab her arm. She winks at her friends but I ignore her. This will help. This will get rid of this weird and unexplainable feeling away from me. Kristen has now gripped my arm her hand is warm and clammy compared to Carter's. I shake my head from the thought and let the people disperse for us to get through. I take a glance to my right and just like that I don't even want to be fucking touching Kristen. Those hazel eyes meet mine with a smug ass grin as if she knew. As if I'm doing exactly what she wanted to do. I look away from her and continue out the baseball house.

But something about those eyes, just won't leave my mind.