⚠️ WARNING: Mature (intimate/sexual)content ahead, skip it if you don't read those sorts of stuff, plus since it's my first try and I have no idea about the quality, so seriously, read at your own risk. Also, after the 'moment' he has some important thoughts... so yeah, keep an eye to not miss out on the stuff.

Sophia wraps her arms around my neck, as we sway to the music and grinds her hip against mine. Her hands travel to my hair, playing with the ends of it. Tips of her long nails brushing against my skin.

I had forgotten how uncomfortable they make me.

Tugging me towards herself, she stands on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear, "Let's go to my room," her breath tickles me, the alcohol's scent burns my nostrils.

I look on all sides as imperceptible as I can, searching for the mop of messy, curly hair. I spot Eleanor standing in the far distance, along with Arianna.

Relief washes through me. If Ari's with her then there shouldn't be a problem if I won't be here for a while, so I nod yes to Sophie.

She takes my hand and we pass through the dancing drunkards I used to call friends.

Soph staggers inside the house giggling and drags me to the staircase, leaving the glass door ajar. I'm not as drunk as she is, tipsy yes, intoxicated definitely not, but she is.

I should stop this right here.

She turns, her steel-blue eyes catch the light from the backyard. Her fingers curl around my shirt's collar and before I know it she leans her entire weight on me, causing me to falter and hit my back to the wall. Her lips crash on mine, her other hand moves to my hair. I don't return the kiss and try to push her away without offending her, but she only pulls herself closer and presses her body harder to me.

Young people are stupid. It's not like I'm dating anyone... or planning on seeing anybody, it's the best time to enjoy being single.

Damn the consequences.

I wrap my arm around her waist and cup her face with my free hand. As I move my lips according to hers before opening my mouth and deepening the kiss.

We stumble up the stairs and somehow get to her room. She fumbles with the door before unlocking and pushes it open. Sophia steps into the room and yanks me in. Just as I shut the door, her lips smash on mine. This time I take the lead, pressing her to the wall, with one hand on her waist and the other cupping her cheek.

Her hands roam up and down my back before making their way to the front of my shirt and starting to unbutton it.

I break the kiss and mumble against her lips, "You're drunk,"

"So are you, and I want you," she breathes out, her fingers continue with unbuttoning.

Never have sex with a drunk girl. That's literally the first rule of having sex, closely followed by don't have unprotected sex. If you're trying to stay out of trouble.

There should also be a rule regarding not having sex with an ex who cheated on you somewhere on the list. But the alcohol has clouded my head enough that I'm willing to ignore it.

She leans in to kiss me, but I pull away. Accusation of rape is the last problem I need. I wonder if Eleanor would even bother to lie, that she doesn't hate me, if that case ever happens.

Not that I should care about her opinion.

But I don't trust Soph.

She whines, "Adi, I want you right now,"

I nod with hesitance; I hope I won't regret it.

It isn't the first thing on my long list of regrets, but I was planning on not adding to it.

I guess that can start from tomorrow.

I lean in and kiss her as she kisses back with urgency. Done with unbuttoning my shirt, her hands wander on my naked chest. One of her palms moves up and rests on my neck, the other travels down to my waist and stops on the button of my pants. Grazing her nails on my skin before moving her hand further below, she rubs my groin and I harden under her touch.

Her mouth opens, giving access to my tongue. I nibble her bottom lip, making her moan.

We shuffle to her bed, not breaking the kiss. Our lips only part when she takes off her dress, throwing it to the other side of the room, the only clothing remaining, her panties. She gets on the mattress, her boobs swaying. I don't remember them being this size in high school, I doubt they could have grown to this point without the help of transplant. And that's none of my business, it's her body, her choice.

She turns around, bringing out a packet of condoms from the drawer and placing it on the nightstand. At least, I'll be following one of the rules.

I get on top of her as she lies on her back. Her hands tangle in my hair as I lock lip with her hungrily, my cells buzzing with excitement. I allow my fingertips to travel her bare figure, starting from her collarbone down to her breast, massaging it and causing her to sigh with gratification.

My fingers ghost over her rib cage, and then brush the tips of them, creating goosebumps on her tanned skin.

For a fleeting second, the idea of how might Eleanor's skin feel flashes in my head, surprising me enough to make me stop.

Where the hell did that come from!

Before letting shame and embarrassment consume me, I continue with what I was doing, shoving the thought into the depths of an unreachable section in my brain. I am by no means supposed to think about her minutes before having sex with someone else. That's just fucked up.

I move to her neck, leaving a wet trail, sucking the skin between her neck and collarbone, making her whimper in pleasure, her back arching.

I enjoy the effect I have on girls' bodies.

My hands play with the band of her panties before slipping in. My fingertips travel down, reaching the growing wetness, I start gently rubbing her folds. Her nails dig into my shoulder as she moans my name and I apply more pressure. Before sliding two fingers into her, earning a gasp, pumping in and out, feeling her clench. Quickened breathing and whimpers of her fill the room, as I push her leg wide open, sending her to the verge of climax before slowing my movements. She groans with frustration; I hold her hips to stop her from fastening the pace, a smug smile on my face.

Her other hand outstretches to nightstand picking up the condom. I take it from her, before stripping off as she twists, setting her both hands on the bed's headboard, her glossy hair falling to one side. She adjusts her posture, planting her knees wider apart.

I slip on the condom and grip her waist, the awful memory of my first sex tickling my memories.

Sophia was my first.

I adjust my stance.

Also, I assumed she was a virgin, that I'll be her first too. Not that she bothered to tell me; I would have chickened out, if my reputation wasn't on the line.

Turns out I was the fourth guy she was taking things to this level. I was on the brink of having a panic attack during the entire experience.

Not the best moment to be a male with all the expectations of satisfying your experienced partner to the fullest, lurking around. But I survived.

With ease, I slide into her, her knuckles turn white, and her body arches. And I grasp her tighter, starting to thrust in and out of her.

The music from downstairs gets louder, filling the air, drowning any other sound.

Wonder how Eleanor is putting up, I hope Arianna is sticking to her promise.

Sophia's load moan calling out my name snaps me out of my thought.

I blink a few times, and concentrate on the rhythm of the task.

I don't know what has gotten into me. It must be the alcohol... but it's the third time in the past year I've zoned out in the middle of the act, my thoughts circulating her. This is wrong!

It hasn't even been a month spent daily with her, and she's popping up in my mind uncalled.

I guess I just shouldn't be with her alone when I'm drunk.

Willing myself to not think of her, I focus on how loud Sophia is. Lucky thing for me, the tune is on a blasting volume, otherwise it would have been impossible to keep it a secret.

Halfway through it, we change our position and I get on top of her.

Her legs wrap around me, nails sinking in my skin as she keeps moaning and whimpering. Her words reminding me of a poorly directed porn video.

I bury my face in her silky hair, the scent of her fruity perfume mixed with the smells of the cigarette and vodka burns my throat.

I need nicotine.

And a drink.

One of her hands travels to my neck, her fingers curling on my scalp.

Her moans and whimpers getting louder, drowning out the sound of the music. Her body tenses, clenching and contradicting, her legs shaking, nails digging deeper into my skin. Followed by her voice crying out my name, beads of sweat glimmer on her brow. Another shout escapes her lips and the pressure of her fingernails subsides.

I guess I've been young and stupid enough for today.

With three thrusts I let loose as the familiar tingling yet calming sensation takes over me, but not strong as usual.

The air fills with our panting; I enjoy the peaceful sense of it while it lasts, as a lazy smile plasters on Sophia's mouth.

I used to like that smile, convinced that is real and genuine. Didn't take me long to realize nothing about Sophia is true.

After I regain my normal breathing, I pull away from her and get off the bed. Not ushering a word, I peel off the condom and pick up my clothes along the way, stride to the bathroom and discard it.

Placing my clothes somewhere dry, I step into the glass shower and turn it on.

The water pours down on me as I push aside every thought and stand there, closing my eyes, my mind as empty as a blank sheet. After a while, I press my forehead to the fogged glass.

Fuck.

I was a functioning drunk and nevertheless chose to sleep with my high school ex. The very person who cheated on me with my so-called former best friend only fifty-two days after Jay's accident.

I flip it in my head and try to validate my decision, but no, it's still fucked up. No matter what.

I wasn't thinking straight, it isn't the best excuse and doesn't change the fact that how screwed up I am or my life decisions are.

Fuck.

No! Not fuck, but fug, John Green style... well, not technically. But I haven't read the story where the actual idea is born, just the novel that Green wrote, An Abundance of Kathrines.

The guy, Colin, is basically me, only the being dumped part. But whenever I pore over it, most of it reminds me of Eleanor.

I sure saw the book for the first time in her hand in our high school's library. Apart from that, I'm positive the day she starts dating, she'll do the same. The only contrast being, she will find the equation that works and give the correct answer for any case, because she is Eleanor Evans.

If she aims for it, I'm confident within five years she'll win a noble prize or something in that order.

I guess it runs in their blood. Not a single Evans in that family tree exists that isn't a genius in an area.

Except for Avery. I cannot imagine the hell she goes through for being around these smartasses all her life.

Fug!

I blink a few times as I realize how my thoughts started from a non-relevant topic to El and ended on her.

I must stop ruminating on her so much.

If there's a borderline between thinking and obsessing over someone, I'm dangerously falling over the edge of obsession.

I sigh and straighten myself under the pouring water.

I need to get downstairs anyway, she's alone. Not that she can't survive those asshats, but I'm not able to avoid the acute sense creeping into me. And even though Arianna promised she'll stick with Eleanor whenever I won't be close by, I still don't trust her. She gets distracted easily.

Eleanor's just began opening up, not to me, never to me, but to Ari. In my perspective, it counts for something.

Which reminds me of, I have to ask Ri what she did or said that eased Eleanor to lowering her guard for her, this soon!

I remember the first occasion she answered me with longer than a three worded sentence, two weeks after Jen and I's breakup. It almost made me cry in relief. I had spent six days searching for topics I knew she likes or knows a great deal, memorized a wrong theory with its defending argument, and asked her about it.

A wide smile plasters on my mouth. She looked so cute while explaining it. I've noticed her eyes shine while describing subjects she's passionate about. The excitement in her voice could draw in anyone.

I shake my head, feeling like an idiot for grinning to myself,

Pushing my hand through my hair; What's her problem with speaking, I wonder.

I cup my hands, the water gathers in it and I splash it to my face, repeating it two more times.

Ri hardly ever shuts up. Rachel and Mom never stop talking. On top of that, Ray spends hours on end chatting to her own mother, Dad's ex-wife.

And then there is Eleanor. She should talk more. I'm sure she has more interesting matters going on inside her mind and has way cooler things to say.

I exhale and shut off the shower, and step out, grabbing the closest towel and dry myself.

After putting on my clothes and spending an unnecessary amount of time fixing my hair in front of the mirror, I walk out of the bathroom.

Sophia props herself up, not bothering to cover herself, she tilts her head to the side, "You're leaving?"

"Yeah," I mumble and stride past the bed, making my way to the door.

She sits up, eyes boring into me, "I thought you want to go for a second round," she muses and leans to the headboard. Picks up the corner of the covers, and lazily holds it up to her breasts.

"I should leave," I state.

A smile tugs on her lips, batting her eyelashes, she says, "We always did over two rounds... I know I'm your favorite in bed,"

Shoving my hands into my pants' pockets, I glance out the window before fixing my eyes on her face, contemplating if I should mention that she never was.

"You crave me," she adds in a tone that might sound seductive to her but lame to me. As she lets the cover slips out of her grasp, her enlarged boobs on full display.

I force a tight-lipped smile, deciding my next step. She asked for it.

"I don't. It was a one-time thing, for old times' sake. Surely you've heard the phrase of one-night stand."

She straightens up, "Adrien, we're a perfect match for each other," she reasons.

I squint, furrowing my eyebrows. This isn't heading in a safe direction.

"We just had great sex together, don't you remember the old days? I messed up, but I'm really sorry but I can tell you care about me, we should give it another chance." She raises her brows.

I stare at her, void of any emotion. Not as the naked girl who I shared intimate moments with, but as a person who betrayed me.

Maybe it was a wrong move to sleep with her. It gave her false hope. I shouldn't have done that. Arianna was correct. She wants to get back with me.

I take a deep breath, push my hands through my hair before thrusting it back inside my shorts' pocket.

To recruit the proper answer, I let my gaze wander around the room, in an attempt of buying some time for myself.

"It took me a while to understand but I like you a lot. You're the only guy who I feel this way for." she includes.

I nod, focusing on my breathing to stop my head from clouding with words and thoughts I would regret after saying out loud.

"Say something," she whines, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What do you want me to say?" I speak with an even voice.

"We can date again," she suggests with a hopeful smile.

"Why?"

"Because I like y-" she repeats herself, but I interrupt her.

"My bank balance, you mean," I snap.

She widens her eyes, pressing her hand to her chest, "That is not true! And don't talk to me as if I'm poor. I like you and I've never felt this way for anyone. Yes, I realized it a bit late, but no one the same as you. And I regret upsetting you, and want to start over,"

Again, I nod, struggling to keep my temper in check. "I'm aware you're rich, we went to the same school, but I can also tell that I own more than your dad, so that makes me wealthier than you. Do you think I'm stupid? You fucked any guy you laid eyes on, only to realize the zeros you were expecting to see on the right side of their bank balances, were on the left. You didn't meet someone richer than me, did you? Don't bullshit me, we've been classmates since first grade."

She wraps the cover around herself and stands up from the bed, "That's not fair,"

"You know what's not fair?" I ask in a firm and emotionless tone, giving in to the urge of hurting her, "fucking your boyfriend's best friend while he grieved for his dead brother. How do you expect me to forgive you for that?"

She flinches, her steel-blue eyes widening as he holds my gaze, gaping at me.

I guess we're done here.

I retreat, but before I turn to leave, she speaks.

"You can't find better than me. No girl knows you as I do, nor will satisfy you like me and make you happy. I'm your best shot at happiness. And I won't stop trying to win you over."

I blink at her, tempted to laugh at her for being so dumb. Shuffling through my brain, an idea pops up. This should get her off my back, I hope Eleanor doesn't mind me using some parts of her creative retorts. "Having sex with you, it's like getting stuck in a flop porn. And trust me, I'd rather spend my time with raccoons, because I bet my chance at being happy would be higher than being with you," I finish with a smile. Her cheeks burn red, her eyes near to popping out of their sockets, I shift and step out of the room without a glance at her.

I try to hold myself from grinning. That was one of the finest answers I've ever given. Might have patted myself on the shoulder if it wouldn't have killed the effect.

I jog down the stairs; the music is still loud and the glass door wide open, I head to the small table alongside the door, and skim the labels on the bottles. Finally deciding to go with whiskey, I bend and pick a cup, pouring halfway through it, before returning the bottle to its spot. With my drink, I stride out of the house into the backyard.

I scan the place while bringing up the glass to my lips.

My eyes land on Eleanor, in the far back dimly lit corner, along with Jeffry and no Arianna in sight.

I squint, surveying them, only to realize she's standing in a relaxed stance, a wide smile plastered across her face. A grin I've never seen, even its ghost whenever I'm in a thirty-three feet radius of her. Busy listening and talking to him, she hasn't spot me yet.

My fist tightens around the cup as the whole yard melts into nothingness and only Eleanor and Jeff remain. My heart thunders in my chest, drowning out any other sound as I stand there and stare at them.

I've known her for thirteen years, and not once has she been that comfortable with me.

Never have I wished more to have a lightsaber, to cut Jeff's dick and shove it down his throat before slicing him in half. Or better, to have the power stone and wipe Jeffery off of the earth.

"Hey, Adi, wanna come for a smoke?" Will's voice withdraws me to reality.

I blink a few times trying to process what he said, before nodding, "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a minute,"

Will nods, clapping his hand on my shoulder before walking back into the house.

How can she warm up to a dude she doesn't even know that well, but makes me go through hell just to hear a one worded answer from her!

It's obvious she has problems with me. If she's still hung up on the ways I was with her in the past, I must say she has a fantastic capability of holding grudges. Although, I highly doubt that would be the case. Because as a matter of fact, I'm certain she never listened or cared, let alone to remember the words I used to throw at her in school. I believe she didn't find me worth seeing and hearing. Always being the unreachable shining star.

But I have the right to learn what's her problem with me.

I look down at my glass; I need to keep my head clear.

Drawing myself to my full height and pulling back my shoulders, I saunter to them, setting my drink on the table as I pass it and approach them.

Eleanor's smile falters as her gaze settles on me. I swallow hard, shoving away the urge to make her undergo the same shitty feeling she's forcing me through.

"Hey man," I greet Jeffery, making him turn towards me. His brows shoot up before going back to normal.

"Adrien, right?" he asks.

Dumbass. "That's me," I force out, faking a smile and take a step, placing myself closer to Eleanor.

I try to not glare at her when she moves, putting more distance between herself and me. Or how she avoids looking at me like I'm Voldemort. She pushes her glasses up and glances at me.

Her eyes are fascinating. A stormy ocean at midnight, with only a torch lighting it up. The light catches her eyes and I struggle to look away. Subconsciously, I imagine the mixture of colors that would take to pull off this shade. I've been trying to pinpoint the paints needed to draw them by the most accurate means, since freshman year of high school. So far, it has been futile.

I force my gaze to unabashed Jeffry, busy ogling her. I push my hands into my pants pockets and focus on maintaining a blank expression, holding on to the last strings of my temper.

"Eleanor was saying you're going to travel the world together for an entire year, that sounds incredible. Who came up with the idea?" Jeff wonders, watching between us.

So she has shared the traveling story with him. It hasn't been a full day she has known him.

"Eleanor," I reply, keeping my annoyance at bay.

By knowing her for so long, she won't utter a word while I'm around. Anger boils my blood and I press my mouth to a thin line, I must keep it in check before it makes everything worse between me and her.

"Well, it's an amazing plan, but obviously, great minds have great ideas," he says with a bright smile.

I clench my fists in my pockets, fantasizing about punching him. Not that I could take him down physically, the dude was in our highschool's football team! He can crush every bone in my body and I might only break his nose, if I get lucky. Never pick a fight with someone bigger than yourself. And don't let it cross your mind if the guy is more muscle than bone, even if the most important person in your life is at stake. I've seen ample incidents to know that. There's always an alternative approach to skip physical fights, a better option. Such as finding a way to electrocute him without causing suspicion. Just enough to make his sorry ass stay away from her.

Eleanor offers him a weak smile as she shifts with discomfort.

I wonder if she enjoys guys flirting with her, Dylan is an obvious flirter and she doesn't seem to mind it. But I had assumed she isn't the type who relishes this kind of attention. Maybe she deciphers them to random compliments.

"I wish I had that much time though, with work and all, it's impossible," he adds.

Fucking showoff.

"Where did you study?" he questions in a mocking tone, turning back to me.

Who the hell he thinks he is? "Stanford," I answer. He widens his eyes, raising his eyebrows.

"You both went to the same place?" he asks with a ridiculous amount of surprise.

"Yeah, didn't you know Stanford is not an all girls' college?" I furrow my brows in fake confusion, tilting my head to the side, holding his gaze as I pull myself to my full height and tower over him.

A moment of heavy silence passes between us before he speaks, mimicking my movements. "It was your older brother who died in a car crash, right?" the words tumble out of his mouth in a careless stream, but that doesn't stop it from being a kick to the gut.

So he's the challenging type of asshole.

"Yes," I hold my ground, not letting my shoulders slouch, as I challenge him with my blank stare to break the gaze, shoving the sting caused by his remark into the back of my mind. It's better to seem stone-cold than have others hurt you.

"Guess it's only natural not being used to living up to responsibilities then," he answers with a wicked smile.

I suspect he doesn't realize how easy he made it for me. He showed what an asshole he is in two minutes.

"Guess I'm used to being rich. Of course, I don't expect you to understand, since you might not even be capable to spell the numbers in my account." this should serve as a punch to his face, and to his ego.

He frowns, nostrils flaring. Before he gets the chance to say something, Arianna's cheerful voice draws our attention to her.

She stumbles to us, holding a beer in hand, and drapes her free arm around Eleanor's shoulder, making her lean down to her.

"What're you guys up to?" She lilts, her words slurring.

She holds my glare for a second before standing straight and shrugging.

"I'm going to the other side of the house," I announce, glancing at Eleanor to make sure she heard me.

I can tell Arianna won't have anything to do with me, but maybe Eleanor, for an impossible moment, decides that she's sick of these idiots and prefers me to them, should be aware of it.

She doesn't even look at me. I swallow hard, pretending to be unaffected.

I remove both my hands out of my pockets, pushing one through my hair before turning and heading inside.

I can't drink till the end of the night, thanks to Ari for being two drinks away from passing out, but I could use some quality time to smoke. Haven't been able to do that for a while, I don't want to do it in front of Eleanor, she already dislikes me, I intend not to add to the pile of her reasons... not that I perceive her opinion about these matters.

Sometimes it appears as though I know nothing about her, and as much as I hate to admit that, even to myself, it bothers me more than logic could ever explain it.

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((Please don't hate me XD I know it was too long, but I just wanted to sum up his POV in one chapter, I'll shorten it once the story is completed.

Movin' on, what do you think about this chapter (except for the whole being too long part)?

Do you still hate Adrien?

And if you haven't noticed so far, I'm a girl, so... yeah, I don't know if a guy functions like this or not, but the books I've read so far in male pov move in this direction, sorta. I hope it was accurate.

Anyway, hope you didn't get bored, and liked the chapter. And THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR! Like seriously XD))