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She sticks her tongue out at me as we make our way up the stairs and into the house, thankfully without getting groped the whole way there.

             
I quickly find a lot of people dancing to ‘Go DJ’ by Lil Wayne that I recognize so we all start mingling.

             
After a few hours I have had way too many rum and cokes and have started slurring my speech.

             
Magda has been getting mauled by some junior I don’t know. She apparently did because she disappeared with him pretty quickly.

             
I am currently sitting on the counter next to Mark who makes the best drinks ever.

             
“So you want another one?” Asks Mark from my left.

             
I look at him, feeling a little more than buzzed but definitely not too drunk.

             
I decide another drink would probably put me on the embarrassingly drunk category.

             
I shrug. “Nah. If I have one more, I might end up like Melanie Martinez and fuck Noah Collier.” I laugh hysterically while Mark tries not to.

             
Melanie is the campus slut and one night she got so drunk that she ended up banging the one and only (nastier) version of Carrot Top at St. Norbert.

             
Now her tainted slut status has been downgraded to “ginger fucking slutinez”. So need I say that she is no longer banging any guy she wants? Didn’t think so.

             
“You’re fucking terrible, Alex. But did you hear that he was telling everyone the next day that as she was giving him head, he farted in her face?” Mark says bending over laughing and wiping away some stray tears from his face.

             
“DUDE, are you shittin’ me?? I call major FOUL! I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. Fucking sick, it’s NOAH COLLIER! Yuck! That’s enough to make we want to cut my tits off let alone have him fart in my fucking face while I’m sucking him off. OH EM GEE! I’m surprised she could suck his dick AND fuck him without throwing up in his face.”I shudder and wipe some of my tears away.

             
After we both compose ourselves, I say, “Anyway, I think I’m just gonna head home. Magda disappeared on me with what’s his face and she said there were supposed to be some HOT guys here from Alpha Xi Delta but I don’t see any. No offense to you, of course.”

             
Mark is cute but a little too short for my taste. He’s got a nice smile and nice curly brown hair but nothing that calls to my libido—not that any other girls have any problems with him. From what I hear he gets a lot of ass, so kudos to him.

             
I guess maybe I don’t have a libido. I don’t even really know what it feels like to
want
someone like
that
. Magda makes it look easy but for some reason, I can’t seem to find anyone that I feel like boning. I mentally shrug.

             
“None taken,” he says laughing.

             
Looking around, he shrugs. “They were supposed to be here tonight. Maybe they stopped by at a different party.”

             
“It’s all right. I’m just gonna get out of here. If you see Magda later can you tell her I left? She hates it when I interrupt her,” I say, cringing when I think back to the times that I have interrupted her and she’s been less than lady like about it, to say the least.

             
“No problem. You sure you can get home ok by yourself?” He asks with concern in his voice.

             
“I got it. I’m not drunk, just tipsy,” I assure him, laughing as I get down from the counter.

             
I notice then, that my vision is a little blurry but not too bad.

             
“Well, make sure you call me or text me when you get home so I know you made it all right,” he adds with a stern look.

             
I grab onto his shoulder and look at him. “I will. No worries. SHIT! What the fuck is Pedi doing here?” I ask, looking over his shoulder.

             
“Who?” Mark asks as he looks around the room.

             
My eyebrows furrow with disgust. “Studabaker. What the fuck is he doing here?”

             
“Oh,” he laughs, using his finger to point at him.

             
I hit his hand immediately so that Studabaker doesn’t see us.

             
I don’t want him getting any ideas about coming over here. He’s the last person I want to see tonight.

             
Mark sighs. “I don’t know he’s always at these parties for no reason. Just hangs back and looks at everyone like a fucking creeper. I don’t even know how he finds out about the parties going on around campus. He’s a fucking Academic Advisor, for God’s sake, isn’t there a rule against that or some shit?”

             
I take my eyes off of Pedi and look back at Mark. “Yeah, I think there is. That’s why everyone calls him—“

             
“Hey guys, what’s happening tonight?” Pedi asks, appearing near me out of nowhere with what I can only call ridiculous ‘swagger’.
What a fucking tool.

             
“Hey, Pedi”
phile
. I roll my eyes as I look at this pathetic excuse for an
adult
.

             
He even looks like a pedophile with his short greasy brown hair, yellow teeth, and weird looking glasses.
UGH!
Not tonight, I am not dealing with this creeper.

             
He gets closer to me for no other reason than he’s a creep and I try not to gag.

             
“What did you say? Can’t hear over the music.” Or maybe you’re just a sick fuck that’s trying to cop a feel like the pervert you are.

             
I lean away from him not wanting to be near him. “Nothing, Pedi, have a good night,” I say as I push past him and wave goodbye to Mark who is laughing his ass off because I’m assuming he found out Pedi is short for pedophile.

             
I have to get the hell out of here before he decides to follow me or linger anywhere near me.

             
I head out through the packed kitchen and into the living room towards the exit.

             
As I get to the middle of the room by the pool table I stumble on something and my heel gets caught on a rip at the bottom of my jeans and I almost take a digger when out of nowhere an arm snakes around my waist keeping me from falling flat on my face.
What the hell?

             
I am so tipsy and disoriented at this point that I don’t know who or what just kept me from taking a dive on this dirty ass floor but I’m thankful and pray it isn’t Pedi.

             
I stand there not turning around to see who it is when I feel his breath on my neck.

             
I shiver involuntarily.

             
I may be drunk but I’m lucid enough to know that whoever this arm belongs to, it can’t be Pedi because that was a good shiver.

             
“Are you all right?” Asks the faceless stranger that is still holding me tight to his body.

             
A nice hard, toned body from what my back can feel.

             
I can’t help but shiver again when I hear his deep husky voice on my neck. It’s so warm and filled with concern that it does something to my insides.
God, I better be right about it not being that pervert trying to cop a feel
.

             
I take a deep breath and slowly turn around to face him. As I do, I don’t know if it’s my semi drunk stage that has me gasping or just the pure fact that this stranger is so freaking hot.

             
Oh--My--God.

             
All I can look at are his mysterious eyes that are currently studying me. He’s not allowing me to focus on his features clearly because of his penetrating stare.

             
Trying to focus, it hits me that I just took a stumble like a drunken idiot in front of this guy.
How embarrassing
.

             
Thinking of this, I start blushing, forgetting that he asked me a question or the fact that we are at a loud ass party.

             
He looks at me quizzically, “Umm I said are you all right?” He repeats.

             
I shake my head to get out of the fog my brain is in.

             
“Oh...I’m sorry. Yea--I mean--yes I’m fine, thank you,” I say trying to regain my self-control back or at least conjure up some dignity.

             
He lets me go suddenly and my body starts to feel cold without his touch.

             
I look down and fidget while he just stands there in his perfection.

             
I can feel his eyes on me but I am so embarrassed about what just happened that I can’t find myself to look into those eyes of his.

             
God, what color were they?
They looked so deep and dark with big long lashes. I wish there was more light in here so that I could have seen them clearly.

             
“Good. You almost took quite a fall there. That would have probably hurt,” he says while I’m trying to fix an invisible wrinkle on my shirt, like an idiot, so that I don’t have to look up to meet his intimidating gaze.

             
“Yes, these heels are going to kill me one day,” I manage to say feeling my cheeks heat up.

             
He laughs and it makes me want to shiver
again
at the pleasantness’ of it.

             
I finally get the courage to look up while he’s laughing and I notice that his hair is buzzed and he has nice pearly white straight teeth.

             
He’s taller than my five foot four frame and I can tell he’s taller than six feet.  He’s got broad shoulders and he looks like he works out a lot. His white t-shirt shows off his perfectly sculpted chest and those light blue jeans are doing wonders for his thighs and I’m assuming his ass as well.

             
God!
It’s really hot in here all of a sudden.

             
He gives me a cocky smile like he knows that I’m checking him out but doesn’t mind in the least.

             
“They sure look like they could kill someone. I’m Jason by the way,” he says extending his hand out to me which helps break me out of the spell he has put me under.

             
How humiliating
. I’m sure he knows I’m scoping out his goods.

             
I remind myself to look at his eyes to let him know I’m not at all fazed by him.

             
I accept his hand. “Hi Jason, I’m Alexandra--” I introduce myself, failing miserably with my courage when I look back down at my feet.
Well that didn’t work out like I wanted
.

             
Not able to look back up, all I can focus on is the feel of how smooth and warm his hand is and how good it feels with mine.

             
My chest tightens at the thought,
Dammit, Alex, snap out of it!

             
With the view I have now, I can see that he finished off his outfit with some nice black Chuck Taylors.

             
I start to breathe deep.
Jeez, Alex, Chuck Taylors are making you hot? Get a grip it’s not like you’re a freaking horny fifteen year old virgin...well maybe an eighteen year old horny virgin.

             
I don’t know what this guy is doing to my insides but it’s certainly making me self conscious and giddy like an inexperienced school girl—which technically, I am.

             
We are still shaking hands when he asks, “Well, Alexandra can I ask where it is that you were headed as you were rudely interrupted by your killer shoes?”

             
My head automatically comes back up to see if I am imagining the smile that I hear in his voice.

             
Nope, there’s a smile and with that perfect smile is a dimple on his right cheek.
Wow that’s hot
.

             
He sees me staring at his mouth and I see his eyes dart to my mouth.

             
Blush…check. “Umm...I was…Uh...I was, leaving. Yeah. I was leaving to go back to my dorm. Please call me Alex…” I say fidgeting once again under his scrutiny.