**warning: cursing and kissing**

Y/N POV

Billy and Nick had decided we needed a night out on the town, something about being too stressed.

Little did he know, he'd mistake "strip club" for "dance club".

I knew just from the neon letters on the front, spelling out the logo and then the stripper icon. As soon as we walked in, a women in less clothing than probably anyone walked up to us and said she'd wall us to our table.

"Three inches buddy, there's a whole 'nother world out there." Billy said to Stuart, causing him to look up from his phone before he gaped at the girls huge fake tits.

I rolled my eyes. What was I thinking. Of course he'd take notice to her.

The women had slipped Stuart's finger in her mouth, probably loping her tongue around it. I rolled my eyes as all the boys followed her to a table. Neha stood in front of me, her face showing concern.

"Are you ok? I'll leave with you if you want to?" She asked, grabbing my hands. I shook my head.

"Nah. This just proves it even more, I knew he'd never like me. Let's just leave it at that."

And with that I walked up to the bar, ordering my own drink.

Before I could pull out my wallet, the bartender spoke.

"Courtesy of the man at the end."

I looked towards him and surely enough, the man was staring at me and winked when we made eye contact. I quickly turned away, downing the alcohol.

It immediately took over, my body not being able to take much alcohol anyways. I took a seat at an empty table, still in view of the rest of the group.

Every one was drinking normally, except for Stuart and Yo-Yo who were getting lap dances. Stuart's glasses had slanted themselves, moving from the vigorous hips rotations of the stripper. I rolled my eyes, my heart clenching.

Neha caught my eye and gave me a small smile. I nodded back, turning around.

Now, it'd been awhile. I've been dancing with random strangers, downing more drinks, getting hit on. I'd been feeling pretty good until, the inevitable happened.

The stripper that had previously been dancing on Stuart, had dragged him to a back room. We all know what happened back there.

Stuart was having sex with some stripper and here I was sulking about it. I'd told Neha about it and she was fuming.

Knowing her, she was going to do something about it. No matter how many times I'd said not to, the determined look on her face never left. I gave up and decided it was best just to leave. I walked right out the door, to the bus stop, and eventually through my dorm door.

I plopped down on my couch and reveled on tonight's choices.

I was seriously gonna hate myself tomorrow morning.

A couple hours into staring at the ceiling, a knock erupted from my door. My eyebrows cinched. I didn't know anyone else besides my group and there were out partying.

I slowly got up, groaning at the queasiness in my stomach. I trudged the 3 feet to the door before I opened, revealing a very distraught Stuart. Sober me would've closed the door.

Drunk me spoke her mind.

"What are you doing here?" I snarled, disgust evident in my voice. He sighed, running his hands through his beanie-less hair.

"You never told anyone you left. We've been looking for you for hours." He said, trying to sound concerned. As if.

"Oh of course. I'm sure you were trying especially hard. I'm sure the stripper enjoyed that." I spat. He looked taken back.

"What? So what, I was with a stripper. Arrest me." He retorted, obviously done with my attitude.

Neha appeared behind him, sighing in relief. She pushed pasted Stuart, pulling me into a hug.

"Thank god. I thought some drunk took you home." She dryly laughed.

She pulled away, following the glare I held at Stuart. She did a double-take, glaring back at him also.

"You. Me. Now." She growled pointing to a room. He rolled his eyes and before he knew it, she grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the room and closed the door muffling their conversation.

There was definitely shouting.

I shuffled up the door, listening in on the conversation.

"How could you be so stupid?!" Neha shouted.

"Stupid?! What the hell are you talking about?! I swear, girls get more and more confusing..." Stuart retaliated. Neha groaned in frustration.

"Why would you choose a stripper over y/n?!" My eyes went wide.

"I didn't choose okay?! Y/n didn't want me and the stripper did. I see no need for further argument!" Stuart shouted, aggravated. What? Of course I wanted him.

"What? Of course she wants you. You're all she ever talks about, it's disgusting really. But now that you've ruined that, congrats." Neha said, sarcasm dripping from the words.

"Wait... what? She talks about me?" Stuart asked, suddenly calm.

"Duh! She likes you! And if you'd been smart enough to realize it, maybe you wouldn't have completely wrecked her by sleeping with some 98% naked woman!"

I took a step back, breathing all of this in. I made it all the way back to the couch, sinking into it. Stuart did like me? The thought by itself made my whole stomach tingle, but another thought rocked my head. If he liked me, why sleep with someone?

Soon enough, the bedroom door opened, showing a very annoyed Neha and a confused Stuart. She walked over to me and hugged me bye, telling me that she'd talk tomorrow. I nodded as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.

Stuart was still standing in the door way of the room, staring at the carpet.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He spoke, his voice raspy from all the yelling. Or the moaning from sex earlier. I don't know.

"Tell you what?" I asked, playing dumb. I looked down at my thumbs, scratching at the nail polish I'd applied yesterday.

"That you liked me." He stated, waking over to the couch, but still not taking a seat.

I sighed. Guess I come clean now.

"And have you reject me? No thank you. I'd rather stay friends than awkwardly passing each other with out even saying hi." I lightly laughed at the end, trying to soften it.

"Who says I would've rejected you?" He said looking at me. I looked in his eyes, finding sincerity.

"Well, you don't seem to be too into me if you'd go and have sex with some other girl." I said, arguing back. He sighed, rubbing his hands on his face.

"I only did that to try and get over you! You are always on my mind and as soon as I saw you walk into that seminar a couple days ago, I couldn't stop. And you didn't seem too interested in me, so I tried to find some other girl. But apparently, it didn't work." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

I quirked my eyebrow. Was he still into me, or....?

"I-uh... I moaned your name before the stripper even did anything. She kicked me out after that." He stuttered, his cheeks glowing a shade of pink. Mine soon following, the thought of Stuart moaning my name flooding my thoughts.

"I guess we both could've expressed our feelings a little better." I said, giving him a soft smile. He laugh a little.

"Uh- yeah."

I stood up and we both stepped closer. He put one hand on my hip and one on my cheek. His eyes glancing to mine and then down to my lips. I put my hands on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine.

He immediately responded, his lips moving against mine in rhythm. His tongue slid over my bottom lip, asking entrance. I teased him, denying it. He groaned before I felt his hand leave my hip until I felt it squeeze my butt, causing me to gasp.

He took the opportunity to slip his tongue, massaging mine. We both moaned, causing him to smirk against my lips.

"Just as I imagined." He mumbled.