Chapter One.

     Collapsing from another round, I stare up at the ceiling to try and calm myself down. I was breathing heavily, and when I glance over at Justin, he's doing the same thing. The both of us never stayed in bed together for more than five minutes afterwards, and it's pretty much become our routine for the past six months now. Rising to my feet, I feel his eyes stare at me as I begin to find my clothes that were scattered endlessly around the room. He never got out of the bed so that I could watch him, but this was his room. So I never really questioned it.

"Tomorrow night?" He asks, letting out a yawn. His arms are so muscular that they're distracting. I find my eyes drawn to them for a good ten seconds before I can muster up an answer.

"Well I thought you'd say tonight but yeah, tomorrow's good." I finish, throwing my long brown hair into a tight ponytail. I'm trying to somehow not do the walk of shame in front of his frat brothers, but I know that it's almost impossible. They know about me by now and they know what we do. It's embarrassing, and never in my life did I think I would ever become one of those girls to be friends with benefits with someone, but the day I met him changed everything. Could anyone really blame me? He was the heartthrob of everyone on campus, although no one really knew what we did behind closed doors except for a select few.

"I can't tonight." He says, sending me that ridiculously cute crooked smile. "I'm taking Lexi out to dinner."

Looking myself over in his mirror, I try to wipe underneath my eyes to get rid of the mascara that had smeared and look at him looking at me in the reflection. I'm not hurt that he's taking someone else out because we had agreed to this in the beginning that there would be no emotional attachments. He told me before that he doesn't do that sort of thing."The same girl you took last week?" I finally manage to ask. "You're going on a second date?"

"I mean, yeah." He says. "She's nice and all, so I'm taking her out again."

"Alright.." I trail off, pondering his answer for a moment. "Cool. Well I hope you have fun. Just remember though that if you do end up dating this girl you won't be getting a piece of this anymore." I jokingly smack my backside before I bend down to pick up my backpack off of the floor, gathering together my folders that had fallen out from how intense things got just minutes ago. We always get like that though after class. Between the tension and the boring teacher we just can't help ourselves. After psychology we usually come back here and do what we love to do best.

"And why is that?" He questions, the smirk still plastered onto his face.

"Because I refuse to be a homewrecker." I reply, walking back over towards him. "Then we really will be just friends."

"Yeah," he laughs, extending his arms out towards me, "Friends who like to do this..." He then pulls me closer and he kisses me quickly, his lips just gently brushing mine like they usually do before I leave. I roll my eyes from his corny and somewhat dick-like comment and lean away before I blow him a kiss, closing the door to his room behind me. I would like to try and quietly find my way out, but of course that isn't going to work. It never does.

"Reina." Scott Caster, one of Justin's friends from the football team, has a cheesy smirk on his face as he looks at me, his eyes gleaming with delight. All of his other frat brothers that are seated on the couch turn to look at me as well. I knew I wouldn't be able to leave here without getting at least one seductive remark from him.

"What?" I spat.

"You give him some of that Puerto Rican love mami?" He lets out a laugh, all of the frat brothers chuckling beside him.

I just roll my eyes for the third time today it seems like but can't help but laugh a little too. He was repulsive in other girls' eyes, but after getting used to him for a couple of months I always expected something before I left. In all honesty, it didn't really bother me that his frat brothers thought I was attractive. It made me have a higher self-confidence about being with Justin because he was the boy every girl wanted and I was the one sleeping with him.

"Always." I laugh again, swinging open the heavy wooden door. "Bye guys. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Reina!" They all call back in unison.

When I'm finally out on the street, I breathe
out a sigh of relief and shove my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I'd be lying if I said I don't feel like shit about myself afterwards because I'm practically letting a guy use me for sex, but there is no way I can get away from it. Justin and I weren't ever friends before any of this happened. It wasn't like that. One night, at a party his frat brothers decided to throw, I got wasted beyond belief and he did the exact same, and then it kind of just happened. When it happened it was the best sex either of us had I think, because then we both agreed to keep doing it. It was all because of one stupid night and as confusing as it was, I probably wouldn't go back and change any of it.

The dorms aren't far away from the frat house, only about three blocks or so, and when I finally reach my room I was praying that Casey would still be at class. Of course she wasn't though. Instead, she's sitting on her bed with her laptop and just rolls her eyes at me when I give her a shy smile, gently closing the door behind me.

"Lovely." She says. "You look like a sex wreck."

"Give me a break Casey. It's not that big of a deal."

"Reina is sex not that big of a deal to you?" She asks, her eyebrow arching up at me in a disapproving way. "I feel bad every time you walk through that door afterwards because he's not thinking about you one bit, you know that? He's probably onto the next girl as we speak, and I don't like seeing you get used like that. In the end you're going to get hurt."

"It's not like he's the first person I've had sex with." I reply, trying to defend myself. "He's the third. I'm not concerned about getting hurt because there's not an emotional connection there. Don't you get that? The difference between him and the rest is that it's just for sex. I don't care about him like that and he doesn't care about me like that. It's just for fun. Nothing serious."

She groans and puts her index fingers on the sides of her temples to rub them. "My mom told me college would be like this but I just didn't believe it. I was so wrong."

Casey upsets me at times. She knows that she does because when I give her that look that says seriously shut up now, she just closes her mouth and looks back at her laptop. I love her to death, and we have become extremely close friends since we've started rooming together, but she needs to focus on her own life at times and not focus so much on mine. What I do with my sex life is on my conscious and not hers so she can keep her opinions to herself. I don't need it. Rummaging through the drawers in my dresser, I pull out a fresh change of clothes and glance over my shoulder. "Okay, well I'm going to take a shower before that party thing tonight at Capa. Are you going?"

She narrows her eyes at me and then looks back at her laptop. "You know I don't party Reina. I never have and never will."

"And I'm telling you that it will be fun so come on!" I urge excitedly. "Let's just go and have a good time. We can dance, get a little drunk, maybe even find you a boyfriend so you can finally get laid."

"I can't dance and you know that." She pouts. "You can dance Reina and that's why you're always the life of the party when you go places. I'm just more of the white girl that drinks Starbucks and watches Netflix."

I wish so many people didn't bring up that I'm Puerto Rican. It doesn't bother me that much, it just frustrates me that just because I'm good at something it has to be because I'm Puerto Rican and not that I might actually have talent. Don't get me wrong; I love the fact that I'm always tan and I love the fact that I have the long brown hair that girls would kill for, but sometimes I just want to be Reina and not Puerto Rican Reina.

"You're gorgeous Casey." I say to her, grabbing the shampoo and conditioner off the top of the dresser. "Do you know how much I would kill to have blue eyes? Guys are going to be falling all over you at the party, I swear. I'll even let you borrow some of my clothes..." Then her eyes kind of light up as she glances towards my closet. Bribing her is always the way I get her to do things and my clothing is her weakness. I think she'll have fun tonight and also I kind of don't want to go alone to this either.

"You'll let me wear the black bodycon dress?" She asks, batting her eyelashes in a childish manner.

"Anything you want," I promise. "As long as you go. Are you in?"

She was in because we're at the doorsteps of Capa and the music is blaring loudly in our ears, the sound of drunken laughter and loud conversations being heard from inside. Casey looks in her element here although she doesn't feel it. She ended up wearing the black body con dress that looks amazing on her and her blonde hair is gelled back into a tight ponytail. She looks flawless, and I'm beyond proud that she ended up coming here tonight.

"I don't know anyone." She groans, stumbling slightly in her heels. "I know that you know practically everyone on the damn campus so don't leave me, okay? It'll be so awkward if you do."

"Casey I'm not going to leave you, chill." I assure her, letting her grip onto my arm for balance. "Just relax and have fun."

A random guy who I've never seen before opens up the door and invites us both inside, his eyes traveling up and down both of our bodies in approval. I had decided on wearing a short red mini dress with tights and black booties, and as we both walk inside I gladly take a shot on a tray that is being passed around, downing it and shaking my head in disgust from the taste. I don't like the taste of alcohol. I mainly just like how it makes me feel.

"Take one!" I shout to Casey over the loud music. "Trust me, it'll make you feel good!"

She eyes the tray skeptically but shockingly does what I tell her to do and downs it just like I did, wincing once the alcohol begins to make its way into her system as well. I've never seen Casey drunk before but hopefully by the end of the night I'll get to experience that. My fingertips grasp the sleeve of her dress and I drag her through the crowd, past the body shots being taken on the counter, past two girls making out and accidentally bump into a guy who looks like he just finished on a keg.

"Sorry!" I say, my cheeks becoming flushed with embarrassment. His eyes meet with mine and I realize that he is probably one of the most attractive boys I've ever seen. I actually have seen him once or twice around campus, but he doesn't exactly hang out with the crowd I do. We always seem to go our separate ways but right now we aren't. Right now he's smiling at me, his green eyes being alive from either the alcohol or from being truly happy. I can't tell which.

"My fault." He replies, puzzling his face up at me in confusion. "Have I seen you around before?"

"I think so, yeah," I blush again, moving slightly closer to him, "I remember you. My name's Reina." I stick my hand out to shake his hand and inwardly curse myself from how awkward that is. I'm trying to impress him, not scare him off. Way to go Reina.

"And mine's Jonah." He smiles again, accepting the handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you Reina. Can I offer you a drink?"

I start to laugh when he grabs a plastic cup off a tray and shrugs, passing it over to me. It was then that I remember Casey, and when I turn around I see her on the dance floor with a guy, grinding on him as his hands find their way across her hips. Why in the hell did she say she couldn't dance?

"College's finest." Jonah chuckles when I turn back around to face him. I feel like I should defend my roommate and tell him that she's not some slut, but I don't. "Are you part of a sorority?"

"No." I reply sheepishly, clutching the solo cup with as much force as I can. "But I know some people who know some people." Then I give him a little smirk. He seems to like that, because he leans in closer towards me, a dimple coming out right on his cheek. My god he's gorgeous.

"Yeah?" He whispers, "You know some people?" Then he places his fingertips on my arm and gently runs them down it, causing all of the hairs on my body to stand on end. Parties are about having fun to me, whether that be with a stranger you just met five minutes ago, or a best friend that you've known for years. So I'm not going to reject an extremely hot college boy when he tries to make a move on me. Before I know it I'm pressed up against the wall as his hands start moving down my waist, finally deciding to settle on the hemline of my dress that was almost right below my ass. My body is craving more, and almost as if he can read my mind, he presses his lips to mine and brings his hands up to my hair to run his fingers through it. His tongue tastes like alcohol and mint gum, my body leaning into him more and more. When he moves the kisses down to my neck, that's when I know that I need to stop but it's almost like I can't. He's an amazing kisser.

"Reina?"

I slowly blink my eyes open from the kiss as Jonah pulls away, and they finally settle on Justin, who seems to be a little in shock that I'm here. I thought he was bringing Lexi out to dinner again tonight. I start to think he had decided not to until she appears at his side, her arms going around his waist. "Hey!" I exclaim, sending him an awkward smile. "I didn't know you'd be here!" My palms are starting to get all sweaty because I would rather not have the fact that Justin and I have sex come out in front of the people we are both with at this party.

He eyes me skeptically before he sends a disapproving glance towards Jonah. "Yeah uh, me neither. I thought you were staying in tonight." Then his eyes travel up and down my body and Lexi seems to notice because she looks away in pain almost, removing her grasp from him so she can stare down at her shoes. I feel horrible because she has no idea what we actually do, and I know that's exactly what he's thinking about doing right now. I want to do the same, so I'm going to try and get him away so we can do exactly that. After the kiss Jonah gave me I'm craving it, but I don't want to sleep with someone new. I'll just take it out on Justin exactly how he takes it out on me.

"I'll be right back." I say, secretly glancing at Justin. "I have to use the bathroom."

"Hurry back." Jonah smirks, earning another glare from Justin.

Beginning to head towards the staircase, I glance back towards Justin, who has his eyes glued to me. I signal for him to follow but he is mostly staring at my ass. I don't mind though. When I finally find an available room in this house I stand by the opening of the door, and not even one minute later he's darting up the staircase, his hands finding my waist as he slams me up against the door to shut it behind us. My fingertips twist the lock as his lips meet with mine and I'm telling you nothing feels better. His kiss is better than Jonah's because we have experience with each other and we both know exactly what each other needs. As we're making out like complete lunatics, we're also trying to find somewhere to have sex but we seem to be too wrapped up in each other to do that.

"You in this fucking dress." He groans, starting to unzip it. "You can't tease me like that around her."

My dress falls onto the floor in the matter of seconds and I'm trying desperately to tear off his clothing one by one, his leather jacket landing onto the floor and one of the buttons on his dress shirt rips off from me tugging on it so hard. "How was dinner?" I giggle, grasping the belt of his dress pants. "Was it enjoyable?"

"Shut up Reina." He laughs, unhooking my bra. "Just fuck, c'mon."

His belt falls onto the comforter of a random bed in this house, and as he takes his pants off, I grasp him through his briefs, which causes him to let out a moan. He kisses me harder and then moves his kisses to my neck as I free him of his briefs and wait for him to do something to me. I refuse to give him something if he doesn't please me in return. He gets the hint and puts his fingers into his mouth before he brings them down and slips them underneath my underwear, hitting the exact spots that drive me wild.

"You're so wet." He smirks, leaning down to kiss my breasts. "Exactly how I like you."

I'm speechless like I always am, and when he begins to trail his tongue in-between my breasts, down my stomach, right to the hemline of my underwear, I grasp onto his hair so hard that he starts to laugh. The thing about Justin and I is that as much of a connection the two of us have we just wouldn't make a good couple and I think the both of us know that. He's the jock of the campus - and probably the most popular - who would look like a fool if a girl tied him down. Me on the other hand, I'm just not ready to be tied down. I don't want that. I've told him this and he says that makes me different from any girl he's met, but I kind of think of that to be a bad thing. I don't want to be that slut that gets used for sex, but whenever we do have sex, like right now, it doesn't feel like I'm getting used. I know that isn't the case though.

His head is in-between my thighs now and as he moves my underwear to the side, his mouth goes directly on me and knocks all of the breath straight out of my lungs. I moan and try to move my legs, but his elbows pin them down to stop them from shaking. I'm in pure bliss as his tongue works in all of the right places and as he stares at me I get that much more turned on. I love the fact that he wants to please me and that he wants to do the best job that he can. He certainly knows what he's doing. I'm not sure how many girls he's been with before me but I'm guessing that the number is quite high.

"Turn around." He says, getting up from the bed. "Hands and knees." His favorite position, which I know he loves, makes me let out a sigh of frustration. I do it anyways and get on my hands and knees, arching my back just like I know he likes. He fumbles to put on a condom. "God Reina, look at you." He spits. "So fucking sexy."

"Stop playing around Justin." I say irritatingly. "Just get on with it already." I think that upset him because he slams into me, my fingers grasping onto the sheets so tightly. Before I can scream, he covers my mouth with his hand and pulls me up so that my back is against his chest. He never eases up his motions though. "Don't get smart." He mutters, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "I'll pound the shit out of you for it." And he does, his skin slamming against mine as he smacks my ass, my body completely coming un-done as soon as he does so. As his heavy breathing is right against my earlobe, as he's moaning into my skin from it feeling so good, I'm so happy that I can give him this feeling.

"Have I been bad?" I groan. "Bad for you?"

"Reina," He practically begs me. "I swear if you-"

I smirk because he can't see my face. "Give it to me. Show me what a bad girl I've been." He comes once I say that, his whole body stilling and his fingertips sinking into my ass. The way he feels is so good it's like I never want it to stop. When he pulls out and collapses onto his back on the bed, I stand up and find my clothing like I usually do.

"Jesus," He mutters. "You don't want to relax for a second?"

I give him a perplexed stare. "Since when have I ever relaxed with you after sex? I have to go back to Jonah who is probably still waiting for me."

"The guy you were swapping spit with down there?" He laughs, Is that Jonah?"

I look at him again in confusion. "Yes? What the hell are you questioning me for?"

"I'm not questioning you." He quickly replies, attempting to defend himself. "I'm just curious, and yeah, you're right. Lexi is probably waiting for me too."

"Exactly." I say, turning around so he can zip up the zipper. "Are we still on for tomorrow?" I'm waiting for a response but I don't hear anything for about twenty seconds until the zipper is finally in place and I can look at him.

"Uh, yeah." He shrugs, scratching the back of his hair with his right hand. "We are."

Sliding the tights back over my body, I finish putting back on my booties and start to head for the door until he calls my name. "What?" I ask.

"Just remember..." He smirks, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek, "If you do end up dating this guy then you won't be getting a piece of this anymore." Our conversation from earlier echoes into my head and when he starts to laugh, I laugh too and stick my tongue out at him.

"Right," I joke. "I'll keep that in mind."

A/N:

YES YES AND YES. OH MY GOD I AM OBSESSED.

I know I write a lot of stories but i've had this one float around in my head for awhile now and when I sat down to write it everything just came naturally to me. I love this story and I'm so obsessed with writing about them. I also took into consideration how some of you said the female characters in my stories are always the same so I changed it up. She's not white, she's not a virgin, and she certainly doesn't think like the others either. I hope you like the different female lead.

I picture Yovanna Ventura to be Reina in case you all were wondering :)

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