Hi there, this is a story about KC, and yes Claareeebeeaaar, and it takes place in their Sophomore year of college, yes, okay? It's kind of strange and I don't know how well this first chapter is, but it always get's better, right? Uhm, meow. Yes, okay, so, I hope you enjoy (x.

~KC~

I started deeply into the stranger's eyes, conjuring up as much mystery and innocence one would require to get inside any girls head. They all wanted me; I just had to make them realize that, and it wasn't that hard to do. The girl I was working my magic on smirked coyly back at me and I knew that the game was on. Oh she had been easier than the last two tonight, almost as easy as the first one this week. Of course I'd never let her know that she the seventh—or was it eighth? — girl this week.

It was only Tuesday.

I had class in the morning.

The thought of sitting through class at eight a.m. made me crave the feeling of her salty skin on mine even more as I persuaded her with my charm. I didn't even want to hesitate as I connected my lips to hers, pulling her into the closest bedroom and out of the loud music of the big house party.

I moved my lips with hers furiously as we shed our clothes as fast as we could. What was her name again? Alice, Alex, Alyssa? Sharon? I couldn't remember, not that it matter anymore as my mind started to glaze over in pure bliss as the last of our clothes were she and we were on the cozy queen sized bed, getting to know each other intimately.

She was completely unaware of the massive favour she was doing for me. To me, sex was the best thing in the world; it made me forget all the anger, upset and loneliness that always seemed to consume me completely. Sex made me feel like I had died and gone to heaven, multiple times. It was beautiful.

I'd never really had sex out of love, not since high school, but that had dire consequences and didn't all turn out as well as everyone made it out to be. I had a child when I was just in grade 10, and gave him up for adoption not soon after. None of it did any good to my temper, or my upset. Since then, the only way to dispel my anger and loneliness was to use women as toys, sex toys, something that was finally realized and so much easier in here in university.

I was using this girl for happiness, for momentary pleasure. I'd never see her again, and if I did, I wouldn't remember her or anything about this night really. Which, all made me seem like a dick, and I definitely was.

I didn't care.

We wrestled around, pleasing one another lustfully, but I came out on top. I always came out on top. When I was closed to finished, I'd help her finish, then we lay there breathlessly. It was pretty much a routine, except it never got boring, different girls had different contributions. My victims were always left speechless, probably because they were just rewarded with the best sex of their lives, just for picking up my mood a bit. Of course, they should have known when they agreed to sleep with me that I would give them nothing less than the best.

"Wow, KC," the girl breathes, putting her hand on my chest and looking up at me sexily. Jesus, she made me almost want to go again.

Almost. But, that would break my rule: One time with a girl then never again. I didn't want girls to get too attached, and sex more than once spelled Trouble. I actually had to get out of there right then, before her flirty eyes started to think I wanted to further this brief relationship that we had only for right here and right now.

I smiled at her then slipped out from under her hand, finding my boxers and slipping them on. "This was fun," I told her smoothly, "But I have class in the morning, so… Adieu!" I pulled on my pants and grabbed my shirt as she sat up in bed and looked at me, dumbfounded. She started to object but, I just left the room.

She probably thought I was a jerk. She just didn't understand.

I walked back to the party, pulling on my shirt and fully intending to find the nearest exit before Alex or Alice, or whoever-she-was was able to find me. I was almost out the door when I was approached by two very familiar girls.

Shit.

"Excuse me!" Girl number one of the night looked at me angrily, her friend—Girl Number Two!—linked to her arm. "What the Hell do you think you're doing, screwing the both of us?"

Girl Number Two shoved me, "You fucking jerk!"

"It's not my fault you were so easy," I told them bluntly, remembering that girl number three had been easier than them both combined, but of course they were all equally as satisfying. I felt no sympathy as both of their mouths gaped open at my comment. I actually couldn't help but smirk.

Outraged, Girl Number One drew her arm back and slapped me hard across the face. I held my left cheek as blood began to pool underneath my skin—she had quite an arm— and smiled demonically at the two of them. It wasn't the first time that my promiscuities had gotten me slapped, punched, or even kicked. It was always nice to know that girls weren't completely helpless. It made me feel ten times better for leaving them hanging.

I pushed passed the girls and out of the party, breathing in the cool November air as I walked to my car.

What a fun night. I couldn't wait to tell Connor all about it.

Connor was my best friend, and my roommate at the University of British Columbia. He wasn't much of a partier, he complained that they did nothing for his future, therefore he didn't need them. He was just a normal, smart guy. He had a steady girlfriend, and pretty much only focused on her, school work, and occasionally me. He learned way back how to control his Aspergers; you couldn't even tell he had it anymore, aside from a few quirks. He was just a really cool guy who tells is as it is.

I drove back to campus and walked back to my dorm room, room number 162, opening the door enthusiastically.

"Cah-Cah-Cah-Connor!" I called happily throughout the dorm, walking into the small living room where he would normally be found playing video games at this time of night. I found him sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, Abigail. They were cuddled up in a sickeningly adorable way. I wondered how Connor could sit that close to someone as good looking as Abigail and not want to jump into her pants. She had dark hair, with razor bangs that shaped her face, tan skin, and a killer body. If she wasn't with Connor, she would've definitely been on my list of 'Fucked.'

Connor looked away from the television, "Hey KC, you're back kind of early," He said, glancing at his watch and back to me curiously.

"After the third girl—" I looked at Abigail and winked, "I mean, goal, I had to abort mission, things were getting intense." I told him, laughing at myself for feeling so clever.

"You're going to get an STI," Connor said bluntly, his face serious.

"Chill Connor, I'm safe," I rolled my eyes, practically all my euphoria leaving at his remark.

"Yeah, well, I don't think these girls deserve this," He stood up, taking Abigail's hand in his, "It's getting out of hand, KC."

I put my hands in my pockets, a shred of guilt passing through me quickly, "Connor, I know what I'm doing and you just have to relax," I said and, just like that, the high from the night's events, the pure blissfulness of the evening, washed completely out of my body. What replaced it was the all-too-familiar feeling of loneliness and anger resurfacing.

"Whatever," Connor sighed, shaking his head, "I'm going to take Abby back to her dorm," he said, pushing passed me with Abby following right behind. I turned around and watched them leave—especially Abigail, the way women's bodies move while they walk will always be the most elegant yet sexy thing I've ever seen.

I groaned and put my head in my hands after they were out of the dorm. I needed to get out of here, needed to find something, someone, to take away the strong feelings beginning to spread throughout my body, so I could sleep peacefully tonight. I waited a few minutes after they left the room and then took off in the opposite direction I assumed they'd gone in.

I decided that the first girl I saw that was alone would be the one to help me out. I wouldn't be that hard; she wouldn't be able to resist my charm, as long as I recollected myself before I found her. I turned the corner and ran right into someone, causing them to stumble to the ground, the contents of their bag spilling out of her bag as they hit the ground.

She quickly stated picking everything out, not saying anything.

"I'm so sorry!" I looked down at the petite girl with light brown locks that fell right before her shoulders as she scrambled to get her stuff back into her bag. I crouched down and helped her, mostly to try to get a peak at her face.

"It's fine I wasn't—" She started to say, looking up and dropping the sentence flat. My eyes widened as they met her familiar blue eyes.

"KC?"

MMMMKAY, So, it was short, I know, but it's just the beginning, chapters willllll be longer, I promise, please please please please please Review and tell me what you think. There will be more about why KC is like this in future chapters, by the way, I know he's being quite the jerk xD. Okay, review! And goodday! And review! ._. xD