"Walk in to the club and I'm like WASSUP WHERES THE PIZZA?"

Everyone stares at Val and I after his random outburst as soon as we walk in the door of this house party.

"Yo, Val," The guy who live here says. "What's goin' on?" He looks at me and straightens his posture, a smile appearing on his face. "You must be the sister."

"Yep, that's me – the sister. I'm Yasmin." I'm always being introduced as that when Val takes me to these parties. The dude knows everyone and I have no idea how.

"Have you seen Montana?" 

"Her fine ass is in the kitchen with her tits about to burst out of her shirt," he smirks and Val laughs, walking forward to leave us. I hate guys.

"You good?" He asks me before leaving.

"I'll take good care of her," the dude says who's name I am yet to discover says while he's already giving me the sex eyes.

Within five minutes I am making out on the couch with Rory – yes, I found out his name.

"Wanna continue this in my bedroom?" He asks when we're both drunk enough. My slow brain takes a while to process an answer. I was going to shout yes but this new feature has recently been installed into my brain called 'think about it first'. How stupid is that? Thinking leads to disappointment.

"Yes," I say, my drunk voice sounding unrecognisable to my own ears. Rory helps me stand up and when I can barely contain myself I realise i'm on the other side of drunk that Val likes to call 'you're fucked, honey'.

Rory is holding my hand and pulling me to the bottom of the stairs and someone holds my other arm and pulls me towards them. I don't even have to look to know it's Jace. Not because he is constantly cock blocking me, but because there is something about his touch that I always recognise as being his.

"We need to talk."

"Not now," I mumble, looking around at anything but him. When he's giving me the intense eyes it's enough to get me sober for a few seconds. I swear he has a gift.

"Daniels, talk to my girl later, aight?"

"Your girl?" Jace's hand on me tightens. "She doesn't belong to you just 'cause you think you can get her into bed."

"She's my temporary girl," Rory says with a smirk in his voice. They're talking about me as if i'm not even here. "You know, like a rental. You can have her back once i'm done."

I let go of his hand, turning my head to yell at him but before I get the chance to, Jace has his fist in his face, hitting him until blood is on both of their flesh. Rory fights back, pushing Jace and making him go right into me but my body's too numb to feel the pain. I stumble back, hitting someone else and they hold me up. I'm about to turn around and thank the lord for putting a decent human being in this house, then I see that it's just Val.

People have gathered round, watching these two have it out while they record it on their phones.

"Fighting over you?" Val asks, putting his arm around my shoulders and his other one around Montana.

"Siempre, hermano."

I watch for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. Should I do anything?

"Tino, should we like, stop them?"

Valentino screws up his face and thinks. "Nah."

Jace knows how to handle himself in a fight, so Rory doesn't get many punches in and I'm totally fine with Rory getting a beating, the asshole.

Eventually two of his friends step in and pull Jace back, pushing him to the door and basically begging him to leave so they don't need to actually get into a fight with him. Jace looks around, his angry narrow eyes skipping over every person staring at him until they rest on me.

"Let's go."

For once in my life I don't argue with him and I do what he says, saying bye to Val who is barely even in this earth along with Montana who's lip is cut open for some reason.

"I'm getting sick of you ruining my weekends."

"Me? What have I done?" I speed walk after him to wherever it is he's going.

"It's becoming a fucking routine having to stop you doing stupid fucking things and getting you home. I barely even finished a beer and I see you being a fucking-"

"A what?"

He stands beside his car, looking for his keys.

"A what, Jace?"

"Don't push it."

"Why can't you say it? Why can't you say what everyone is thinking?" I yell. I know what people say about me. That i'm a whore. A slut. Every word that defines a girl who doesn't cover every inch of her body and sleeps around even though guys do it way worse than me. Somehow it's different because i'm a girl.

"No! 'Cause you'll use it against me for the next ten years!"

"Stop shouting!"

"You stop shouting!"

I push him so his back hits the passenger door. He pushes me back lightly but it feels like he tackled me to the ground because of how dizzy and heavy I feel, and I end up losing my balance and falling onto the sidewalk.

"Shit," he cusses quietly, kneeling down beside me and putting a hand on my back and the other on my knee. "You're bleeding."

On my knee there is a wound that is covered in a layer of blood and gravel from the ground. If I focus I can feel the pain.

"I could sleep here," I say, letting my heavy eyelids close for a moment.

"Jesus, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you fall and hurt yourself- fuck. Does it hurt bad?"

"It's fine, Daniels. Calm the fuck down. I can barely feel it."

He sighs, shaking his head. "I don't know what's fucking wrong with me."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I'll take you back to my place and try to clean this." His arms go around me, trying to pull me up but I swat them away and get up myself.

During the whole drive to his house, Jace repeats the word fuck to himself about a thousand times while his thumb taps on the steering wheel. Boys are such drama queens.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna go tell Alex you hurt me."

"I really don't care if you do that."

"Lo que sea."

"You always think the worst of me. Is it so hard to believe that I feel bad?"

I don't answer, instead I play with the radio stations until I find a good song and sway my head to the music, feeling like i'm dreaming.

When we get to Jace's house, he doesn't try to help me walk straight, knowing how much it annoys me. We walk upstairs quietly as his mom and sister are sleeping and I sit on his unmade bed. Even though the furniture has been rearranged and the room is completely different from two years ago, i'm still reminded of what happened and i'm still reminded of how much it hurt.

"What's wrong?" Jace kneels down at my legs with a first aid kit, looking up at me with worry.

I blink away the tears in my eyes that I hadn't realised had formed while Jace went to get the first aid kit. "Nothing. Can you hurry up? I wanna go home."

He hesitantly looks down, taking a cleansing wipe from its packet then looks back up at me. "Let me..." his voice comes out as a question as he holds the wipe to my knee.

I nod, too tired to fight it – or fight myself. I can enjoy Jace Daniels cleaning up the cut on my leg just tonight.

He wipes it gently and it stings so I quickly grab his hand to stop him. His hand is warm and soft and touching him makes me feel... all weird.

"You're supposed to dab it," I blurt out when I realise i'm just staring at him.

"Sorry," he says quietly, looking at me with an expression I can't understand, like he's thinking hard. And it's hot.

Shit, shut the fuck up.

He puts his hand on my thigh, holding my leg while he starts dabbing with the wipe. I stare at his hand, feeling my heart speed up. I'm not supposed to react this way to him anymore – I thought I was passed this.

Can he hurry the fuck up? This is torturing me. I wish I could do something like touch his leg and it would torture him, however it wouldn't mean anything to him like it does to me.

He takes a plaster and carefully places it over the worst part of the cut, giving me a memory of my Dad doing this when I used to fall, or when Val kicked a soccer ball in my face and my nose was bleeding and Dad cleaned it up. There are endless memories of my Dad and our first aid kit. My brothers and I played a little rougher than most kids in the playground.

"There. All better," he smiles, getting up and sitting beside me on his bed.

"Gracias, Dr. Daniels. Ooh, that sounds good. You should be a doctor."

"I don't think I'm cut out for it."

"So what you gonna do? You should become a professional soccer player and be like David Beckham. Maybe even fake an english accent if you need to."

"I can do that," he clears his throat, "Oi, want to get fookin' steamin' tomorrow?" He says in a terrible english accent.

"That sounded like a mix between Irish and American."

"Not bad, eh?"

"You need to watch downton abbey and practise."

"I'll watch H2O instead."

"That's australian you fucking moron."

"Oh," he laughs and lies back, his innocent smile forming a smirk. "You're in the perfect position to give me a blowjob."

I would usually just roll my eyes but i'm still drunk and I end up giggling. Jace looks confused then starts laughing. I turn around and face him, positioned with my legs under me and I put a hand on his hard torso, not really knowing why. He stops laughing and goes tense, a reaction I wasn't expecting.

Do I have the same power over him that he has over me? I move my hand up to his chest, testing it out. He starts breathing heavier and with my hand on his chest I can feel his heart pounding. Holy shit. Does he react this way with every girl? I haven't even gone near the danger area.

Giving myself the bad idea, my hand slips down his body until I reach the waistline of his jeans that his boxers are poking out of. Fuck.

"Yasmin," he chokes out when my hand runs over his crotch, probably giving me more pleasure than him. "What are you doing?"

"Shh," I demand, swinging a leg to the other side of him and rubbing myself against him. He closes his eyes, then quickly snaps them open as if he needs to check that it's really me doing this. I have no idea why I am. I need to freaking check if it's really me doing this.

I lean down, putting my lips against his neck but not going as far as kissing it. That would be too intimate. For me, doing this is nothing but kissing is very different. I can't kiss Jace. It would stir up way too many feelings.

Breathing against his neck, he lets out a moan as if he can't hold it in anymore and his hand grabs onto my waist, holding it tight.

"What happened to you never having sex with me again?"

I pull back and laugh, "We're not going to have sex."

"Then what is this?"

I shrug, "An experiment."

"Really, Yas? An experiment? In case you can't tell, I'm hard as fuck."

Oh, I can tell.

"I... wanted to see if you... like me," I admit.

He furrows his eyebrows, about to say something but decides against it. He sits up and makes me get off of him. "That's not funny."

"I got my answer, so it should be worth it."

"Just because I got turned on by you grinding on me doesn't mean I have feelings for you."

"So you don't?"

"Why do you care? Why do you just need to know if I do or not when you clearly fucking don't?" He's angry now, standing up and going into his bathroom to probably get comfortable down there, then he comes back, demanding an answer from me.

"Can you stop being mad? Why do these things always end in me getting yelled at."

"Maybe because you're an annoyance and-" he cuts himself off, "Who yells at you?"

"Forget it. You're right, it's what I deserve." I pull my hair off my face and yawn, regretting even leaving my bed today.

He stands there thinking until his features soften and he walks closer, taking my hands and pulling me to a standing position. I'm led to the top of his bed and he pulls the covers back, getting me to lie down.

"You annoy the shit out of me, you know that right?"

"You deserve it." I pull the covers up to my chin, the smell of Jace seeping into my nose.

He grunts, walking back to his bathroom and I close my eyes.

"I need to go home soon."

"You can crash here."

"I'm not allowed to do that."

"Says who?"

"Me."

"Well tell Yasmin management to make an exception tonight."

"I'll try." I open my eyes when I hear him come out and he switches off the light, getting in beside me in nothing but boxers and sport shorts, his bulge still a lot bigger than usual – not that I pay attention to its usual size.

I twist around so my body is facing his and I pull at my shorts that are uncomfortably squeezing my thighs. It's then I think of something in my stupid, overconfident drunk state.

"Mind if I take these off? I can't sleep like this." I don't wait for his answer as the baffled look on his face is answer enough and I take off my shorts, throwing them to the floor then pull my t-shirt over my head. Luckily I wore sexy black underwear because I knew I'd be in bed with a guy tonight – I just didn't think it would be Jace.

His lips part, watching me get back under the covers but only pulling them up to my waist.

"You better not wake up tomorrow and beat me up for letting you do that even though i'm the one suffering."

"Its no problem porque the good shit is covered."

His eyes go to my breasts when I say this. He eventually groans and looks up at the ceiling, staying like that for about five minutes until a huge sigh escapes him, making me open my eyes.

"Something wrong?"

"Fuck you."

I smirk, feeling so powerful over what I can do to him. I can drive him crazy with this and i'm possibly the only person who can. That makes me feel pretty damn good for once.

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