So here we all were. Me, Brooke, Jason, and oh yeah...my first period English teacher whose semen I've just so happened to have swallowed before.

God no, why am I thinking about that right now?

Because you're you...

"Hello to you too," Alex says with a small chuckle. He then looks up at the 2 idiots standing behind me. "She's drunk?" he asks them as if I'm not standing right in front of him.

I assume they both are nodding their heads with stupid smiles because I don't hear them say anything. I'm not engaged enough to turn around. All I'm focused on is him.

"I'm not—" I stop to let out a laugh. "I'm not drunk, alright, I'm not." I try to stand up straight and awkwardly put my hands on my hips to make myself look more sober. It was a failed attempt obviously.

"Is that right?" he chuckles in return. I immediately stumble over nothing again. How do drunk girls always manage to trip even when standing still? "What was it this time? tequila?" he mocks as he catches me once more.

"Hey, hey, hey hands off, mister," I immediately push him off of me as soon as his hands make contact with my skin. I put my hands next to my mouth to whisper something in his ear. "That's for later," I say with a little wink.

"I think—"

"No let me tell you what I think, mister perfect hair," I interrupted him as I flick the little strand of his hair that's falling over his forehead. It's probably not the wises decision to call my brother's boss flirty nicknames right in front of him. But I'm too drunk to notice, and for my sake, I hope he is as well. "I think you should do some shots with us." I start snapping my fingers. "Brooke dear, another round please," I directed her.

Obviously I couldn't care less about what professor brown eyes had to say. I could tell that Brooke had the slight urge to protest, but nonetheless..."Ah, what the hell," Brooke nonchalantly says back with a shoulder shrug and Jason and I high five at the new round of shots.

"Actually," Alex starts by grabbing my arm and slightly pulling me off to the side away from my drunk friend and brother. "I need to talk to you about something...in my office...alone," he slowly says, making sure my intoxicated self could understand.

I shrug my shoulders. "Sure!" I say a little bit too ecstatically. "I mean...sure, whatever--"

"Alexanderrrr!" someone screeches out his name. The same blonde headed, big boobed women from his office that one time. She wastes no time to come up and wrap her wraps around him and ruffle his hair like he's some kind of dog.

Who the hell—

"Sandy," Alex reacts, his voice laced with confusion and a slight hint of 'oh fuck'. Who the fuck still has the name Sandy?

Go back to Danny Zuko, honey.

"Alex, weren't you gonna introduce me to your little friends? Sandy pouts at him. I hear Brooke groan from behind me, and I can only assume that Sandy and her are already well acquainted.

"Hi, Sandy," Brooke says with almost no emotion at all except for a sliver of annoyance. Sandy purses her lips as she looks past me at Brooke.

"Brooke," is all Sandy responds with. Knowing Brooke well enough, she's probably looking at her with some sarcastic half-assed smile. Sandy's eyes finally land on mine, but I've already been staring at her this entire time with a look of drunken resentment.

"And who is this?" she questions Alex. She pushes her head forward and intensifies her gaze on me as if she's examining my every little detail. What the fuck is her problem?

"Holy shit," she says with a little giggle. "You guys look so much alike..."

Her choice of words immediately causes my muscles to stiffen. Not as if I wasn't already frozen solid from the minute ms. botox joined the party.

"What—"

"Elizabeth I—"

"What the fuck is she talking about?" I don't even give him a chance to finish his words. I was too confused. I was too...drunk.

"Oh dear, it seems I said something that I shouldn't have," big boobs jumped in and I immediately looked over at her and glared.

"And who the fuck are you anyways with your fake acrylics and your fake boobs, and your fake ass. I mean, is there not one part of your body that isn't plastic!"

"Elizabeth, that's enough!" I realize that I raised my voice too loud, and I'm sure Jason and Brooke are staring at Alex and I am confused about why the hell Alex is using my full first name. And why the hell am I acting this way? But at that moment,that was the last thing on my mind. without another word or thought, I storm off. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to get out of there. This place was a jungle already. It was Halloween night and the place was packed full of drunken bachelors and gold diggers.

By the time I get there, I don't even notice that I've gone to the only place I know in this club. Alexander's office. I immediately plop down into his big office chair that's behind his desk. man it's comfy. I've always wondered what it felt like.

The room was slightly spinning, though I didn't know if it was from the frenzy of tequila shots or the anger. I stare at the long wooden desk displayed before me. It was neatly organized of course. Papers stacked accordingly, computer sleek and shiny, and every single pencil in the holder matches. I couldn't even imagine anything of Alex's being messy. he's way too anal for that.

No wonder there's always been a reason why I hate halloween. Bad shit always seems to happen to me.

I cover my face with my hands and sign into them harshly. charlie...

Charlie was coming to visit?

and sandy

oh sandy ms fake tits, why did she say that? Holy shit, you guys look just alike...

I hear his office door open and my eyes quickly shoot up. it was Alexander, obviously. I knew he would follow me here. In fact, I was counting on it.

"you're probably very confused right now," he starts off slowly by saying after a moment of silence. I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him with daggers.

yeah no shit.

I Scoff and look to the side. "I'm sorry, I didn't know Sandy was going to be here tonight, if I did then—"

"if you did what? you wouldn't have let me come to the party? or maybe you would've not let Marty let me in. Is that why he's always being so cold towards me? Did you tell Marty not to let me in?!

"no, Elizabeth, I did not tell Marty to not let you in, Marty's just...like that."

I shoot up from his chair arms flailing in drunken haze while I spout out everything that I've been wanting to say for a while now.

"you're so secretive, Alex! I don't know anything about you. I mean, you practically know everything about me...hell i might as well give you my social security number at this point! It's—"

"No, there's no need for that, Elizabeth," Mr. Williams is quick to cut me off before I expose my personal information. but i wasn't finished. I was far from it.

"Fine, I won't tell you. You don't deserve to know! Yeah, in fact from now on, I will not be disclosing any more details about myself until you fess. up. mister—" i say the last part with three pokes to his chest. He doesn't do anything in response to that or my ranting. In fact, he just stares down at me half smirking. this mother fucker is enjoying this.

"Come on, huh, give me the juice. Any siblings, any secret piercings, what was your third grade teacher's name?"

i finally finish once i realize how stupid i sound, and also once i realize that he's now looking at me with a different look beside pure amusement.

pure lust...

"Okay, now why are you looking at me like that?" I say to him as I pop out my hip. "i swear you must be bipolar or somethi—"

his lips crashed down onto mine before I could get out the rest. The kiss didn't start off slow, or gentle. it was rough—needy. He wasted no time to dart his tongue into my mouth and taste all of me. his hand gripped onto my hair and his other on my waist and he shoves me back onto his bookcase. i let out a giggle at the way these stupid costume angel wings flop around, and i move to remove them, but he stops me.

"Keep them on," he commands, his pink swollen lips detaching from my own. my chest heaves as i breath heavily. He has that look in his eye. that mad hiii us look that tells me exactly when he's about to let everything go and just focus on what's in front of him.

he kisses me once more before trailing his kisses all the way down my body. his hands explore me, my waist, hips, thighs—I was lost in the feeling. He makes it to his knees, his calloused palms tingling my skin as he hikes up the silk hemming of my dress.

"God, Elizabeth, I need to taste you," he groaned between the kisses he's now planting on my inner thighs. His words are enough to make me intuitively press my thighs together. but he just as quickly spreads them open again.

I don't know what it is about alcohol. but the feeling of his hands and mouth on me is multiplied by a thousand right now.

"Please," I accidentally let slip out. I've never been one who likes receiving head from others. mostly because it doesn't feel like much of anything. But right now, I want nothing more than to have this man pleasure me in every way that I know he can.

Alex wastes no time answering my plea. He pulls my panties to the side and his tongue immediately knows what to do. his tongue laps my clit, the tip circling it before flattening out his tongue and licking all the way to my entrance. my legs were already shaking, but he just grabbed onto my thighs harder as his tongue made its way inside me. He was ravenous, acting as if this is the best thing he's ever tasted.

he comes up for air, and looks up at me. "you're fucking delicious, angel," he smirks up at me from between my thighs. I look down at him and my fingers tremble as they make their way into his hair. I don't respond to him, I just shove his head back down. He doesn't seem to mind my eagerness, seeing as he seems to be just as eager as I am—if not more.

his fingers now work with his tongue. He plunges one inside me, then a second one as his tongue goes to town on every single sensitive area he could please. i scream out once his fingers make contact with my gspot, and he must like my reaction because he just goes harder and harder. I bite down on my lip hard, masking my moans. but as soon as i do he stops.

"don't." he sternly says. "I wanna hear just how much of a little whore you are for me." he shoves his fingers in deep as he holds eye contact with me and I whimper. he grins. "thats fucking right. good girl."

he goes back down getting back to work, but at this point. I could barely even hold myself up.

"A-Alex, please," I begged. I wasn't exactly sure why I was begging. for release? for more?

I was begging for anything from him. my body was aching from his every touch. From the first moment I saw him, he sparked something unknown inside me. I've never known what it was. I still don't. but I know right now, I would let him do anything he wanted to be without a second thought.

and deep down i knew that scared me.

his fingers go faster as his tongue works. I moan and whimper, projecting out every ounce of pleasure like I know he wants me to. The club music surely has to be loud enough to drown it out. but even if not, at this very moment I couldn't care less.

he pushes his finger deep inside me, causing my legs to almost buckle at the overwhelming sensation his other hand roughly grips onto my waist as he comes up to face me again all while his fingers continue to pump in and out of me. his body pulls flush against my own, our mouths breathe into each other as he swallows every single one of my moans.

"somesome seems to enjoy being finger fucked by her teacher," the cheeky basterd says with a smirk. i gasp into his mouth mouth as he curls his fingers and attaches his lips again to the sensitive spot below my neck. my fingers grip onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his back and teeth digging into my bottom lip.

"f-fuck you," i spit back at him through quivering lips before moaning aloud again.

his mouth detached from my neck and instead moved to my ear where he bits down on my ear lobe. his chest vibrated against me as he exhaled slowly and deeply into my ear, shooting electrical chills straight down to my pussy.

"There's my little devil," he growls.

I throw my head back with a scream as he thrusts his fingers into me like he's giving me everything he has. my mind was off. blank. it's as if i wasn't there at all. just my body was, and my nerves, and every single part of me that could possibly feel pleasure.

"A-Alex—please, please let—let me cum, please," I screamed. I couldn't hear myself speak. and if i could, I wouldn't believe myself. me. Eli Parks begging a man to bring her pleasure. but i am. and there's nothing I want more than to release myself all over his fingers.

"Oh, angel," he whispers into my ear. "your little pussy wants release so bad, doesn't it, god, i can feel you tightening around my fingers." his voice sounded just as desperate as mine did. "I need you to tell me something, Elizabeth," he says, his voice low, harsh but serious.

My voice was frigid and shaky as I tried to respond. "w-w-fuck, Alex, w-what."

his lips kissed my jaw once, then my cheek trialing all the way to my lips capturing them with force. our tongues swirled around as we tasted each other, but he just as quickly pulled his lips away from mine and his forehead fell against my own.

"Do you...trust me, Elizabeth?" his question comes out slowly. my breath stops, my body freezes. his fingers continue to move inside me as his other hand moves to cup the side of my face, his fingers brushing away a few strands of hair. his forehead peels away from mine, and i finally look up at him, eyes glossy and lips trembling. His hair was messy, face flushed, mouth agape. His words ring through my head. words that i've heard before. a question i've been asked before.

I don't like it. No, I don't like that question. I don't like it.

"s-stop," my mind manges to find a word. his fingers immediately freeze, and as soon as they do i remove him from inside me and push him away.

Why would he ask me that question? Why does it matter? it doesn't matter, no it shouldn't.

"What? what's wrong?" Alexander stood in front of me perplexed at my sudden mood change. I stare at him, my back glued to the bookshelf and eyes wide.

I know you guys are probably confused. no. not confused. ducking annoyed. if i could explain it to you...i would. but i don't think i ever will be able to. but things weren't supposed to go this way. I was supposed to stay away from things like this.

I don't know when I managed to unglue my back from the bookshelf or when I left his office. but i was somehow back in the vibrant crowd at temptations bar & club. all i knew is that i had to find stefy and get the hell out of here. I can't just leave her here by herself, I'm the one who brought her. I finally manage to make my way to the bar where I find Brooke yelling at two girls with cat ears on.

"Look, I don't care who fucked who, ladies, one of you still need to pay for the goddam drinks!" Brooke screams.

"Brooke, have you seen stefy?" I interrupt her yelling to ask her.

"uh, I have no idea. the last time i saw her she was dry humping some guy that looked like rdj without the glasses."

I groan in frustration and turn off back into the crowd without saying or asking anything else. I need to get out of this suffocating building. my skin was crawling. I could feel the feeling of panic rise with every passing second.

I check for her everywhere on the dance floor, then by the stairs, then by the couches and booths where there's an assortment of people making out or passing around pipes. I pushed my way through the crowd once more to check the only other places in the club.

I checked in the first bathroom of the club. there were four in total and they were all unisex. I wonder why. "Stefy," I called out as I opened the second bathroom door.

I imminently grimace at the sight on the other side of the door. "occupied." The guy leaning against the bathroom sink smirks at me whilst a girl with pink hair bobs her head on her knees in front of him.

"oh jesus christ," I murmured under my breath in disgust as i quickly shut the door. I go for the next bathroom door, which is locked. thank god whoever is in there actually decided to have some decency.

Last to check was the final bathroom, and if she's not in here, I'm only left to assume she left to go bang the knock off rdj guy in the backseat of his car.

my prediction wasn't too far off

because when i finally opened the last door...

"ohmygod," I spit out as I quickly averted my eyes from the scene. a scene that i don't even want to describe to you guys, but i think you can guess

stefy and jason

jason and stefy

having sex on a sink in a bar owned by our first period english teacher on halloween night.

They don't notice me luckily, and I waste no time turning on my heel and running away from what I just saw.

that was something i did not need to see today, el

yeah me and you both.

i rush quickly towards the exit through the dancing feins, my vision going blurry. I hear someone call my name from my right, but i don't look. "Elizabeth, wait!" some then calls from my left.

no no no

don't stop, eli, just get the hell out of here!

I see the red curtain in my line of vision through the crowd that leads to my escape. I push past people, my angel wings fumbling through them as I do whilst tears now start to stream down my face. oh god, emotions, now is not the time!

"hey, eli, wait," someone says as they grab my arm but I quickly tear myself out of their grip.

"no, no just leave me alone!" I was panicking. This is what I didn't want to happen. i need to get of here, i need to get out of here, i need to get out—

"Eli, hey, are you okay?" I blink my eyes rapidly, trying to focus on who's in front of me. I looked up at her.

brooke.

"i—" i try to speak to her, to tell her i'm okay or to tell her to leave me alone. but I can't seem to form any words. She looks down at me with a look of concern that makes me want to curl up into a little ball and let the earth swallow me whole, then she looks around at the crowd.

"Come on," she tells me as she grabs my arm again and leads me out of Temptations.