A few hours later and our little gang were outside the familiar doors of April's house. The last time I came here felt like a lifetime ago, but in reality, it had only been a few months.

 It was the party we'd played truth and dare. I smiled as I remembered the game had ended rather abruptly when Ethan attacked Ben for trying to kiss me. 

It seemed so obvious now that he was jealous, but at the time, I just thought he was pulling one of his classic dick moves. I would never have humored the idea that he could like me.

We weren't even inside the house yet, and I could already hear the heavy beats of the music speakers blasting throughout the air.

 I adjusted my clothes and smiled as I saw I was still wearing Ethan's jersey. I was pretending that I didn't like wearing it to annoy Ethan, but in reality, I loved it. One, because it smelled amazing and two because it showed everyone he was mine.

Yeah, I could be territorial too.

The door of the house swung open, and April stood before us. She looked gorgeous and was wearing an extremely tight two-piece burgundy dress, her ample breasts bulging out of the top of her bralette.

 It was hard not to feel a little insecure with her looking like some kind of top model. I found myself looking down at my body and comparing it to hers.

 "Hey guys, great to see you could make it," she cheered as a bubbly smile stretched out onto her face. She was addressing us all, but her eyes were unmistakably glued to Ethan. 

To say I felt incredibly irritated, would be the understatement of the century. The thirsty Bitch could see I was here, but she didn't seem to give two shits.

 Everyone said their greetings, and I could hear the visible tension in May and Chloe's tones. I sighed, knowing they were still giving her the cold shoulder as they still felt protective since they knew she slapped me.

We entered her house, and people immediately started cheering in celebration as Ethan and Lucas entered. Random people approached him and thumped him on the back in congratulations.

 "Wow, everyone's making my congratulations look like shit," I laughed as I looked up at him in amusement.

 He laughed heavily. "That's because it was shit, Chubs," Ethan said as he shook his head at me in fake disappointment.

 I gasped dramatically and held a hand up to my heart. "That's mean," I pouted as I narrowed my eyes at me. 

His eyes darkened and dropped down to my pouting lips. He reached his hand out and cupped my cheek before he traced his thumb softly against my lower lip with a lustful look in his eyes. 

"I can think of a few ways you could improve your congratulations," he whispered as he moved his head closer and closer to mine.

"Ethan, come celebrate with the boys," I heard one of his soccer friends call out, interrupting us. 

Ethan let out a heavy sigh as he broke apart from me. "I'm a little busy man," he snapped, with clear annoyance in his tone.

 "No, you're not. Go, celebrate, you idiot," I laughed as I pushed him towards his friends. I refused to make him the boy who neglected his friends just for his new girlfriend. 

"But...," he said helplessly.

 "Just go. I'll find you later," I said as I rolled my eyes. 

"Okay fine. See you in a bit," he sighed.

 He gave me a quick peck on the lips before he made his way over to them. I watched him go with a sigh before heading to the place I loved best. You guessed it, the kitchen. 

I let out a hum as I went and happily skipped my way over there. On arrival to the kitchen, I paused as I stumbled on Connor. 

Oh for fucks sake, what was he doing here? 

 He was leaned up against the counter with a beer in hand. His eyes immediately lit up as he saw me. 

I gave him a polite nod in greeting before heading to the fridge. I pulled out a soda and quickly turned around before I came to an abrupt stop. For some reason, Connor had moved, so he was blocking my way. 

"Erm...can you move?" I asked rudely. 

He just ignored me and gave my body a slow once over, which had me feeling sick to my stomach.

 His eyes latched on to my soda in hand. "Soda, really? You don't drink," he scoffed judgmentally. 

"Nope," I said rudely-before sidestepping him in an attempt to get past. 

He blocked me again.

 "Why? Can miss goody two shoes not handle a drink?" he snickered as his large frame towered over me. He was a well-built dude with one of those meaty rugby player type bodies, so him standing in my way instinctively made me nervous. 

"Can't you just go bully someone else and leave me alone," I cried as I quickly curved past him and started to make my way to the door. 

I was almost there when I felt him grab me roughly by the wrist and twist me around. 

"Come on just try a beer, I know you want to..." he said as he waved his cup around in my face. 

"Don't touch me," I hissed as I ripped my arm from his firm grasp in disgust.

 I left the kitchen fuming with anger, and I slammed the door behind me loudly. He was such a prick. If I didn't want to drink, then I didn't want to drink. He didn't have to be such a dick about it!

I stormed my way back to the foyer in anger. I surveyed the room quickly to try and find my friends. Locating Chloe, I started to make my way over to her, but before I was almost halfway there when my eyes latched on to something which made my stomach turn.

 April was brushed right up against Ethan on one of the sofas. She was twirling her hair in a flirtatious manner, and she subtly adjusted her bralette to reveal more of her bulging cleavage. 

Ethan, to my relief, seemed completely oblivious and wasn't even looking in her direction. He was busily laughing away at something one of his friends had said. 

Normally, I would have just walked away and not let it bother me, but not today. Today I was pissed. If April wanted to play this game, I was going to play it harder. 

Without a second thought, I strutted my way over to them with a confidence I didn't even know I had. I pulled my ponytail free from its tie and let the dark wavy curls cascade down my back. 

Ethan widened his eyes as soon as he saw me approaching, and his eyes sparkled with intrigue. Before he could even get a word out, I wrapped my arms around his neck and crawled my way on to him and straddled his lap.

 He stared at me in shock as though he couldn't believe what was happening. I wasn't a big fan of PDA, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Someone had to put this bitch in her place. 

From the corners of my eyes, I could see April glaring at me, causing me to smirk in victory.

Ethan seemed to recover from his shock, and with a smirk, he snaked his arms around my waist. 

"I'm not sure what's happening, but by all means, continue," Ethan chuckled as his eyes danced with excitement. 

I reached out and started to play with the locks of his hair as I teasingly bit my lip. I got the response I wanted, and his eyes darkening with lust while his fingers dug into my waist as though he was struggling to control himself.

 "Do you want to go to another room?" he whispered gruffly as he traced small circles on the small of my back. 

I glanced over at April and smirked. "Nah, I'm perfectly fine, here," I confidently whispered. 

Then before he had time to respond, I descended my lips down on to his. I moved my lips passionately against his, wanting to give April a good show. 

And, well, of course, for my own enjoyment. 

Ethan groaned in pleasure and pulled my body flush up against him as he started to take over the kiss. We made out heavily, and our lips moving hungrily against each other as though we couldn't get enough. 

I felt his hands drift to my thighs, and massage them through the fabric of my leggings. I was so caught up in my desire that I was barely thinking about April at all. Or the fact, that I was making out scandalously with my boyfriend on the couch for the whole world to see.

 I finally managed to build up the strength to pull away from him, not wanting things to get too crazy. We stared at each other, breathing heavily as we tried to regain our breath. 

"Well, that was fucking awesome," he said as he looked up at me with a toothy grin. 

I let out a giggle as I looked down at him in amusement. 

"What even got into you? You didn't eat another plate of cookies, did you?" he joked, but there was a slight seriousness too his tone. 

He probably thought I'd gone crazy because a couple of minutes ago, I told him to go have fun without me, and now I was all over him. 

"Nah, of course not, I'm just bored." I lied dismissively.

I suddenly remembered April and glanced over to her place. She was no longer on the sofa, or anywhere in the room for that matter. 

Now that I had released all my anger, I was only left with one emotion-guilt. 

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