"you're not my type"

Andi was dodging partygoers with Marcus at her heels when she spotted Billy going to talk to Petra. "Wait, wait," she said to Marcus who caught up to her.

"What?" he said with a short laugh, reaching for the Walkman again.

She hurriedly pulled it back, laughing. "Nice try. But, look. Billy's gonna talk to Petra." Marcus glanced at the genuine grin she had as she watched his green-haired friend approach the goth girl sitting on the couch. Marcus, too, watched the exchange in anticipation.

"Pizza. I-Italy," Billy mumbled as he walked up to Petra. She looked up at him, but her attention shifted to Lex as he came over in his drunken glory.

"Would it kill you to smile, Petra? Poor, sad poet." The dark-haired girl looked away from him, a deadpanned expression gracing her made-up features. Lex continued to nag at her, "Thigh-cutting, clove-smoking, mardy fucking Bauhaus listener." She had obviously had enough, getting up from her spot and walking into the other room. "Go to the park. Feed the sodding squirrels. Life's not so bad." As she walked through the archway, she gave him the finger.

Andi watched as Billy's face fell. Fuck it, she was going to give Lex a break tonight, but not anymore. Unfortunately, for him, a drunk Andi could handle a sober Lex, but a drunk Andi could not handle a drunk Lex. After he finished his verbal assault on Petra, he moved onto Brandy who had just entered the room. And after her, he decided to harass Dwight too.

"I'm about to throat punch him if he doesn't shut the fuck up," Andi muttered.

She looked behind her at Marcus, whose eyes narrowed at the other Rat. "Not if I beat you to it."

"I still might. Just cause."

The blonde watched as Marcus stepped in front of her towards Lex. "Damn, you got them all pegged, Lex. Looking down your nose, talking loud. You're no different than a jock or a prep. You're just another elitist dick with bad hair and a shitty bicycle chain necklace."

Lex leaned forward, scowling at Marcus. "Careful, mate. Murder school and all that."

Andi grabbed Marcus' hand and pulled him back, worried that a fight was about to break out between the two friends. "Maybe you should take your own advice, asshat," she snapped at Lex before pulling Marcus out of the room.

"You good?" Andi asked the fuming boy beside her.

"I hate bullies," he seethed. "Lex knew Billy was trying to talk to Petra and he dicked it all up." Marcus stopped and yelled out behind him, "He's just an asshole!"

Andi grabbed him and yanked him into the bathroom, trying to get him to cool down. She set the Walkman on the side of the sink and smiled at him, despite everything that had happened, "Everyone at this school is an asshole. Even me. Remember... when I told you I didn't care if you jumped off that tower."

Marcus shook his head at her and leaned against the sink. "That still how you feel?"

"Well..." she dragged out, pretending to think about it. He gave her a playful shove. "No. As sure as you are to get yourself killed picking fights like that, someone needs to puts these animals in their place every once in a while."

"Is that the only reason you're glad I'm here?" he asked, stepping away from the sink and closer to her.

"Absolutely." They stared at each other a second before they both began to laugh.

"You think you're cute, don't you?"

"No. I think you're cute. I know I'm cute. I also know you're not my type."

"Really?" Marcus joked. "You think I'm cute?"

Andi laughed again, "Of course you only heard that part."

"Oh, I heard the rest of it. The whole 'you're not my type' thing. Yeah, I just ignored that because it's not true."

"Cocky much," the blonde replied. She lifted her left hand to brush over his scar, brushing back some of his curls. "So was it your mouth that got you this scar?"

Marcus looked down at the floor before meeting her eyes again. "No, it was my bunkmate at the boys' home."

"He used a straight razor, left the eye."

Marcus' expression turned bitter. "He's very generous."

"Scars mean a lot when they first happen. The impact that caused them stays with you so vividly at first, but then, slowly, it fades. Whatever it was that made the scar so significant in the first place, the pain, loss, betrayal; it just becomes a part of you in the end. It changes you, for better or worse, but it doesn't define you. Take it from someone who has a few of their own."

He looked skeptical at this admission. Andi huffed, pushing back the hair along her forehead. Marcus leaned forward to examine what she was showing him. Sure enough, a long scar trailed her hairline from her part to her right ear. He had never noticed it before due to her keeping it strategically covered with her hair.

His thumb grazed the raised skin as she had done to his scar just seconds before. Moving closer, he dropped his hand to her cheek and leaned his forehead against hers. She leaned up, her lips hovering over his.

"You're drunk," he pointed out.

She smirked, "And high, but so are you. I want this though. I want you." It was the first time she said it aloud without rationalization or some other phrase of detachment afterward. She did not care if it was some phase that made her so attracted to him. There, at that moment, she wanted no one else but him.

He closed the gap, his lips meeting hers. There was no soft, light touches, just a flurry of passion. His hand that had been on her cheek was now buried in her blonde locks. His other hand on her waist, pulling her closer as his thumb traced the thin patch of skin between her cropped shirt and skirt.

Andi, too, weaved a hand into his curls as the other clutched at his shirt. The blonde's head was swimming, her skin tingling where his fingers lingered. He pressed her against the door and she winced as the doorknob hit her in the small of her back.

"Sorry," Marcus apologized, his lips leaving hers for a moment as he turned them around. His hands moved to her thighs as he lifted her to sit on the sink. They stayed there as he stepped between her legs. Andi continued to alternate between running her hands through his hair or digging her fingers into his shoulders and upper back. It was if she needed a tether to keep her grounded and let her know that it was all real.

From this new position, Andi wrapped her legs around his hips. She could feel the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against her inner thighs. The arousal spiked at the friction that was building up. Trailing her hand down to his waist, she started to tug at his belt to remove it. Her body felt as if it were on fire as Marcus' touch was an accelerant. There needed to be way less clothing between the two of them.

Andi pulled back for a second to catch her breath, but still close enough for their noses to brush as they breathed heavily. "I don't have a—," Marcus started.

"It's okay. I do," the blonde said, stopping her attempts to unbuckle his jeans to pull a condom out of her bra. She had stolen it from Simon's glove box when he was not paying attention, on the way to the party.

She leaned up, lightly nipping his bottom lip as he gave her a lustful smile. "What else are you hiding in there?" he joked.

"I will never reveal my secrets," she said breathily. Marcus leaned back down to connect their lips once more. His hands trailed farther up her skirt as they searched for the waistband of her tights.

Suddenly, a pounding know from the door caused them to jump apart. "Ignore them," Andi whispered, pulling him back to her. Before their lips met again though, the pounding continued. "Occupado!" Andi yelled to whoever it was.

"Seriously guys!" the unknown voice called from the other side. "Find somewhere else to hook up! Some people gotta piss!"

"Fuck off," Marcus practically growled at the voice. Andi felt a tingle of pleasure rush through her at the tone. Damn, that was hot, she thought. The blonde crashed their lips together once more, their wandering hands groping at each other feverishly. Marcus trailed his lips down her jawline, leaving hot kisses until he reached the crook of her neck. Andi dropped her head back, panting as she finished unbuttoning his jeans.

The pounding on the door grew louder though, the angry, drunk voice on the other side effectively dampening the mood. The blonde sighed, their moment ruined. She groaned in frustration and she heard Marcus do the same as he dropped his head onto her shoulder. Why, she thought, why couldn't they have this one moment?

Andi sat back on the sink and looked up at him before a laugh bubbled out of her despite her frustration at the interruption. "What?" Marcus asked.

"Dude, you gotta look at yourself in the mirror."

He looked in the mirror behind her only to see his curls tousled into what pretty much everyone would call 'sex hair', his shirt and pants were disheveled from Andi's clutches, and the blonde's lipstick was smeared over his swollen lips. He could not help but laugh too.

Turning to the blonde, he raised his eyebrows, "You look pretty much the same as me."

"I know," she said with a smile.

Marcus gave her one last long kiss and he could feel her lean in. "We could move this elsewhere."

The blonde's hooded eyes met his. "You don't have to convince me." She slipped the condom into his back pocket and hopped off the sink.

They cleaned themselves up enough to walk through the party and get to a more private location. Wiping the smeared lipstick away and straightening themselves out, Andi opened the door with Marcus following behind her.

"Thanks," some Dixie Mob asshole drawled sarcastically.

"Bite me," Andi snapped at him.

Marcus lazily draped his arm over her shoulder as they made their way toward the stair, struggling not to just pull off into some corner to continue their heated make-out session. The bedrooms were the best bet for privacy, even in the crowded house. Not to mention, fucking on a bed would be much more comfortable than doing so while perched on a bathroom sink.

The two horny teens shared a goofy smile as they started up the stairs. That is, until a voice caught Marcus' attention, distracting him from the blonde.

"This dirtbag was coming at me, yo," the two heard Willie, telling the same damn story. Marcus tensed in anger. Andi's face dropped, knowing that look. That was his 'I'm going to start shit' look. It was pretty bad that she knew that after meeting him only a few days ago. It meant he made that face a lot.

He started to pull away from her. She grabbed his hand, turning him to face her. "If you go start something with Willie right now, this isn't gonna happen," she said seriously, gesturing between the two of them. Who was she kidding though? She would still sleep with him. But that did not mean if he left now, she was not going to be pissed for leaving her all hot and bothered.

Marcus' anger got the best of him and he stormed off.

"Fuck," Andi cursed under her breath. "I need another drink."

"You look happy," Saya remarked as she approached the blonde. Andi was currently leaning in the corner of the dining room, hogging a bottle of whiskey for herself. "You gonna share that?"

"Nope."

Saya sighed, "What happened?"

"Fuck Marcus."

The Kuroki girl smirked, "Well, you were trying to, but that doesn't seem like it went as planned."

"It definitely did not," the blonde angrily replied, taking another sip from the bottle. "We were going upstairs after we got interrupted in the bathroom by some Dixie dickhead, and he heard Willie going on about the God damn assignment again, and he just left me."

Saya grabbed the bottle away from her. "First off, that's enough of that before you get sick. Secondly, you and I both know why Willie talking about that is a trigger for Marcus. We're not morons, even if we're drunk."

"I know," Andi whined. And she did. Between Marcus' attitude change every time the story came up and the flawed details in Willie's account, it was not hard to piece together that Marcus was involved and got none of the credit. The brunet boy was obviously stressing out about it. "We were so close though."

Saya rolled her eyes with the hint of a smile, "There is still time. The night is young and it's not too late to get laid." She took a sip from the bottle.

"You're right," Andi told her.

"I'm always right."

"Okay, settle down. Try not to get too full of yourself." The girls laughed as they shared the bottle of whiskey and watched as their peers made fools of themselves, cracking jokes to each other all the while.

Andi watched Simon as he played beer pong with a random selection of people. She was glad he managed not to get in Viktor's face for the rest of the party so far. Speaking of the Russian, he was playing spin the bottle with Brandy and a few others from their respective gangs. Even Lex had managed to stop harassing everyone for the moment, instead of appearing to be mingling civilly. Andi guessed that was a first.

"I wish Maria was here," Andi blurted out.

Saya nodded. "Me too. But she has Chico 'under control'..."

Andi rolled her eyes. "God, I want to kill that bastard."

"Who doesn't?"

"True."

Saya motioned to Simon across the room. "You know that's also part of the reason he's acting like an overprotective douche lately, right? He cares about you and Maria more than anyone else at King's. He feels helpless when it comes to protecting her so he tries to overcompensate with you. His intentions are usually better than his executions."

Andi smirked at Saya, "You're so wise and insightful Saya."

"Whatever," the Kuroki girl said, shaking her head with a smile. She pushed off the wall and held a hand out to the blonde. "C'mon, let's go beat Simon's ass at beer pong as payback."

Andi laughed and took Saya's hand, letting her lead the way.

I was so worried about this chapter, and I still am. This is my first time really writing a 'steamy' scene and I don't know how I feel about it. I hope it turned out okay. It was just one of those things where I could imagine what I wanted to happen, but when it came to actually writing it, I struggled hardcore.

I was going to get this up last night too, but I couldn't write that scene at work, lol. I was not able to get in the right mindset, obviously.

Anyway, I hope you like it since my perfectionist mind is very unsure of itself!

Let me know what you think!