**Hey, guys! This chapter is pretty short and the end is like super slutty but also pretty funny (in my opinion anyways) and I hope you like it and stuff. But the reason it's so short is because I plan on uploading a better chapter tonight since I've been away for a while. Thanks for reading and please review! Thanks. -Aly**
"Luke, just stop it." I ordered, staring up at him.
"Yeah, Lucas, just stop it." Jarrod sneered.
"You can shut up anytime." I said, pushing back against his chest.
I was trapped in between the two boys in an attempt to keep them away from each other. However, I was doing a very good job keeping much distance between them because Luke's chest continued to brush mine and I could feel Jarrod's chest touching my back.
The boys glared at each other over my head.
"Guys, stop trying to fight each other. You're both drunk. It's not worth it. Just stop."
Neither of them listened to me.
"God damn it, I came out tonight to have a good god damn time and your testosterone is fucking ruining the whole god damn thing. Just fucking stop." I shouted.
They both looked down at me.
"Phoenix..." Luke began but I held my hand up.
"Not now."
"Yeah, Luke, not now. Maybe you should listen to your girlfriend." Jarrod said.
Luke's eyes snapped up to glare at him. "Did you ever think that maybe there's a reason she's dating me now, rather than you?"
"I made her feel a thousand times better than you ever could."
I turned around to face Jarrod. "First of all, that is entirely wrong. Second, stop being so god damn territorial. I am a woman, not some toy on a playground."
"Oh, come on! You know I'm a million times better than this douche." Jarrod said, pointing at Luke.
"Fuck off. He treats me far better than you ever did. He's actually concerned with having a real relationship with me. You just tried to get me high enough to blow you."
"He did what?" Luke asked, his voice shocked and angry.
"Don't worry. It never happened. No amount of drugs could get me to do that to him." I explained with a small laugh.
He grinned and grabbed my hand.
Jarrod was angry. "Don't worry about it, Sierra gives better head than you ever could."
I snorted. "Maybe you should ask Luke how great I am."
Luke stared down at me with wide eyes after Jarrod stalked away.
"Why would you say that? You never... We never... That hasn't happened." He sputtered.
"I knew it would make him shut up." I shrugged and picked my drink up from the bar and took a sip.
He laughed. "You're ridiculous."
"You love it."
He rolled his eyes playfully and took my now empty glass and placed it back on the bar. "Let's dance."
"I want to go home." I whined.
"Why do you want to do that?" He asked.
"My feet hurt and exboyfriends are annoying and I want to cuddle with you."
He smiled. "You just want to cuddle? I don't know. This music's pretty good. I'd rather stay and enjoy it a while than just cuddle."
I tried to glare at him but I cracked a small smile. "Buy me a few more drinks and we might do more than cuddle."
He shook his head and leaned down to talk into my ear. "I'd rather have you sober when we do that."
"Why's that?" I asked.
I felt him smirk. "Trust me, you'll want to remember it."
I blushed deep red.
"What are you blushing about?" He teased.
I smacked his bicep. "You're such a cheeky little bastard."
He faked shock. "I feel personally victimized."
"Good. Now take me home." I said.
"I don't think I will." He challenged.
"Listen to me, Hemmings, you're going to regret it if you do not take me home right fucking now." I said, not looking away from his eyes.
"What are you gonna do, Calloway?"
I smirked. "If you get your skinny as in the car right now and take me home and help me take off my heels so I can walk up the stairs, you will be rewarded greatly."
"With cuddles?" He asked.
"A bit better than cuddles." I explained, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the pub.
He was obviously confused. "Such as?"
"What I am trying to say is that if you take me home right now and don't fight me on it, you'll end up feeling pretty god damn great."
"What does that mean?" He groaned.
"Fuckin' hell, Luke. It means that if you get in the car and we leave, I will give you a blowjob when we get home."
