High school reunion. I've never really appreciated those things. I've been to this thing five years ago and honestly it lead to things in my life turning for the worst.
Honestly I don't even know why going back.

I wringle out my black jumpsuit and walk into the building I once hated with a passion. I never liked high school. I only enjoyed it when I was with my best friend, at least back when she was a friend.

I head down the halls and find my way to the school gym hall full of old classmates and decorations and booze.
I sniff and smell....marijuana?

Yep, definitely marijuana. Clearly some people haven't changed one bit.

"Harley!" A high pitched voice squeaks from the middle of the dance floor. I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Bethany." I put on a fake smile and she makes her way towards me.
She's glowing. Her blonde hair held down in curles. Her smile lightening the room. She's dressed in a cute sundress that reveals her perfectly round pregnant belly.

"Oh my gosh Beth! Look at you! You look so..." Huge. "Good!"

She smiles taking in the gloat. "Oh please Harley. I know, tell me something I don't know." She boasts and I mentally roll my eyes.

See this is why I hated high school. To avoid drama, you always had to be fake. You always had to act kind even to the bitchiest, even when all you wanted to do was rip their throats out.

"So, any kids? Mark and I are actually on our third." She rubs her belly. "After this, I'm getting my tubes tied. No more!" She laughs and I let out a forced laugh.

"Uhm, no, actually. Quite busy with work and all." I admit truthfully.

"Oh, well what a sad life you've got." She remarks and it takes everything in me not to mop the floor with her. "Well, do you at least have some one. Because I don't see anyone with you, nor do I see a ring." She lifts one eyebrow but smirks at the same time.

"Uhm, yes actually. He's working. On a business trip in Singapore." I lie. I'm as single as the day I was born.

"Really?" She gives me an interrogative look.

"Bethany, shouldn't you be making sure that Mark doesn't make another baby with someone better intead of standing here?" I lift one eyebrow and she gasps. She flips her blonde hair and picks up her huge belly and walks away as fast as her pregnant belly can allow her.

The sight makes me snort.

"Hurley Snort." A deep voice of which is all too familiar. I sigh as I roll my eyes in irritation and turn around.

"Wow, by now I would've thought that you would've been as big as an elephant with at least three kids." Valentino remarks.

"Oh Valentine, and I would've that you'd have a beer belly with a pathetic attempt at a stubble." I sneer.

He smirks and looks me up and down.
In this time, I take the time to examine him.
He honestly looks way hotter than I last saw. I might hate the guy but no one can deny that Valentino is handsome. His green eyes are like none another and his smile, god his smile. His looks are to die for, but I would never let him know because he's an egotistical idiot that looks down on everyone.

"Is it me but you seem to have gotten skinnier if that was even possible." He smirks and I glare at him.

"And is me but your head got bigger with your ever so growing ego." My voice laced with sarcasm.

He chuckles and I roll my eyes.
I turn around and head down to the baffet. I look down and the food and sigh. It's not the best but it's something and I'm bored and need to occupy myself with something at this boring ass thing.

I grab a plate and start dishing for myself.
I start dishing one of each type of cuisine.
"Might wanna watch those calories Harls." I roll my eyes.

"Lauren." I turn to my ex-best friend with a fake my smile.

"Harley. I see your still caught up on other people's men." She snarls and I scoff.

"What? I wasn't busy with anyone's man. And for the record, Gregg came onto me. I didn't return any of his gestures or moves." I give her a sardonic smile.

"I beg to differ." She scoffs and folds her arms over her chest. I look at her and that's when I notice her growing belly.
My heart breaks a little that she didn't bother to tell me although we're not exactly on the best terms.

"You're pregnant?" I sound more surprised than I intended to sound.

"Whether I'm pregnant or not has nothing to do with you." She turns and leaves, heading to Bethany and her mean girl group.

I sigh. Food isn't going to work. I take my full plate and head to the bar and get myself a cranberry vodka and head to an open table in the corner.

Why'd I even come here? There's nothing waiting for me here. I sigh sadly as I plop a full fork of lasagna. Who even has lasagna at a party?

And so that's what I do. I eat and eat and drink and drink until I'm practically sloshed.

"Terrible party?" Valentino comes sitting next to me.

"Something like that." My words slurr off my tongue.

"You're drunk?" He sounds surprised. I turn to look at him with a Cheshire cat smile.

"Why are you asking such stupid questions. Of course I'm drunk." Okay I'm definitely sloshed.

Valentino chuckles.

"You're pretty." I lean into him and touch his perfect stubble. "And you're muscular." I move my hand down to his hard chest then to his well toned arms.

"Okay, you're definitely sloshed." He says and I lay my head on the table.

I close my heavy eyes and I listen to my breathing.
My favorite throwback, Diva by Beyoncé blasts through the speakers making my body jolt up.

"What's wrong?" Valentino asks sounding a little concerned.

"This is my song!" I get up and move to the dance floor.

"I'm a-a diva. I'm a, I'm a-a diva." I sing out loud as I dance to the beat.
"Stop the track, let me state facts!"
I sway my hips to the beat and let the music move my body.

As I dance I feel large hands wrap around my hips.
"What do you say that we get out of her?" His voice deep and hypnotic.

I nod my head vigorously without even thinking. Without looking at him, I grab his hand from my hip and lead us out of the building to his car. We enter the in the backseat as there's already a driver.

Without a word, Valentino pulls me to him and claims my lips with his.
He kisses me with so much intensity and neediness.

Then he moves his lips from mine and starts kisses, sucking and biting on the soft skin on my neck, no doubt leaving hickies.

Next thing I know, we're leaving the car holding hands as he leads me up to his hotel room.
Immediately when we get to his room, the assault on my lips and neck continues.
Then all our clothes come flying and ripping off.

I don't even know what's being ripped. But what I know is that I need him, even though I hate him, I need him and he needs me.

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Bright, bright light.
Crap my head hurts! Scratch that, my whole body hurts!

An inhuman sound echoes through the room and that's when I realise it's coming from me.

I sit up and take in my surroundings. I seem to be in a hotel room but the room seems all too familiar.

I look down at my naked body.
Naked body?

"Room servi-" The room service woman comes into the room making me scream as I attempt to hide my naked body with the sheets.

Then the manager comes. "What is going on-"

"Jacob?"

Oh shit! This is my hotel.