"Oh, yeah...just like that." Alejandro held onto the back of Heather's head as she gave him a blowjob in his dorm room.

"Mmmm," she moaned, looking up at him.

"Fuck," he threw his head back, mouth slightly agape. Heather went faster and faster, enjoying his facial expressions.

"Uhhhh, Heather," He groaned. "I'm going to cum." He expected her to pull away and use her hand like she had been doing, but this time, she didn't stop. He whined as he finished in her mouth.

She paused for a moment, thinking what to do next. Then she swallowed it. "Dios, eso fue tan sexy. That was so sexy."

She got out chewing gum from her purse. "Ugh, that was disgusting."

"You chose to do it, señorita," he smirked.

"Yeah, I know. I wanted to try it out." She slid her shirt back on and got her things together.

"Hey...thanks," Alejandro breathed.

"Mhm, no problem."

When she was turned away, looking at her phone, he looked at her longingly. They had been sneaking off with each other to hook up for the past few weeks. Although it started unintentionally, it somehow ended up with them texting each other whenever they felt like they wanted it. The feeling Alejandro had in his heart was slowly destroying him- the old him. It was like the more time he spent with Heather, the less he cared about him and José's bet. All he could see was her, and somehow that was enough.

"I've got to go. If you want me, you know what to do." She smirked. Heather was almost sure she was being used now, but she never got this much attention from someone before. She was going to take whatever she could get.

"Don't get too cocky. I have plenty of other women who could give me the same thing." He laid back on his bed.

And there it is, I'm replaceable. Expendable. Heather took a deep breath, forcing herself to forget it.

That's not even true, Alejandro thought. She's so much better than any woman I've ever been with for various reasons. The only reason he said that to her was for himself- so he wouldn't get too emotionally invested like he noticed he was starting to.

"Then I hope you have fun with them because I'm never doing this again." Even Heather knew that was a lie. She had said that at least five times.

"That is perfectly fine." I know she won't keep her word. I hope she never does.

"Bye, Alejerkdro." She shut the door hard.

He found himself smiling. I'd love to get to know more about that attitude...fuck, stop it!! You can't fall in love with someone! He scolded himself. Imagine how much José would make fun of you for that! He's never fallen in love before! Love is for the weak. It doesn't exist.

**

Courtney gave Heather a vexed look when she returned to their room at midnight. "I thought you weren't practicing ballet today."

"I changed my mind."

"We were going to watch a movie, Heather. I was looking forward to it. But don't worry, I went with Bridgette," she said sarcastically.

"...Oh shit! I totally forgot!"

"Obviously!"

"I'll go with you next weekend."

"That's what you said last weekend. And don't forget the weekend before."

She cringed. "Sorry."

"And what's with your hair? You look like you just got back from a wrestling match."

"Ballet messes up your hair," she shrugged, playing it off casually.

"Heather, I think you're addicted to practicing. You don't have to be perfect at it."

"Look who's talking, Ms. "I make a list for everything." She opened her mouth to object, then shut it. "That's what I thought."

"Well...ugh, I care about your mental health."

"My mental health is fine. Besides, it's none of your business."

"You're impossible to get through to."

"Then stop trying, Courtney. It's starting to annoy me."

She paused for a moment, taken aback by her tone. If she's going to be a bitch to me like she is to everyone else, then there's no point in caring. Without saying another word, she got out her book and started reading.

"I'm going to shower," Heather told her.

"Kay."

Heather walked into the bathroom, irritated that Courtney was acting this way now. She knew it was her fault; she just expected her to always act like her best friend, even when she wasn't a good one.

Speaking of being a good friend, I must stop what I'm doing with Alejandro if Courtney actually gets with him. By now, Courtney had been on dates with four different men. She'd always tell Heather these long stories about how the date went on the nights she got back, but Heather would fall asleep to them. It wasn't like she didn't care about her friend finding someone- the stories were just very boringly filled with way too many details.

Then again, she secretly hoped she'd pick any of the three men besides Alejandro. She wanted him to herself, but not like she wanted her makeup to herself. He was no possession but someone she wanted to know all about. She wanted to be the only one to know about him, memorize him in every way possible. The only problem was, she didn't know how to express her feelings. It was like that part of being human was never given to her as a child. Plus, she had to remind herself of who Alejandro was. He's a player. He doesn't care about what I want or how I feel. Therefore, I don't care what he wants or how he feels. I can't look weak.

**

Heather woke up the next day filled with exhaustion. She didn't know if it was the mental stress she was currently going through, or all the sex she was having, because the moment she got out of the shower last night, she fell asleep. The one time I get decent sleep, I physically feel like crap. Maybe Courtney is right to worry about my mental health. But I can handle it myself.

She got out of bed to see that Courtney had already left. She could always tell if her roommate was there or not because the bed was always perfectly made. And yet, I'm the perfectionist.

'Hola chica, is your roommate home?' Alejandro texted her.

'No, but I'm exhausted.'

'What areas? 😏'

'If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll never touch you again.'

'There is no need to get angry. Being sore means, I did a great job😏'

She rolled her eyes, blushing. 'I never said I was sore, you pervert! Just tired'

'Then allow me to do all the work. I promise you won't regret it😉'

Dammit, even his texts are sexy! 'Fine, but don't expect me to do anything.'

'I won't count on it😘'

Her eyes widened at the emoji he sent. She liked it-no, loved it. 'Stop with the stupid emojis. How old are you, thirteen?'

A/n- *is almost 21 years old, still uses too many emojis*

'I thought you'd enjoy them, but if you truly do not, I will cease to my use of them.'

'Whatever. Just come over.'

Laughing in amusement, Alejandro got off his phone and grabbed everything he needed to take with him -a condom and some homework, just in case he ended up there longer than he planned- before heading out the fraternity doors. However, when he got to the sorority, he saw LeShawna and Bridgette outside. Crap! How am I going to get in without them tattling?! Then he remembered something.

"Harold wants to take me out on a candlelit dinner, Bridgette. A candlelit dinner!" LeShawna said.

"Do not turn him down! It's been ages since Geoff planned a romantic date night for us!"

"Oh, I won't. I know the food will be delicious!"

"Ladies," Alejandro interrupted. "I hope you don't mind me cutting in, but I have somehow ended up with a free nail salon card in my backpack. It must have been mixed up with a backpack that looks like mine at school. I thought maybe you two would enjoy it."

LeShawna looked at him, unimpressed. "You actually think we would believe a fool like you at this point?"

He pulled the card out of his bag. "Here it is. If you do not believe me, you can call the number on it."

LeShawna pursed her lips in thought. "...Fine, I'll take it. But this better be legit!" She snatched the card from his hands and looked at it with Bridgette. Alejandro took this opportunity to run into the sorority. "Wait-hey!" LeShawna snapped. "What the hell is he doin'?!"

"I have no clue," Bridgette sighed. "It's probably another one of his flavors of the week."

Alejandro didn't slow down until he was at Heather's door. He knocked very quickly and quietly. Heather opened it. "I had to distract Bridgette and LeShawna for a couple of seconds to sneak in here," he whispered as she let him in and locked the door.

"They were out there?" She grimaced.

"Sí."

"Great. If LeShawna finds out about this, who knows what she'll do? She hates my guts, and-" he interrupted her by kissing her.

"Shh, she won't know. She cares more about the nail salon card I gave her."

"You gave her a nail salon card?!"

"It was in my backpack. One of the campus clubs gave it to me, and I figured it would come in handy one day."

She scoffed. "LeShawna doesn't even deserve it."

"If you are jealous, I could buy you one myself," he smirked.

"Shut up! I'm not jealous!" Wow, he offered to buy me one?!

"Mhm," he kissed her again

"I... you..." she breathed in between kisses but eventually gave in. He wasted no time leading her to her bed. She hastily took her shirt off as their make-out session got heated.

Heather surprised him by shoving him onto the bed and getting on top of him, straddling his hips. When I thought she couldn't be any hotter, she got unpredictable in bed. He smirked the entire time as she removed his shirt. "I thought you wanted me to do all the work, chica."

"I changed my mind." She started kissing his collarbone, making him groan with pleasure. His hands found her butt, and he began to grope her. He then removed one of his hands and used it to knead her breast.

"Ow!" Heather moaned. He immediately stopped. "What is it, señorita?"

"My boobs are sensitive if you haven't noticed. So maybe don't squeeze them so hard?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I barely squeezed."

"Well, apparently not, because-"

Just then, they heard footsteps near the dorm room. Heather gasped, stumbling off him. That must be Courtney! "Quick! Get in the closet!" She whisper-yelled.

Alejandro nodded, sitting upright and grabbing his shirt. He frantically got in and ever so carefully shut the door as the front one jiggled.

Courtney opened the door and walked in to see Heather standing there in her bra. "Um..."

"Hey Courtney, I was about to get a late morning shower!" She faked a wide smile. She saw her shirt across the room and silently cursed to herself.

Her roommate noticed and raised an eyebrow. "Well...just make sure you don't leave your clothes lying around in the undressing process." Typically, this wouldn't be a big deal. But she knew for a fact that Heather never threw her clothes across the room, especially since they had a laundry basket right next to the bathroom.

Heather laughed nervously. "Yeah, I was going to pick that up."

Courtney shrugged it off but still gave her strange looks. "...Anyways, I got us some sushi for lunch." She held up the bag.

"Oh, yay! Thanks!"

"Yep, no problem." She set the sushi down on her desk before heading to the closet to hang her coat up.

"Wait- don't go in there!"

"Why?"

"Um...I accidentally spilled glitter glue in there!"

"What? Heather, seriously?!"

"Yeah, sorry. I will pick that up too."

"Let me see how bad it is-" She grabbed the door handle.

Heather ran up to her, grabbing her shoulders. "No! You don't need any stress today! Why don't you just go and take a nice shower while I hang up your coat for you?"

"Weren't you going to take a shower?"

Right. "Well, since I'm such a good friend, I'm offering you one first. Say, weren't you meeting up with that Jacob guy later today? You might want to get freshened up!"

"Hmm...true." She stepped back from the closet. "I guess I'll just hang lay this by my bed until the closet is cleaned," she gave Heather a side glare.

"Yep, I'll get right on it," she cringed.

"Good." Courtney grabbed some fresh clothes and got in the shower. Heather sighed in relief and opened the closet door.

"I thought she was going to come back later than that," she whispered.

"That was a close one," he breathed.

"Yeah, now get out of here."

"As you wish," he smirked. "I'll text you tonight then."

"Great. You'll be lucky if I decide to text back."

"Sure. Bye, Heather."

Her name coming out of his mouth sounded so sacred to her now. Her heart sped up every time he said it. "Bye, Alejandro."

She watched him leave, hoping to God Courtney never decided to have a relationship with him.