THE BEGINNING OF a new semester was exactly what Jean needed. This year she was determined to completely turn herself around. She had promised herself that she would let go of the innocent young girl—not quite promised but rather had forced herself to let go of that. Especially after her freshman year, but everyone learns right?

She was thankful that she didn't have to endure any of the incoming freshman endeavors. Especially the part where the freshman had to stay overnight and be awaken at the ass crack of dawn by a resident advisor for some kind of bonding activity.

That was in the past... Along with other things.

Now she has the privilege of entering her dorm room and exploring whatever her heart desires. Her room was surprisingly bigger than the room she had the year before. Luck must've been on her side because when she entered the sleeping area both beds were empty which meant she got to choose which bed she wanted.

She made her way over to the twin bed on the right side of the room and placed her belongings on top of the mattress.

The door suddenly opened and a voice came with it. "No yeah that's what I was saying."

One side of her shoulder was scrunched up to her ear to hold her phone in place while her hands were occupied with two boxes. Her dark hair was up in a somewhat messy bun and a front piece of her hair was swept to the side. She had dark eyebrows that were perfect as if she had just gotten them threaded and her lashes were naturally full.

"I guess the Beta Delta boys just let anyone hit cause I promise girl you are the baddest he's ever had," she put her boxes down on her bed. Her hand took the place of her shoulder, "I say you go the Enhypen party just to show him that you can fuck whoever you want too."

Her free hand was on her hip and she hummed a couple of times in agreement before ending the call with her friend, "Okay sounds good. I'll see you later, bye."

As Jean unboxes her belongings she lets out a little laugh. "You're friend got fucked over?"

The dark haired brunette shoves her phone in her back pocket and begins to unload her belongings as well. "Yes," she sighs and stops herself from unpacking and turns to Jean. "And it was by a girl who's been ran through!"

Jean puts her things in the extra storage beneath her bed. "Trust me, I know exactly what that's like." She scoffs and smirks.

"What's up with guys these days thinking they can put their penis into every breathing thing and get away with it?" She angrily takes the rest of her belongings out. With both hands on her hips she continues, "Sorry, cheaters just get me going."

Jean folds her empty box and laughs. "No worries," she holds her hand out for the brunette to shake, "Jean."

"Ariah," she shakes Jean's hand. "Again, sorry about that phone call that probably wasn't the best first impression."

"Don't worry about it," Jean plopped herself on her bed. "What's your major?"

"Public relations," she continues to put her belongings away. "And you?"

"Psychology." Jean swings her feet and hums, "So about that party you mentioned?"

A party was exactly what Jean needed. If she was gonna put forth any effort into becoming a new person she was going to need to jump in head first. One thing old Jean wouldn't do was go to a welcome party, or any kind of party as a matter of fact.

Ariah laughs and turns her head to Jean, "You sure you want to tag along? Enhypen parties are another level."

The Enhypen frat was definitely one to be talked about. Heeseung had talked about it all the time because a couple of his friends were in the fraternity. They were full of legacies and guys with trust funds. But just because his friends are throwing the party doesn't mean she can't go, especially if it meant that his best friend was there considering he was apart of Enhypen. What better revenge than hooking up with your ex's best friend?

Jean smiled. "That's exactly what I need."

"I like you already Jean." Ariah smiles at her and checks the clock on her phone, "We still have a while before the party starts so I say we get a little pregame in after we fix our dorm."

Jean hops off her bed and opens the taped box she left unoccupied on the floor. She pulls out a bottle of Pink Whitney and Tito's. "I came prepared."

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Eccentric laughs fill Ariah and Jean's dorm room as Ariah continues to fill Jean and her friend's shot glasses and spilling a few drops on the floor.

"And then I walked into the room and saw his penis about to go in," Ariah's friend, Dylan, drank the shot before she continuing, "and his face! I swear as soon as he saw me his face went pale and his dick went soft!"

Ariah and Jean laugh as they take their third shot. Jean checked the time on her phone before standing up, slightly unbalanced, and pulled her skirt down.

"It's time to go!" Jean slurs.

Ariah and Dylan unsteadily stand up and follow Jean to the dorm entrance. Jean claps her hands and the attention falls to her.

"Tonight is about showing your ex that you don't give a fuck about him," she grabs the Pink Whitney bottle that's somehow halfway already. "One more shot for the road!"

Jean pours the liquor into her mouth and passes the bottle to Ariah and Dylan who do them same. They put the bottle on the ground and make their very tipsy exit out of their dorm building.

Thank the lord for Jean's luck that the Enhypen frat is only a few blocks from the dorm or it would've been likely the girls would've passed out before they had even gotten to the entrance.

The three girls interlocked their arms as they stepped up the porch steps, music blasting through the front door. A tall, tan, silver haired guy stood beside the front door, blocking it from unwanted visitors.

Jean locked eyes with him. There was something so familiar about his face. His eyes, nose, mouth. They were so familiar. Except for his hair. That was all it took for tipsy Jean to dismiss the thought and convince herself it couldn't be anyone she knew because of his obvious dyed hair.

He looked her up and down, along with her friends. Jean smiled at him. "You guys can go in."

Jean leads the way and walks right into the kitchen and immediately fixes herself a shot, downing it the second it's full to the brim.

"I'm gonna go help Dylan find prospects," Ariah screamed into Jean's ear as she continued to pour another shot. "If you need us we'll probably be upstairs!"

Jean nodded as she downed the shot. She blinked and the two girls were gone. Jean shrugged and walked to the living room, scanning for a certain someone for herself.

"Long time no see Jean," a voice spoke over her shoulder.

She turned around to face a blond. His lips plump and cheeks slightly red from the warmness of the house.

There was no doubt in Jean's mind that she was about to get exactly what she had came for.