Rules on Relationships

The following evening, we had to attend a birthday party hosted by Brunette A for Brunette B, and most of the students from the Campus as well as the 'it' crowd were there. I was still hung over from the night before, but I never really spoke to Michael that day because I was so frustrated with him and those women last night. I wanted to get payback at him by ignoring his wish and head to the party without him.
Michael was, of course, invited, but he and Derek had to attend an interview with the local news reporter, and later, meet with Bob, so he wasn't going to be an early bird like Lia and I.
Jesse met up with us halfway and we walked to the Brunettes' shared home, and it was already packed with cars and people. I saw Football players already flirting about, and the Cheerleaders scattered all over the place. The Swim team were mingling and the Arts students were in the mix too. Alcohol was placed orderly on the tables and counters, there were drunk make out sessions and people were just whoring around. Lia was the first to grab the beer bottle from the table and gave Jesse and I a bottle each, and we tapped the top of our bottles against each other before we gulped down the alcohol down our throats which declared the start of our party mode.

Those types come out when they're intoxicated.

That's what Jesse said to me when he noticed all the Cheerleaders were on full party mode and scattered, so it wasn't hard to approach them when they were on their own, and plus, they were all intoxicated. He left Lia and I when he saw a target and disappeared for the rest of the night, well, we saw him once and a while, but he was always with another woman each time we were reunited. Lia didn't part from me, since she told me that it was bad to be drunk, on angry mode with a rebellious rush, and being in a room with a lot of attractive athletes. I had only spoken to two to three other guys before Lia trapped me in the kitchen and told me that it was best if we were to observe the types of women in the room, and she reasoned with me by using my book as an excuse.
She knew me too well.
"Look, I know you're pretty angry at the moment and on a rebellious mode," She told me while pulling the empty red cup away from my grasp, she shook her head and instructed me not to drink anymore. "Being hung over and going for more alcohol is going to kick your ass tomorrow," She continued to advise.
"Lia, I really like him," I confessed. It was the first time I ever said that, and it was a good thing my best friend was there or else I would've ended up bottling it in and getting overwhelmed by it in the future. Besides, I hated not telling her anything, she knew everything about me like how I knew everything about her. We were best friends since we met in 4th grade.
"I know," She smiled as she wrapped her arm around me and pulled me to a lazy hug, but she parted with me as soon as we saw Patricia enter the house. She was well-known for sleeping around with most of the Football team, and she had a reputation for having dated nearly most of the Basketball team and nearly ruined some of their friendships after she two-timed on a few of them. A serial monogamist. Lia didn't like Patricia after she nearly caused a break up between the Swim Team couple when she let out a rumor that my best friend slept with a Basketball player just so she could seduce Derek when he was down, but it failed because the loyal boyfriend decided to trust his new girlfriend instead. They dated for only two months before all these crap came out about each one of them.

Maybe it was my turn to go through what Lia did.

"Hey sluts," Patricia greeted the two of us with a glare, her fingers ran through her black hair and her perfect white teeth flashed towards us. Lia only scoffed and greeted, "Hey Skank."
"I hear you're dating the hot shot swimmer," She hissed with her fake accent. Everyone knew Patricia was born and raised in Ann Arbor, she was stupid enough to try and trick the students from outside Ann Arbor, like me, but her accent was really bad. She pretended to be of a Hispanic heritage.
"I love how you are always stuffing your nose into things," My best friend sarcastically commented. "I mean, come on Patricia, you really shouldn't stuff it up people's assholes." She can be so mean, but only to those she dislikes.
"I wasn't talking to you," She sneered as she turned to me, her brown eyes burning into mine. "Where is he? I should go congratulate him in his achievement of nabbing himself a slut."
"Only when drunk," I lied as I watched her walk away in her deadly heels and really tight clothing. Lia and I turned to each other and laughed at our victory.
"Did you see that woman?" Jesse dashed in with a tired look. "She walked in here, where is she?" He asked while panting. I beckoned towards the backdoor and mumbled, "He's too horny for his own good."

Later in the evening, roughly around 10pm, Michael and Derek arrived.
You would know because cheering would be as loud as when there was a game at the stadium, and there would be girls whispering and preparing to greet the hot shots with their cleavage out. Lia had happily approached her boyfriend and greeted him with a big embrace that made him lift her off her feet, followed by a smack on the lips to remind all those girls that Derek was taken and it was she who managed to capture him over everyone else. While Michael had walked further down to greet me, because I was too distracted talking and sharing shots with Brunette B. After my fourth shot, I was approached from behind and give a kiss on the cheek. Brunette B asked for one too, and since it was her birthday, I allowed him to give her a kiss on the cheek. The three of us laughed before Michael whisked me away, he told me to stop drinking because it was bad for me and he didn't want to deal with the angry drunk after Derek revealed to him that I wasn't too happy with him yesterday.
"Have fun, Michael, let loose," I tapped his chest and pushed him gently away from me. I gave him a smile and added, "I'll let you off tonight and we'll see how it goes."
"Roxanne, I-" I closed his lips with mine and I waved goodbye.
I just ditched my boyfriend. What the hell was I thinking? Oh wait, I wasn't.
Throughout most of the night, I was engaged in various conversations with people I hadn't met yet. Some of them knew me because of the incident at the beginning of the year that caused some controversies - my stupid moment that had me recognized with the 'it' crowd. What I didn't know about my night was that one of Michael's flings was there, and she was a gorgeous woman. She was older than all of us in that house, she recently graduated and had a job and everything, and apparently she was in town to speak to future students in the University.

Flings have reputations too.

Michael's fling was like a model. She had longer legs than me. But her reputation was the same as Patricia, and when they met... Well, the two were practically best friends throughout the whole night!
I didn't know where Michael was, but my gut feeling had told me that I better go and look for him. Or was it just my insecurities that made me act this way? Oh, damn it! I mentally slapped myself when I turned the corner and found that she had reunited herself with the swimmer. I couldn't help but shadow away and hide in the lounge. I situated myself beside the two athletes who did track and field, and they reeked of vodka. I was too distracted into my thought that I didn't even take note of any of their advances towards me, and one even tried to whisper something to me, but failed miserably because he was slurring on his words.
"Did you know," One of them burped. "That woman that walked in, she and Michael slept with each other so many times that I lost count," He revealed. "I don't even think you were here yet though," He added as he gulped down all of the alcohol in his blue cup, he even turned it around to see if there was anymore. "I think she rejected Michael though because she was older and graduating and didn't want to date someone two years younger."
"Can you stop telling her those things?" Brunette A yelled as she tugged the man off his seat and took over. She smiled at me and tapped my thigh. "She's like Patricia, just, older," She commented. "But yeah, she had a fling with Michael last year, but he actually dumped her because he wanted to concentrate on the Olympics."
I shook my head. "I don't know what to believe."
"Believe me," She spoke softly as she embraced me. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the other room where Michael and his ex-fling we talking. Brunette A was up to something, I could feel it. Her smile had turned quite dark as she pushed me into... Into...

Boyfriends are over-protective. Just need to know how to let it out of them.

Bloody Brunette A pushed me into Kenneth Blake. He was there because he was highly associated with the Arts major in the Campus since he performed at the community theatre, but I didn't know he was there. He caught me though, and his face was rather close to mine. I quickly pushed myself off. I had my hands grasping onto his muscles and couldn't help but ogle at it. I gulped nervously as I finally met his gaze.
"Oh, sorry Kenneth."
"You seem to have been working out," He complimented, and that was when I realized that he was holding onto my waist. I hastily pushed his hand away and felt rather violated, even when I still had my dress over my body. But I could feel that there were people staring at me... More like someone... And that reminded me that I was rebelling against him and it was my goal to ignore him for most of the night. I don't actually know why, I couldn't remember.
"I'm same old," I replied. "How are you finding it here? When are you headed back to NYC?"
"Wednesday next week, but I'm going to be doing a lot of acting workshops thanks to your University, so I might as well party while I'm at it," He chuckled. Still a show off. I gave him a smile and asked, "Are you seeing anyone?"
"If you're talking about that girl, then no," Kenneth seemed down. Maybe he had a taste of his own medicine. "She slept around. Kind of felt bad that I left you for her, but you want to know why I really left you?"
I was surprised he was going to be open about it. "Are you really going to tell me?"
He nodded as he combed his fingers through his dirty blond locks. "Because I knew you were a great babe, and I was just a rascal who wanted sex. And because I knew you wouldn't even consider doing it until you're finished with what you want to do, I figured, maybe I should just go to the one who opens her legs easily," He explained, his accent emphasizing certain letters and words, it made me shiver from how sexy it sounded. "So stupid, right?"
I merely nodded. I didn't want to say anything because it was true.
"And if I had known that you and Lia were serious about moving out of New York, I wouldn't have dumped you. You're a babe," He added and reached over to brush away a loose strand of hair from my face. He didn't sound so arrogant anymore. It was like he was the same guy I dated in High School. I figured he only showed off for the sake of it, or he just had a major ego. He curved his lips as he continued, "Jealous that that Olympian has you wrapped around his fingers. Are you just going to let him flirt to a gorgeous model without your say in it?"
"I wasn't flirting," Michael butted in. He smacked Kenneth's hand away from my face and handed him empty red cup before he grabbed my hand. He had a frown on his face as he dragged me through the hallway where everyone had stared so curiously, they probably thought that something was about to happen between Michael and I as some of them followed. Michael was even called by his fling, but he brushed her off and led me up the stairs. He scanned through two rooms before he found the third one empty and slammed the door, he turned the lock and asked, "What is wrong with you tonight?"
I shook my head and snatched my hand away from his touch.
"Roxanne, something's up with you, tell me," He insisted as he placed both his hands on either side of my face. He looked at me with a saddened expression. I couldn't help but whimper, knowing I probably hurt him. I placed my hands on top of his and held onto them, I led him to the bed and sat him down.
"I think I'm jealous," I confessed.
His eyebrow cocked up. "And how do you think I felt?" He questioned back.
"Huh? You can't be jealous because no one flirts with me," I debated, trying to turn things around. But he shook his head and pulled me to straddle him, both legs on either side of him as I sat on his lap. I blushed, however I tried my hardest not to get distracted with the position we were in. "But all the girls who flirt with you are really pretty."
"I don't think that," Michael replied. I blushed darker. He couldn't be turning the tables on me.
"Take me seriously!" I whined as I crossed my arms like a child. I was drunk, so some of my actions were childish.
He only laughed and gave me a kiss on the nose. "You were getting hit on by five men last night at the club. You were being a bit touchy feely with your ex-boyfriend. The two track and field athletes were hitting on you in the lounge just before you were pushed back into your ex-boyfriend. When I saw him touch you, you didn't know how much I just wanted to punch him. No one touches you like that but me."
Aw, he was jealous.
"Don't change it about me! I was talking about you and all those women cooing all over you. I can't handle it," I sobbed. "It's just hard not to get jealous when I'm dating an Olympian who has the body and personality, and I can't even sleep with him yet because I'm still a virgin," I sobbed even more. Michael was surprised on the last part, but he wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "I'll wait when you're ready."
"I'm just sad that I wouldn't be your first, and those track and field athletes were telling me that you and that girl downstairs had a thing for each other and slept with each other a lot-" I was cut off. Michael had tilted my head up to face him. He had a frown on his face, and when we made eye contact, it seemed quite tense. He sighed and said, "That was the past. Those girls who I had a thing with are over. There's a reason why I broke up with them."
I blinked and wiped my tears. I pushed myself off of him and stood up. I adjusted my dress and kept my head down as I apologized to him for being quite a nuisance. Michael reassured me that he wasn't bothered by it, he was actually happy that things were sorted out.
"Come with me, I wanted to do something for the first time with you," He whispered as he grasped my hand and led me outside, he and I wandered back downstairs where people were staring at us like they knew something definitely happened. I was actually curious what he was up to. He turned to the living room where the table full of shot glasses were, and it was right in front of everyone. I stared curiously at him as he grabbed the salt. He moistened my neck a bit and sprinkled a bit of salt, and he took the slice of lemon and told me to squeeze the juice onto my tongue when he took the tequila shot. I nodded without another word, and just followed his instructions as we both prepared for him to gulp down the tequila.
"One... Two... Three!" Brunette B counted at the back and I squeezed all the juice from the lemon before tossing it to the side and meeting Michael's lips. He tasted like tequila when our tongues met, and I could feel what he was feeling. My arms wrapped around his neck as we began to make out in front of everyone.
Everyone's eyes were on us.
Just me and him.

P.S, he said that was the first time he did something like that, and he wanted to do more, but I felt sick.