High Infidelity by Taylor Swift

I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around, dancing around it, high infidelity.

Travelling from Texas back to Massachusetts is a particularly depressing flight when you're flying alone. I flew the whole way with my headphones and an eye mask on, trying to drown out the screaming children around me and the bright lights of the sky breaking through the window. 

Avery offered to have someone fly me back in her private jet, but I'm pretty sure that's just her trying to convince me to take some security back with me. I've made it abundantly clear I can defend myself. 

Ever since I got that call from 'Danny' my nerves have been settled. I've been informed it was likely AI, and someone pranking me. It calmed me down a lot from the prospect of my ex being alive and targeting me. 

When I arrive back at my place, I greet my roommates lazily. They're all ecstatic to see me, informing me they've planned a huge party at our place to celebrate the last night of Christmas break. 

I'm ridiculously drained, but they seemed so excited that I just didn't have it in me to say no. Now I'm in my room, unpacking and showing off the promise ring to Rachel and Maddie.

"You're disgustingly in love. You should show that to Hayden and tell him to get his shit together." Rachel growls.

"Why? What's wrong?" Maddie asks with a frown. "He's not even had sex with me. He said he wants to make it special as if we weren't already fucking before we started dating." She groans furiously.

"So.. you were fucking, then you finally got together.. and stopped fucking?" I smirk mockingly. "Not all of us are as lucky as you, we all saw that video." Rachel tosses a pillow at me.

"Oh!! Oooooh! Jesus Gray!! Give it to me! Fuck! Fuck! Please!" Maddie moans shamelessly, giving the impersonation her all.

"Ohh.. this was our favourite part, Paris." Maddie nudges Rachel, who stops laughing hysterically to join in.

"Please!" She whimpers just as I did in the video. "What do you want me to do, P?" Rachel smirks in a deep voice, grinning widely.

"I want your tongue inside of me- asshole!" Maddie strops. 

"Inside of your asshole? Bold request, but it can be arranged." Rachel uses her man voice again and then bursts out into cackles as Maddie continues moaning.

"Okay why the fuck did you memorise it?" I laugh at my own misfortune.

"Because it's so funny. You're both so hot, I'd literally pay money do be a fly on the wall." Maddie snorts. "Don't be such a perv!" I lob the pillow previously launched at me at her.

"Come on! You just know the sex is fucking magical. Tell us about it." Maddie grins, catching the pillow and hugging it in her lap like a kid waiting for a bed time story.

"Tell you about it?" I repeat astounded.

"Who's on top? Whats his cum face like? Is he kinky? Have you guys done anal? Do you guys have phone sex when we aren't around?" She jokes. "Show us his rhythm on the pillow!" She exclaims.

"You're seriously fucked up." I giggle, tossing the final contents of my suitcase down in my wash bag and flopping back onto my bed between them.

"You think I'm joking?!" Maddie squeals, laughing as she hits me with the pillow. An impromptu pillow fight starts between the three of us.

"Okay! Okay ask me sensible questions and I'll answer them!" I agree in a final plea of desperation when they're both attacking me with pillows.

"Is he good?" Rachel asks. "You saw the video." I shrug with a smirk. They start screeching like children.

"Spit or swallow?" Maddie smirks. "You're disgusting!" I scold. "Swallow." I mutter with a small smile.

"Favourite positions?" Rachel raises a brow. "Missionary." I flush red.

"Is he like.. Dom or Sub?" Maddie whispers.

I cover my face with my hands. "We sort of swap? I mean most of the time he's dominant, but sometimes I am?" I laugh.

"You guys are so freaky!" She laughs, smacking me with the pillow again.

"Oh please! My bedroom is right next to yours, the walls are thin! I've heard Tristan handcuffing you to the headboard you dirty girl." I interject teasingly.

"Yeah, Tris keeps asking when Bronco is coming back to Harvard." Maddie reminds me with a mocking smirk.

"Gray is never living that nickname down." I snort. "Tell Bronco's ex roommate that he won't be coming back." I add.

"I swear I love him, but I don't know how he got into Harvard. I mean he's so fucking smart in tests but his common sense is seriously concerning." She laughs, referring to her boyfriend.

"Bless him, I swear mental age regression is a serious issue." Wyatt appears in our doorway, wearing nothing but a neon yellow speedo and a mesh tank top.

The three of us gape at him initially, and then Maddie snorts. I slap a hand over her mouth, composing myself. "What are you wearing?" I ask, trying to conceal my laugh.

"The party's theme is festival. Just be lucky I didn't go with the thong." He says with dead seriousness.

I physically can't contain it anymore, laughing hysterically at him. Maddie and Rachel join in, all three of us just gasping for air as he gives us a spin.

Hayden enters, wearing black shorts and nothing else.

"Rach? What you wearing tonight?" He mutters, not even batting an eye at Wyatt's outfit.

"That bright pink bikini?" She references.  "You're wearing a bikini to a house party?!" I laugh. "You should see what Maddie's wearing." She smirks. I look to my friend in anticipation. 

She doesn't answer, she just lifts her shirt, revealing a bra that's basically just stars over her nipples and a bunch of straps. I gape in shock.

"You guys! I was gonna wear my knee length blue dress." I frown. "Take your shirt off." Wyatt orders.

I raise a brow, watching as Hayden closes his eyes, sitting down on my bed beside Rachel and pulling her into his chest with his arms around her waist, still keeping his eyes shut.

I don't even hesitate, just doing what he says.

"Now your jeans." Wyatt hustles. The second I'm in my underwear he smiles sufficiently. "There's your costume." He cheers.

"Okay I'll wear underwear if you all are, but fucking hell not these ones." I scoff at the pale pink and green underwear that don't match.

"Oh my god, I bought a diamond bra last week, my boobs were too small, it would be perfect for you." Maddie squeals.

"What the hell is a diamond bra?" I snort. She scurries away and returns with quite literally just a couple chains in the shape of a bra.

"At least try it." She begs. So I try it on, it puts my whole body on display but covers my nipples barely. 

"You're so hot!" Rachel whoops. "Paris Rooney, if you do not call Grayson right now I fucking will." Wyatt warns sternly in his thick British accent.

"I literally hate you all." I smirk as I slip on a short sparkly silver skirt.

"Okay I'm calling him, only because I miss him. If the outfit somehow slips into frame it wouldn't be the end of the world." I agree.

I call him, propping the phone on my drawers. Immediately he hangs up.

"He is 100% cheating.." Hayden murmurs, earning a slap from Rachel. Purely to prove him wrong I hit call again. Immediately he declines again.

"Shit maybe he is." Wyatt jokes with a laugh.

I scowl at him and hit call one last time.

Finally after a lot of rings, Grayson picks up. I can't see him in the frame entirely, only seeing his broad shoulders.

"Hey baby." I smirk, leaning my hands on the drawers so he can see the whole outfit.

I hear my sister's voice. "Hang up." She orders. "Grayson." She warns. "Grayson hang the fuck up!" She squeals.

And then he does. In an instant he comes back into frame with red cheeks as he hangs up without saying a thing.

"Shit..." Maddie approaches me comfortingly.

"Listen.. I'm sure he wasn't actually cheating.. I mean he looked pretty clothed?" Rachel tries to assure me.

"That skank probably isn't even pretty." Maddie says with a confident nod. "That 'skank' was my sister." I scoff.

"Shit.. your sister as in the one who literally manipulated him into dating her the second you guys broke up?" Wyatt gasps.

"No that's Eve." I shiver at the mention of her alone.

"Avery?" Hayden guesses.

"That's the one." I nod.

"They were probably just hanging out platonically?.." Rachel strokes my arm. "Guys he wasn't cheating." I laugh it off.

That's when my phone begins buzzing. I hit answer immediately and see Grayson smirking sheepishly as he rubs the back of his neck. It looks like he's in a hallway now.

"Um hi?" I say expectantly. 

"Text me next time?" He sighs, still not able to get rid of that tony Hawthorne smirk.

"What was that all about?" I challenge.

"I was showing some investment charts with Ave's team. I had my phone on screen share." He grits with mortification.

My jaw drops and I just laugh in shock. "Yeah, your sister told me to answer in case it was an emergency." He laughs lowly.

"Oh my god how many people were there?" I giggle embarrassedly.

"Only like 7?" He guesses. "But it was a pretty much just 85 inches of flat screened boobs." He snorts.

I turn towards my friends, all holding hands over their mouths to contain their laughter.

"Cute though, right?" I smile, stepping back and giving him a twirl.

"What is?" He asks, "The outfit." I say obviously. "What outfit?" Grayson hums. "The.. one I'm wearing?" I raise a brow. "That's not an outfit baby, that's a necklace." He jokes.

"You don't like it?" I frown.

"No P, I like it. Nobody else is allowed to like it." He teases. "Okay it's minimal, but who cares? You're the only one who'll ever see what's under it." I shrug.

"Not true! I have in fact seen what's under it!" Jameson teases from off camera. 

"Bite your tongue or I'll cut it off." Grayson warns. All I hear is Jameson's proud laughter and Avery scolding him. 

"If you really don't want me wearing it, I won't." I settle. "I'm messing with you, P. Wear what you want. You look great." He says nonchalantly. "Make sure to send me photos." He winks.

"Oh I know exactly what you'll use those photos for, mate!" Wyatt guffaws.

"Don't be embarrassed man, I would too." Hayden snorts, to which Rachel suffocates him with a pillow.

"Okay, I gotta go. Text me later. Have a good night." He finishes. "Love you." I grin. "You too." He replies.

The party is incredible. Until it isn't. Drunk out my mind, I'm on the couch beside Hayden. 

"You don't like this song?!" I scream over Ariana Grande's blaring voice that's currently bouncing through the speakers. "Ariana's too mainstream." He argues. "Just because she's popular doesn't mean she isn't fucking incredible!" I yell.

"If she does one more whistle note I'll cry." He deadpans. "Get your tissues ready." I snort, singing along to the extremely high notes. The drunk haze making me think I'm even remotely close to hitting the notes when in reality I just sound like a tortured animal.

That's when Hayden leans in, kissing me and making out with me. I gasp against his lips for a moment, not entirely sure this is real and not just a drunk hallucination. 

We must've kissed for about 5 seconds total before I realized what was even happening and shoved him off. 

"You're dating Rachel!?!" I scream furiously. "Wait.. You aren't Rach?" His face drops with horror.

"Oh my god you're so drunk! Go to bed!" I cackle. "You let me kiss you!" He yelps. "I'm fucking wasted too!" I continue laughing hysterically, throwing myself off the coach and wobbling my way upstairs to my room.

Sinking into my bed I sigh and immediately fall into a deep slumber.

Waking up in the morning with the worst hangover of my life, makeup soaking my pillow and a pounding headache. 

The diamond bra is digging deep into my skin, so much so that I feel like fucking orgasming when I peel it off. Throwing on a sweatshirt I stole from Grayson, I rub my eyes and finally make it back to earth once everything stops spinning.

I slip into the bathroom, feeling cramps and immediately knowing my period has arrived.

Looking around my room with thoughtless eyes when I get out of the bathroom, I find myself staring at a photo of Grayson and I framed on the wall. It's one of my favourite photos of us together. He's standing behind me with his arms around my waist and his face in the crook of my neck. We're both laughing.

I squint my eyes with confusion. My entire face is burned. Like fully set ablaze and burned off. 

My heart pound as I approach it, noting that the frame is completely intact so whoever did this maliciously removed the photo, burned my face off and then put it back.

Shivering I walk towards the mirror, starting to wipe off my day old makeup. That's when I notice my photo with Avery, Libby and I has bene cut right down the middle so it's just Avery and Libby.

My blood runs cold. I direct my attention to every other photo in my room, scouring to see if any of the others are.

That's when I notice. My photo wall. Every single photo. I'm either burned by a lighter, cut out, scratched out or scribbled over.

"Guys! Guys!" I scream with horror, racing out of my room and down the staircase. Everyone is hunched over in the kitchen, hungover and clutching their heads at my yells.

"Oh here's the whore!" Rachel snaps when she sees me. "Rach!" Hayden warns. 

"Huh?" I furrow my brows with confusion. 

"You kissed my boyfriend!" She accuses. "I was drunk.. He thought I was you, and I'm pretty sure I passed out at some point during the 5 second kiss." I scoff.

"You still kissed him!" She says with hurt. "He kissed me. And even if I did kiss him, what kind of fucking psychopath invades someone's bedroom whilst they're sleeping and carefully takes them out of every fucking photo!" I boom.

"Yeah well-" Rachel freezes and blinks at me. "I didn't do that." She says flatly.

"Then who the fuck did Rach?" I grit. "I don't know." She throws her arms up.

"Both of you calm down. Rachel, your boyfriend and friend getting drunk isn't worth all this yelling, especially considering my headache that you're amplifying. And even more so because you literally stripped butt naked last night dancing because of how drunk you were. Both of which incidents were caught on camera and will haunt you guys forever." Maddie settles.

"I wish I was sober enough to remember that." Hayden smirks, poking his girlfriend's ribs.

"And Paris, none of us snuck into your room and took you out of all your photos?" Maddie furrows her brows. 

"Someone did.. and what do you mean about it being caught on camera?" I blink.

They all look around one another. "Go text your boyfriend babe." Wyatt frowns sympathetically.

I race to my room and find there is in fact a video going viral, the whole kiss recorded but cut off right before I pushed him off.

I have like a million texts, but the only ones I check are from Grayson.

Grayson: Call me.

Two words. Every time I read them they sound more furious in my head. I hit call and listen to the torturous ringing.

"Hello?" He speaks calmly. "Hey." I try to be casual. "How's your day?" I try.

"Don't. Skip the small talk. Just explain." He orders firmly.

"I swear to God, we were both drunk out of our minds. He kissed me, thinking I was Rachel. And I let him because I was so out of it I didn't comprehend what was happening. A second after that video ended I pushed him away and went straight to bed. And now I have the worst hangover and I just got my period, so please don't yell." I beg desperately.

He listens calmly, he doesn't butt in once.

"There's some aspirin in the front pouch of your suitcase. Take two, have a shower, drink water and use lip balm, because you always complain that your lips are chapped when you get your period. I'll get that video taken down." Grayson sighs calmly, not even remotely angry.

"You're not mad?" I smile happily as I strip off and fill my bathtub. 

"I knew there'd be an explanation. Just as long as you're okay." He says.

"I mean, I was literally wearing your ring in the photo, if I was going to cheat on you, I would at least take it off." I laugh. "I feel like that doesn't comfort me as much as you think it does."

Laughing, I slip my nude body into the warm bathtub, sighing with relief when the water hits me. "I'll let you go. Text me when you're out baby." He finalises.

"Mhmm." I whimper at the heat of the water hitting me in the most perfect of ways. I just hear him chuckle softly and hang up.

(a/n. This is rushed as hell. My English teacher would actually kill me for this one. Sorry guys, I'm going on a trip for the next week and I didn't want to starve you all. This chapter was supposed to be so much more fleshed out and detailed but your girl got tired. Also, can I just say I keep picturing Jonathan Bailey whenever I write Grayson, not even because that's who I imagine, they're so different, it might just be because of the smirk? Or just because I'm in my Jonathan Bailey era and i've dragged Grayson in too. Anyway, thanks for reading)