In the show Jason is a reformed party boy. In my story he isn't as well put together as he is on the show. He's not an alcoholic or drug addict, but he likes to party hard and it bothers Aria, his girlfriend of a year and a half. His bad habits rub off on her. Aria is also a little different in this story. She is still best friends with Emily, Hanna and Spencer but she has party friends too, bad influences. She is a bit of a party girl. She never really had a relationship with Ezra.
Chapter One
The music was blaring inside ROUGE nightclub and Aria was quickly losing all her inhibitions. Dancing on a table while swinging her jacket around like a propeller in her hand, her dress strap fell down and Aria's purple lace bra was visible to the whole club of voyeuristic playboys in the crowd, guys who only wanted one thing: to get laid. Aria was drunk, but not that drunk; she had a boyfriend, a gorgeous boyfriend who was never shy about his affection for her. The song ended and another one started to play. "Oh, I love this song so much!" Aria squealed at the top of her lungs. It was Paradise by the Dashboard light, a song that brought back many memories of hot summer nights. "Where's Jason?" Aria stood on her tippy toes in an attempt to spot her ridiculously good looking lover in the crowd. They all came in a group but he pretty much split away from Aria the second they entered the club a few hours previously. "Should I call him? I'm going to call him." Aria reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, she squinted to see the numbers. "Why are these numbers so blurry?"
"Okay, I think it's time to come down now," insisted Olivia, Aria semi responsible yet totally wild friend from school. She had pretty red hair and was freakishly tall. Aria reluctantly flopped down from the bar and sunk onto one of the bar stools, staring at her phone; she seemed mystified by the device in her hand. The bartender appeared behind her. Olivia knew Aria was done for the night. She leaned over the bar and whispered into the bartender's ear. "Hey, don't serve her anymore drinks no matter how much she begs you," said Olivia, making sure she was quiet enough so Aria wouldn't hear her and get offended. Olivia's phone chimed. It was Damon, her boyfriend. "Hey, Aria I have to go."
"You're leaving me?" Aria looked like a sad puppy. "But we haven't found Jason. I need him."
In a hurry, Olivia pulled a slightly chubby girl with long jet black hair out of the crowd. "Lily, Aria's really drunk. Take care of her. Damon just text me. We might get back together."
Looking annoyed, Aria's "friend" of one year Lily, rolled her eyes. "Fine," she grabbed Aria by the arm and tugged her along to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, both girls stared into the mirror fixing up their make-up. Aria was very dunk but even she could see how gross Lily looked. She had inches of orange make-up on her face and thick black eye liner that made her look like a racoon. The lip piercing looked infected. Aria eyes felt heavier than Spencer's school bag.
"Hey, what's your deal anyway?" Lily asked.
Half asleep and sitting on the sink, Aria didn't know what to say. "My deal?"
"Yeah, you never used to be like us. You were the good girl."
"I'm still a good girl. I just like to have fun. Is that so bad?" Aria yawned. "I want to go to sleep."
Lily shrugged, a devious smile creeping across her overly glossed lips. "Hey, I know what will keep you up." She pulled out a tin case, opened and prepared two lines of cocaine on the sink. She sucked a line up her nose with a straw, threw her head back and sniffed. She turned to Aria, handing her the straw. "Your turn."
Having never tried cocaine before, Aria was apprehensive. "No thanks, I don't do that." Her eyes felt heavier than before and everything was double. She needed to sleep. "Where...where...where is Jason? We need to talk about, about some, uh things." Aria was so out of it she could barely form words.
Lily laughed and prepared another line for herself. "You think your pretty boyfriend has never tried it before?"
"He has?"
"More times than I can count. Come on. It will make you feel so alive. It's totally safe. I swear."
Naively intoxicated and with her judgement impaired, Aria did it. Twenty minutes later, she was full of energy as she made out with an equally coked up Jason in a dark bathroom stall in the club. He pushed her up against the wall and roamed his hand up her skirt, massaging her thigh and bordering dangerously close to her underwear. Aria kissed him ferociously and he returned the favour. It wasn't long before things went to the next level. There were some naughty sounds coming from the stall that night but both of them were to out of it to even care.
The next morning, Aria woke up with a pounding headache. Jason was lying next to her asleep. They had come back to his apartment in Philadelphia last night. Jason lived there by himself so it was good for privacy. Aria didn't like going there too often though, Jason's stoner buddy friend Dustin was always there, he was such a pervert. Aria pulled her dress up from the floor and threw it on. She looked around the room, she couldn't find her bra or her left shoe.
Aria walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water to her face. She felt like absolute trash and she had a purple-red hickey on her neck and on her collar bone. Her mascara was smudged and her dark wavy hair was a bedhead mess. She knew she couldn't walk down the street looking like that, as if people wouldn't pick up on what she was up to the night before. Thankfully, it was a Saturday morning and nobody in Aria's family were home and they wouldn't be for a while. Never in her life had she left so stupid, she had tried cocaine, something she swore she would never do. Aria stared at herself in the mirror again. She looked thin, that was a good thing. Unhappy with the extra pounds taking birth control put on her frame, she came off it a few months ago. Oh crap!
Aria hurried out to Jason and woke him up. He groaned and ignored her, but Aria threw a pillow at his head so he became a little more alert. Sitting up in bed, he was wearing nothing but black boxers. Aria knew he wasn't the best person to be around, he put her in situations like this, but besides his good looks, Aria just loved him. "What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Ugh, what time is it?"
"It's 11am. Listen, did you use a condom last night?"
"No, I don't have any. You said you were on the pill," he answered.
Aria nearly laughed. Did he seriously have that bad of a memory? "That was five months ago, you know I came off it because it was making me fat. You seriously didn't use a condom?" She actually couldn't believe this.
"No, I didn't think I had to." He didn't seem too bothered. "Relax, I don't have anything."
Aria didn't like it when he said that. It was almost as if he was mocking her. "No, but you do have sperm so unless you want to take care of a baby for the next eighteen years, I'd stop laughing about it." Aria grabbed her jacket from the floor and pulled out thirty dollars. "Do you have twenty dollars? The morning after pill costs fifty and I only have thirty with me." Her father was coming home with her grandmother later in the day and Aria wouldn't have time to get the pill any other time.
Jason got out of bed and grabbed a twenty dollar note from his wallet and handed it to her. "Relax, okay, people have sex. It's not an evil thing."
"Yeah, and then they end up on MTV while they study for their GED." Relax, I don't have anything, Jason's words rung through Aria's mind. He did like to party and she was curious. Seeing as they slept together on an almost daily basis, it seemed like her right to know. "How many girls have you been with?"
Jason looked a little offended. "Why does it matter?"
"I don't know, honesty. Come on, just tell me. It's not a big deal."
"Ugh, like seven, eight, maybe." He didn't look too sure. "Maybe ten."
Maybe ten? "We've been together for nearly two years. How can your number be that high?" Aria asked, dumbfounded. Ten? Jesus, he was only twenty.
"Before we used to go out. You know, I did have a life back then too."
"Yeah, but you were really young back then. I mean how old were you, eleven?" Aria half joked, but actually feared his answer.
"Fourteen actually." He threw on his clothes and walked around the bed. "Are we done judging me now?"
Aria felt bad. "No, I'm not judging you. It's just, I'm not an idiot okay. Sometimes it kind of feels like you're just using me. I mean, you ignore me for the whole night. You just go off with your friends and leave me with people I don't even like. Then I get a little drunk and we end up back in your bedroom. It kind of feels like you are."
Jason's face softened. He took Aria's hand, and gently pulled her into him. "You know how I feel about you. All that other stuff happened in the past." He leaned down and kissed her.
What do you guys think should happen next? What do you think of their relationship?
