DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WINX CLUB. (I'm getting bored of this disclaimer *rolls eyes*)

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ANOTHER idea that rolled into my head like last night? I can't believe I actually dreamt about this O_O I'm totally ashamed, but I figured I'd write it anyway. Now, it'd be really nice if I get dreams regarding my writer's blocks for my other stories.

Anywhoooooooo, please tell me what you think!

EDITED CHAPTER: It has come to my notice that I made a terrible, terrible mistake by one guest reviewer. So I'm modifying and updating this chapter again. Stella wasn't raped. I'm sincerely very sorry if I conveyed that. She doesn't remember but it was consensual. I don't support love stories which include rapists. So no, Brandon is not a rapist and nothing of such sort happened here.

~ Intoxication - 11:30 PM ~

"Woooooo!" Musa screamed as she twirled around wildly, her dark hair moving around her in luscious, yet mildly sweaty waves. "Come on, Stell! Danceeeeeee!" she yelled as she moved her hips to the beat. I laughed along with her as we both danced together in the club. I let the music carry me as I swayed to the hypnotic beat and danced with my best friend, Musa. I'm not sure for long we've been dancing. All I knew was that we were nowhere near done.

"I need a drink!" Musa yelled loudly over the music. We headed towards the bar and was met with an extremely handsome bartender. Well, I'll be damned.

"What can I get you beautiful ladies tonight?" he said while tossing us a charming smile.

Musa leaned over the counter which enabled him to see a little of her exposed cleavage. "What do you suggest for a good buzz?" she flirted. The bartender winked before telling us to wait for a minute.

I raised an eyebrow at my friend. "Really?"

Musa laughed. "All it takes is for a little skin and boys come crawling, babe. You should try it sometime."

I scoffed. "Pass." I sighed and looked at my dress. It was a dark red and honestly speaking, I've never worn anything so inappropriate before. If my parents see me like this, they'll kill me for sure. The dress was short and barely reached my thighs. So, if I do anything like bend over or lean, my butt's out for a worldly display. Yeah, no. That ain't happening.

We only had this weekend to have fun before school starts. Musa and I are seniors at NY State. She majored in musical arts while I took up English. This bar's has a strict rule that only adults aged over twenty-one must be allowed in. Musa and I are both twenty, so we're screwed if anyone finds out.

If that bartender knows, I'm pretty sure he won't try to get into our pants again. Musa's pants, to be really exact.

For the record, partying like an idiot in a club is not really my thing. I'm more of the shop-till-you-drop kind of girl. But Musa insisted that we let loose for one night before Monday hits. Hence! Here we are.

"There you go, beautiful," the bartender came back with drinks, all the while addressing Musa. Musa leaned in and said a flirtateous thank you. I rolled my eyes at her wild side tonight. She let him whisper something in her ear before he winked and moved away. Yeah, it didn't take a brainer to realize that the bartender offered her to get laid with him.

"Scoreeee! I've been digging him since forever!" Musa squealed happily. "His name is Riven! You should get yourself a date too!"

"Muse, you can't seriously tell me that I don't look like a slut right now," I frowned as I tried to pull the dress down a little. But the dress is just way too tight. I pull it down, my chest's gonna pop open. I pull it up and the world's just say hello to my butt. Ugh. Disgusting. I don't own anything like this and I'm not planning to either.

"Relax, Stell! You look fine and hot! Or at least, the guy over there who can't keep his eyes to himself thinks so," Musa winked while nodding her head behind me. I turned around curiously and I was immediately stunned to see the most gorgeous man I've ever seen smirking at me. I sucked in a small gasp at his surreal features because believe me, I have seen a LOT of handsome men in my life.

I felt a little red in the face and turned towards my friend again. "I am so not gonna go over there."

"Good. 'Cuz he's comin' over here," Musa smirked before pushing me backwards. I squealed as I slipped on my sky-high maroon heels and fell backwards. I was expecting my head to go bonkers any second now but instead, I felt two impressively strong arms pull me up.

"You alright, beautiful?" I heard a deep (and sexy as hell) voice say in my ear.

I turned around and gasped inaudibly. It was that guy again! I've never seen anyone so attractive up close. Messily shaggy brown locks, dark brown eyes, and...and...

I nodded and thanked him but he didn't loosen his grip on me. "Would you like to dance?" he smirked while pushing me closer to his impressively well-built chest. I think I'm gonna faint at his voice. I nodded wordlessly and let him lead me. Just as I started to hesitate, I heard Musa scream in my head. Have fun tonight and worry tomorrow!

Okay. Then that's what I'll do.

"What's your name?" I asked boldly. Heh. I must've drank a spiked drink because my vision started to turn a little blurry and the sober me would never have the courage to say something like that to a devilishly handsome man.

"Brandon Shields," he smirked as he twirled me around. "Yours?"

"Stella," I smiled. "Stella Solaria."

"Stella..." he breathed. "That's a beautiful name."

I felt my cheeks redden as I felt myself blushing. I don't know what's happening to me. I'm not the type of girl who blushes.

We danced together while making occasional small talk. He's apparently twenty three years old. I lied to him that I was twenty one. He didn't need to know that I was underage in this club.

Then one of my favorite songs came on and that was all it took for me to go nuts. I started to sing loudly and jump around in his arms. I'm pretty sure that's not qualified as dancing, but err...

"You can sing," Brandon started to laugh at my state of sudden excitement.

"Yessss!" I laughed as I moved closer to him. "So, Brandon...what do you do?!" I yelled over the music.

He smiled. "I'm a professor who recently transferred here."

"Ohhhh," I cooed. "That's hot."

He smirked and I have to admit that it was one of the sexiest smirks I've ever seen. I was feeling floaty and extraordinarily happy for some reason. "Brandon...!" I sang.

"Are you always this high?" he smirked as we both danced.

"Aren't you?!" I chirped feeling way too floaty and light-headed. I leaned into his handsome face with a wide smile on my face. He laughed at my response and shook his head in amusement.

"Did you drug me?" I asked as I pouted. "I think I'm starting to see doubles."

My vision's too blurry at the moment, but I'm pretty sure he raised an eyebrow. His surprise wore off and he leaned in slowly. He placed a palm over my cheek and moved his lips to the side of my head. "Tempting, but no. I don't need a drug to get you in my bed," he smirked in my ear before his grip on my waist softly tightened.

He leaned back with the same smirk playing on his lips. And for some reason, I couldn't keep my eyes off of his lips or his face. I've never met a man so captivating and so strikingly attractive. "You're really handsome, you know that?" I said sweetly. He raised another eyebrow in amusement. He looked as if he had a cocky reply to that but I couldn't control myself. I launched myself at him and crashed my lips to his. I moaned into his lips when he pulled me closer to his warm chest.

The world revolved around me but I didn't care. I was fully aware of the sensations he gave me and I was enjoying every second of it.

...

~ 7:00 AM ~

I moaned loudly when I felt cruel sunlight prick my eyelids with a blinding light. I dug myself deeper underneath the covers. I yawned and hugged myself underneath the covers. My hands felt icy cold on my bare stomach. I grumbled in annoyance as I tried to pull my shirt down only to realize that I don't have one. I gasped and instantly opened my eyes in horror. I bolted up straight and looked at myself underneath the covers only to see that I'm...naked.

I gasped loudly at my undressed state. My lips quivered as tears started to pool in my eyes. Last night...

I remember...I remember dancing with what's-the-guy's-name and...and...and that's it. I don't remember anything after that. I shakily turned to my side and bit my cheek to stop the scream from coming out. Brandon.

Now I remember. I kissed him first and I...I...

I shut my eyes while a few more tears leaked out. I was the one who acted like a desperate slut last night.

He lay beside me, completely shirtless, with one hand underneath his head and the other on his waist.

Tears glistened in my eyes as I looked at him with nothing but disdain and hate. And I don't even know why. It's not his fault. Not completely anyway. I tried not to cry because...because...I just had...

"Oh my god...what have I done?!" I thought in horror. I put my head into my hands as it throbbed at my apparent hangover. Blurry flashes invaded my vision as I recalled us tumbling into his room. This room, to be exact. I shook my head, trying to clear that out. I don't need to revisit the horror I've created for myself.

I had sex with a stranger. I tried not to cry because I've never felt so ashamed in my life before. I never felt so irresponsible and stupid before. I looked around the room teary-eyed where clothes lay scattered around the floor in messy piles. Hot tears slipped from my brown eyes while my vision blurred messily. I scrambled out of bed as silently as possible. I don't want him to see me like this.

In fact, I don't want to see this guy ever again. I choked on a sob and cried. Thankfully, he didn't wake up. I put on my clothes with shaking fingers, knowing that if my parents ever found out, they'd be so disappointed. Frankly, I am too. I grabbed my heels and skipped over to the bathroom. I washed my face while being silent.

I gazed at the mirror only to nearly scream in shock. Tears fell from my eyes faster at the hickeys around my neck. I needed to get out of this place. Or I'll go insane. I stepped out of the bathroom.

I saw my phone and purse laying carelessly (and scattered) on the floor and hastily picked them up. I looked around my surroundings. This must be his house. I didn't pay attention to the artwork or the interior of this big house. All I needed was a way out.

I opened my phone. I saw a gazillion missed calls and texts from Musa. Tears fell on the screen as I dialed her number. I prayed and prayed for her to pick up.

"STELLLLAAAAA!" a scream rang out after a few rings. "BITCH, WHERE ARE YOU?!" Oddly, she sounded sober even though I vaguely remember her drinking. Funny, isn't it? I didn't drink yet I somehow end up in a stranger's bed.

"Musa. Help, please," I cried as I choked on a sob. "Please," I begged her as I fell to my knees in desperation.

"Stella, oh my god. Are you okay?! Girl, where the hell are you?!"

"I don't know," I sobbed. "Please get me out of here. I can't go out like this." I looked at the condition of my tattered and ragged dress. The strap on the back of my bra was broken and I had to tie it tightly to keep it in place. There was no way in hell was I ever stepping out in such an inappropriate condition.

"Calm down, Stel. It's okay," Musa said comfortingly, although I could sense the seriousness and concern in her voice. "Share me your location and I'll come over right now."

"Please make it quick," I whispered while looking over my shoulder constantly. I didn't want to wake up that guy. I can't believe that I just slept with him. I tumbled to the floor repeatedly no matter how times I stood up as I struggled not to lose it. I hugged myself as I tried to forget last night.

I shut my eyes in shame when I remembered that it was me who kissed him first.

I stood up shaking. I really want to go home. I didn't know for how long I stood there because the next thing I heard was a buzz from my phone. I wiped my eyes as I sniffled. I looked at my phone and sighed immensely in relief when Musa texted me to come on out.

I unlocked and opened the door and saw Musa's red convertible outside the lawn. I carried the high heels with me and ran outside like my life depended on it. I was a mess both on the outside and inside. Tears rolled rapidly down my cheeks as I opened the front door and slammed it shut. Musa immediately pulled out of the driveway and swerved smoothly into the streets.

"Stell, it's okay," Musa sadly tried but I know that nothing will make me feel better right now.

"No, it isn't!" I bawled. "Musa, I can't go home like this," I sobbed wildly.

"You can freshen up at my house. Your parents think that you're crashing at my place anyway," Musa said. I nodded, calming down a little. Musa's parents own this really big musical company and are always travelling. So she's alone most of the time and I spend a lot of my nights at her place.

"I can't believe it, Muse. I can't believe it," I shook my head and cried like a madwoman.

"What happened? I looked for you and you were gone. Riven told me that he saw you leaving with some dude."

"Who?" I asked in confusion.

Musa rolled her eyes. "You tell me! You're the one who bailed-"

"I meant, who's Riven?"

Musa's eyes widened. "Helloooo! He's the bartender from last night. Are you that out of your mind that you can't think straight?"

I clutched my throbbing head suddenly and groaned in agony. "Nope. I remember." I started to sniffle again when reality sank in. "I can't believe I lost my virginity to some random guy, Muse," I whispered while dabbing my eyes which started to glisten again. "I can't believe that I was the one who initiated it first!"

"It's okay, Stell," Musa said softly with nothing but sympathy and comfort in her voice. "I mean...it's a huge thing that you've managed to keep yourself intact for twenty years now." She tried to lighten up the situation with a joke but it didn't work as such.

"I just...I wanted to save it for someone special, you know?" I told her even though she knew. I'm a total closet romantic and Musa knew that I really wanted to give it to someone I truly, truly loved. I wanted to give it to my husband in the future, if I'm gonna totally honest here.

But nope. I touched something that wasn't mine and drank it like an idiot. And I paid the price for it.

I suddenly gasped in horror. "OH MY GOD. WHAT IF I'M PREGNANT?!" I screamed as I hugged myself tightly. Musa jerked in her seat and glanced at me in annoyance.

"You might wanna remember that I'm driving on the freeway at seventy miles per hour," Musa snapped. "Grab my purse," she told me, indicating the back seat.

"Why?" I mumbled as I bend over and took it anyway.

"There's a red bottle of pills inside. Take one and you'll be fine," Musa told me. My eyes widened and I immediately started rummaging on the inside. There was a red translucent bottle on the inside and had pale yellow pills on the inside. I instantly took one out and swallowed it without thinking. I don't know if the dude from last night used condoms or not, but just in case.

I put the bottle of pills back into the purse and tossed the purse in the back seat. I looked out the window, sniffling as I watched the scenery change before me. I'm just thankful that I remembered none of it. But nonetheless, I was still bummed about it.

"Classes start tomorrow, so just forget about it, Stell. It's not like you'll ever see him again," Musa said. That somehow did make me feel better. She's right. It's not like I'll ever see him again. And I just needed to forget and pretend like I didn't go wild last night.

Yup. That's easy.

...I hope.

"Thanks, Muse. You always know what to say," I smiled sadly at her.

She smirked. "I know, right? You know what we need right now? A bucket of-"

I grinned immediately. "Chocolate ice cream with Oreo and chocolate chips on top," I finished while giving her a high-five. Yeah, I'll forget about last night. There's not a lot to remember anyway.

~ The Next Day - 6:00 AM ~

I groaned in annoyance when my trusty little alarm clock rang like an idiot. I slammed on its head with my fist before slowly stretching.

Monday.

I never thought I'd live to see the day where I'm actually happy to wake up early on a Monday. And I knew why. I was still bummed out about yesterday. I took another pill, just in case. My parents don't know about it and frankly, it's not their concern.

I sleepwalked to the bathroom to shower and get dressed for the day.

One hour later...

I finally finished straightening my long blonde hair. I combed it with a side partition and allowed my bangs to fall freely on my face. I smiled in satisfaction at my reflection. I wore light faded jeans and a black off-shoulder blouse. I applied some powder and some coral peach lip balm. There. All done.

Perfect, I smiled at myself. I slipped into my trusty black boots before grabbing my bag. I exited out of my room before climbing downstairs.

"Morning, mom. Morning, dad," I greeted them cheerfuly while moving towards the table.

"Good morning, sweetie," my parents, Radius and Luna, greeted with a smile. I watched my mom set the table. I grabbed a freshly tossed pancake and started munching.

"You know, mom, it would be a lot easier if you just brought me a car," I said.

"And destroy your long and beautiful friendship with Musa? We don't think so," Dad smirked from behind me, causing me to laugh. That's right. Twenty years old and I still don't have a car. I know how to drive and all, but my parents are scared to death anyway. Musa and I carpool in her red convertible every morning.

I heard a honk outside, signalling that Musa was here. "Gotta go," I hastily grabbed my phone and bag. "Bye, mom! Bye, daddy!" I hollered on my way out.

"Have a nice first day, sweetie!" Mom called out after me.

I smiled before waving to Musa. "Sup?" I hopped into the car without bothering to open the door.

"Someone's in a good mood," Musa remarked.

"Totally. My period started today, so that means I'm not pregnant. Scoreeeee for me!"

Musa laughed before starting the ignition and driving off. I was in a really good mood. I had nothing to be afraid of, so my worries faded away by so much. I'm not proud of what I did, but I sure as hell would be screwed if I did get pregnant. And now that issue's a million miles, I needed to analyze my schedule this year.

"Ha! I've got three free periods," I cheered happily.

"I've got five," Musa grinned.

I groaned in jealousy. "Why do you even bother going to college then? You should've dropped out in high school."

"College boys are hotter than high school ones," she answered.

We suddenly started to laugh like idiots out of nowhere. See, that's the thing I love about my best friend. I can talk to her about anything (duh). There's literally nothing we can say that will offend the other. We've been best friends since elementary school, so that's about eleven to twelve years of friendship.

I saw the college in view. In minutes, Musa pulled up into the parking lot and we both hopped out of the car. We were laughing like morons on the way about some random topic when the first bell rang.

"See you at lunch," Musa patted my shoulder as she saw her classmates heading her way.

I nodded and made my way into the building.

"Stell!"

I turned around with a huge smile when I heard my name. "Layla! Flora!" I hugged them tightly. After Musa, Layla and Flora are next in line. "Awww, I missed you girls so much!"

Layla laughed. "We missed you too."

We started to walk arm-in-arm to class with Layla in middle. "Yo, Flo. You got a tan!" I noted as I smiled at her approvingly.

Layla snickered. "You failed to ask why."

I raised an eyebrow when Flora jabbed Layla with an elbow. Then, a wide smirk spread onto my face. "What's his name, Flora?" I sang. I was kind of an expert at a girl's psychology so I totally know what I'm talking about here. The blush on Flora's cheeks confirmed it.

"Helia," she blushed. "He's like...the perfect guy ever."

"Wait, isn't he in Bloom's class?" I noted. I remember my redheaded friend being exceptionally jealous of Helia's art skills. They're art students.

Layla snapped her fingers, confirming my theory. "That's the one."

"What about you, Stel? Meet anyone?" Flora asked, desperate to get the attention off of her.

I immediately paled. I nervously chuckled and shook my head no.

"No one tickled your fancy yet?" Layla sighed disapprovingly. "You're useless."

I kept quiet, sighing at how unintentionally true she really was. Oh a certain someone did a lot more than tickle my 'fancy'. Ugh. Screw my life.

We all headed to the same class: Literature Research. Most of the seats were already filled, so we were left to take the ones in the back. We sat in the available desks next to each other.

The bell rang a few seconds after we sat down.

"I haven't seen Tecna yet," I turned to the girls again.

Layla snorted. "And we probably won't. That girl signed up for all the AP classes available this semester."

Flora and I started to laugh. It was typical of our Tecna to go and do just that. I've never seen anyone so intelligent. And she's also the first person to baffle me by rejecting a full ride to universities like Princeton, Stanford, and Yale. She simply said that she wanted to be closer to home. She's horrible at convincing because we all know that she stayed behind for her adorable and tenderly geeky boyfriend Timmy. He's a dork and that's probably the reason we love him.

"Settle down, class," a deep voice suddenly interrupted our chatter as well as the rest of the class. The class slowly started to settle down properly in their seats and we, too, composed ourselves.

I turned to the front when I saw the professor write something on the board with his back turned to us.

"I heard this new guy is a total strict hardhead," Layla whispered from beside me.

The strict part flew right over my head. Every teacher has a reputation of that, so that's nothing new. "He's new?" I asked with curiosity to which Flora nodded. It's not like I really care anyway. It's a huge campus and I don't know everyone.

I turned to the front again. Well, he was certainly tall as he towered over the classroom. I couldn't help but notice how...buff and muscular he was. His pitch black dress shirt was long-sleeved and was plastered over his broad back and powerful shoulder blades.

I eyed his hair. It was a dark chestnut that was neatly cut and trimmed to the bridge of the back of his neck. Well damn. He was certainly great for ogling and daydreaming.

"Welcome to Literature Research," he said with a rich voice that made some girls practically drool. I rolled my eyes at them. I can't believe their lack of self-control. Oh who am I kidding? If I didn't have a lousy weekend, I'd probably swoon too.

"My name is Brandon Shields," he introduced himself, finally turning around and letting everyone see his face. Many girlish gasps of excitement rang throughout the class.

Except for mine.

I froze immediately on the spot and my body went slack and icy cold in shock. My jaw hit the floor and my eyebrows shot up to the sky as I took in the teacher's features. My breathing escalated as I started to hyperventilate in terror. I could hear my heart beating violently against the walls of my chest. "No...no...no!" I murmured frantically, unable to believe the familiarity of the man who stood before the class.

And that was when I knew that...

"And I'll be your teacher this year," he said with a small smirk widening on his lips.

I tried my best not to faint in shock but I don't know for long I can keep this up. My mouth turned dry and raspy. That's it. I was seeing things because of my grief for my virginity's funeral. This was impossible. This was a stupid, stupid (and unbelievable!) coincidence. I sunk lower into my chair and clutched my head while closing my eyes. I rubbed my eyes in panic and opened them after many moments later only to realize that he was still standing there.

"Present, sir!" Layla said loudly as she raised her hand from beside me. Startled, I jerked forward a little in my chair. It occurred to me that he was marking attendance and in my horrific void of terror, I totally tuned his voice out earlier.

"Amaryl Smith," he read out.

Amaryl raised her hand and chirped gleefully. "Present, sir."

My face immediately turned pale. My name was approaching. And fast. I gripped the edge of my desk tightly as my knuckles turned white. The pit of fear grew deeper into my heart. And I prayed and prayed desperately for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I think I'm gonna die of embarrassment, humiliation, and most of all: a heart attack. Yeah, I'm gonna kill myself with a severe cardiac arrest.

"Stella Solaria," he called out. I watched his body freeze on the spot for a second when he suddenly looked up from his roll call. I saw his eyes move subtly around the silent classroom. I must've remained silent for a second or two because Layla nudged me from beside.

"Present, s-sir," I replied as I raised my hand shakily, finally (and barely) finding my lost and crippled voice.

His chocolate brown eyes suddenly locked with mine. I couldn't remove my gaze from him even if I wanted to. Everything slowly started to fade away in a silent whisper and soon, it was just us two in the world.

I breathlessly drowned and mercilessly suffocated in his timeless, yet piercing trance. And at that moment, nothing else ran through my mind other than the fresh and vivid memory of us encased within the walls of his bedroom...

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Hellooo! So I'm gonna stop there for the moment. I hope you guys enjoyed it? Please review and tell me what you think! Worth continuing? Or...no...?

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