To anyone whos ever wanted to read a love story about Eli and Julia.

Chapter 1

The Lakehurst House Party

Julia rechecked her phone to see the exact address of where the party was being held. It was a random party. Someone who went to Lakehurst. She heard of the school only because it was rebuilt after some fire long ago. However, she didn't care about that. All she wanted was nothing more than to be invited to this house party. She practically begged this guy she hardly knew over Twitter for the address. What sealed the deal was when she told the Lakehurst student that she wouldn't come empty-handed, so she went ahead and managed to swipe her bitch of a step mom's vodka from her bar cart.

She's gonna miss this, Julia thought as she pressed the bottle to her lips and took a quick swig before hiding it back in her jacket. She coughed slightly, the burning sensation running down her throat and spreading in her chest. Her gag reflexes tried to get the best of her but kept them at bay. Julia walked on, hearing she was getting close to the party by the sound of it.

Walking up the steps to the pretty sizable house, the dark-haired girl recognized no one. Not that she expected to, but she was still glad she didn't. She didn't want to show her face back at her old school or see any of her classmates ever again. The thought caused her cheeks to flare up. She put the bottle back to her cold lips and swigged the idea away. Disgust plastered on her face from the taste of vodka as someone wolf-whistled in her direction. Julia didn't even bother to look at who it was or if it was even directed at her. She stepped inside, where the music was roaring. That made her wonder why such a lively party hadn't been busted by the cops yet...

Inside, the house was bustling with even more teens. The heat radiating off of everyone hit her almost immediately, causing her body temperature to rise as well. She didn't wait long before discarding her black leather jacket to expose more of her pale skin. Julia lingered at the entrance for a bit before realizing it was the worst place to be because of the traffic flow. People just kept coming in and out of the party. Scanning the house's layout and strangers' faces was awkward and felt out of place. The overwhelmed teen didn't know what to do with herself in this social setting. However, she admitted she still preferred being in a house full of strangers than back at home. This house was enormous compared to the two-bedroom run-down apartment she lives in with her dad, stepmother, and stepbrother. There's room to avoid someone if you want, in a house this spacious.

The song playing ended and changed to the next hip-hop song, which reminded her to take another drink from her bottle. "You know there's chaser in the kitchen if you want," a guy with a red and black letterman jacket pointed out to her, "I can take you if you want." Julia looked at him for a second too long, causing him to raise his eyebrow in confusion from her poor response time.

"Yeah—okay!" Julia responded, nodding her head. She pressed the vodka close to her chest and kept it there as if to protect it. Julia inspected the jock closer. He was tall, a regular build, and with light brown hair. Everything about him screamed basic, which meant guys like him always have weird pent-up aggression and take a liking to strange girls like Julia. Girls like her were good for sex at any time and place. Jocks like him never pay her much attention when the sun is out but come nightfall and with a bit of alcohol, hooking up is always fair game.

They both maneuvered into the kitchen, where it was heavily occupied by the apparent fact that all the beer and snacks were in the same room. The stranger grabbed an already tapped Coke bottle and handed it to her, a gleam in his eye, "you'll thank me later."

"Thanks." She suspiciously grabbed it from his hand. "There's nothing wrong with this, is there?" Julia sadly knew of too many stories of girls who got slipped some kind of date rape drug to not be cautious.

He chuckled. "No, I swear—here I'll even drink some with you!" He picked up the liter bottle and gulped down some of the dark liquid. "It's just regular coke." He put it back down and passed it to her along with a red cup. That was enough to prove to her that the contents in the liter bottle weren't sketchy. However, she still didn't think mixing light liquor with a dark soda was the best combo, even though it probably tasted a lot better than her current method of drinking vodka straight up.

"So, what's your name? I don't recognize you from school," he said over the music.

"Julia—my name's Julia."

He smiled and grabbed two disposable shot glasses. He reached for the bottle in Julia's grasp and proceeded to pour it into the mini cups. "To meeting new people," he said, leaning towards her and speaking into her ear. His warm breath caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. The boy gave her the shot glass, and she cheered him before they both cocked the clear liquid back like pros. Julia longingly glanced over at him through her bangs and tried to recall if she at least put on her good underwear just in case it went somewhere with the jock.

Maybe jocks were right about weird girls being easy. All it took was a cute guy and a bit of alcohol...

She was about to ask for his name when another guy with the same letterman jacket called him. "Hey, Luke! Jenna's here!"

Luke nodded in response that he got the message. He turned back to her and whispered directly in her ear this time, "hope to see you later." He winked at her and followed suit out of the kitchen.

The dark-haired girl sighed in disbelief. He was probably already taken, and Julia didn't want to pursue being anyone's side piece secret. She also didn't need more drama in her life. The teen girl walked to the backyard, where a pool looked well heated from the visible steam rising into the air. Beer pong tables were also set up with happy participants throwing balls at opposing red cups. She spotted Luke and what she assumed was his girlfriend by the way his arm was around her. Blonde hair, bright eyes, and a bright smile that most likely matched her peppy personality. The cute couple also happened to be surrounded by a few more jocks, all wearing the same jacket. Julia knew she could never fit in that picture as she walked back inside the house. She left before Luke could think she was stalking him for the night.

Finding a staircase, she decided to venture upstairs, where a long line stretched for the bathroom.

Note to self: pee in a bush.

The landing upstairs has a long hallway with more doors. Julia decided on the furthest door and turned the knob to check if it was locked. It wasn't. She peeked inside and found it uninhabited and surprised that no one was making out inside it already. The night was still young, though. Reaching around for a light switch, she found a dimmer instead.

How fancy...

Julia turned the dial and illuminated the room decorated like a home office. She walked around an enormous desk to find a picture of a happily married man and woman. Julia sat down on the office chair and spun around in it. She regretted it almost instantly, feeling the straight liquor inside her stomach burn and churn about.

Suddenly, the door opened, and she hastily got off the chair in surprise. A boy scrambled in, not noticing her while he shut the door behind him. He searched the room for something specific in a panic. Finding what he was indeed looking for seconds later, the random boy grabbed the trash can by the desk and doubled over into it, letting his insides spew out. The sound was not pleasant, making Julia want to gag a little. She couldn't even fathom the smell.

"Are you okay?" She managed to let out. The music was more muffled in the office, so her voice came out a little louder than she anticipated. The teen was startled, to say the least, as he jumped in fear. "Give someone a heart attack," he boomed, still clutching the trash can. His face looked pale and sick against his dark wavy locks of hair.

"I—I'm sorry," Julia responded, sobering up a bit. He didn't look like he would throw up some more, but he still stood hunched over, locked in place.

"This is embarrassing—I thought the room was empty..." He finally moved and shoved the trash can and its contents in the far corner of the room. She thought about her first party and then wished she hadn't, embarrassing memories invading her mind. "It happens," she responded as casually as possible. Julia was trying to make him feel better about his predicament. "Take some to wash down the puke," she assured, holding her bottle outstretched to him. He merely held his gaze on it, probably wondering if he should take it. Not wasting more time, he snatched it from her hands and instead gulped some of it down.

He's definitely gonna be sick now…

She was cautious of the boy, half expecting him to erupt like a volcano but was instead surprised when he didn't empty the contents of his stomach once more. He never did vomit again. He just kept drinking as if he needed it desperately. As soon as he was done, he made a disgusted face but made sure to give it back to her.

"Thanks."

"No problem…"

The air around them got awkward until he spoke again.

"I'm not drunk. I swear—It's just been a long day."

"Tell me about it..." she said automatically. Her words came out so sincere, they caused both teens to finally take a good look at one another. He wasn't tall, just average height, and was dressed in head-to-toe black. He lingered his gaze on her, probably noting the same thing about her.

"I'm Eli, by the way," he stretched out his hand for her to shake. She scoffed but shook it anyway.

"Julia," she added, "—you look like you need to sit down more than I do." She got up and urged him to take the office chair instead. "I already spun on it anyways."

"—oh, did you?" He plopped himself on the office chair, running a stressed hand through his hair, "I don't think this lovely Christan family would approve of so much fun." Eli motioned to the wedding picture she had seen earlier. On further inspection, she noticed a Bible on the desk and a cross hanging on the wall. It dawned on her what kind of a home she'd stepped into.

"Definitely don't want to be cursed—or smited—or whatever it is religious people do." She's never stepped foot inside a church and didn't see a reason to anytime soon. Eli chuckled. "I don't think they go around cursing people—and isn't smiting a little old testament?" He asked, causing her to shrug her shoulders in response.

Pretending to fiddle with some desk objects, she tried to sneak more peeks at the boy next to her. He was the complete opposite to Luke, which she didn't mind. Julia's interest in him was absolute, from his wavy black hair to unique black sharpie nails and boyish good looks. Her taste was such a broad spectrum that she wasn't surprised at her intrigue in him. However, the bags under his eyes were drenched in the weight of worry. His whole vibe was solemn, which added a mysterious aura.

"So where are your friends," Julia pried, reaching out for her bottle again. She took a second to mentally prepare herself for the distaste and finally pressed the rim of the glass to her lips again. It was a small sip. She didn't know how much more she could handle before she genuinely lost control.

"I...I came alone," he said, his voice drifting off just like his gaze.

Maybe he's having girlfriend trouble?

He reached out for her bottle, and his hand overlapped with hers. She let go and let him have some more of it.

"I came by myself too." She grimaced. Julia didn't know if they were both announcing that they didn't have any friends or that they both came single with no ties.

Phew! He made a noise after his sip and passed it back to her.

"You're drinking to forget something…." Julia added; her bold statement was a product of her liquid courage. Snatching up the vodka, she took steps away from the desk, deciding to lay down in the middle of the room. At least there was an ugly pattern carpet, so the teen didn't have to be on the bare hardwood floor. For a moment, neither one said anything, and she thought he would just walk out and leave her to her lonely thoughts. Eventually, he walked around the desk and joined her, laying down next to her. "I could say the same about you…."

He smirked, but it faded away from his lips quickly when he took the bottle from her hands once more. His hand grazed over hers again and even lingered a little longer...or at least she thought it had. Either way, Julia liked the feeling of his touch. She wondered what his touch would feel like throughout the rest of her body...It's not like the raven-haired girl was planning on a random hookup tonight, but she also wasn't opposed to the idea when coming here. Julia couldn't pinpoint the last time she had sex in her mind and wondered if she'd be any good.

It's been a while...

The thought made her blush. Now was probably her time to act since they were both alone in a room and a party outside. The two of them were most likely not to see each other again. Turning her head towards him caused him to do the same. He didn't say anything but raised an eyebrow. She snaked her fingers towards his hand as a lame attempt to signal him she wanted to have sex. She was too embarrassed to ask the stranger lying next to her. His brows furrowed, eyeing their interlocked hands in confusion. He was about to say something when at that moment, the door to the room opened wide and all the contents of the world happening outside spilled in. A drunk lesbian couple making out stumbled inside until they accidentally stepped on Julia's leg.

"Ouch!"

"Oh shit! I'm sorry," one of them spoke, coming up for air. The other girl didn't seem to know what day of the week it was, let alone that she just stepped on her. The teen girl giggled and grabbed her partner's hand, pulling her out of the room. "Damn-people are fucking in here too!" They closed the door behind them, muffling out the blaring music. Annoyed and her leg on fire, she picked herself up from the floor and locked the door in frustration. Eli stood back up, following after her.

"Is your leg okay?"

Julia nodded her head. Instead, her disheveled bangs swayed along with her action, giving Eli the answer he needed. They stood there in awkward silence again.

"Why'd you lock the door?" The dark-haired boy asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

She met her blue eyes with his green ones in the dim-lit room. "I think you know why…," she responded barely above a whisper. Her cheeks filled with heat, Julia hoping her message was clear enough and that he also wanted to hook up with her. She didn't know how to initiate a random sex act with a stranger.

The message must've been clear as Eli closed the space between them; her breath hitched in her throat as her heart leaped forward in speed. Her hands reached to his face while he placed his hand on her tiny waist to bring her closer. Their bodies joined well together, along with their mouths. His breath didn't smell of puke which Julia was pleased about as she parted her mouth a little wider for the boy's tongue to enter and dance along with hers. He let out a soft moan, making Julia's skin flush with heat.

She wasted no time, taking it upon herself to remove his jacket. Julia wasn't usually this demanding, but she couldn't deny she wanted more of him under the circumstances. He didn't seem to mind, even helping her out at the end. Their lips met again desperately, and for a second, Julia wondered if they looked anything like the couple that walked in a minute ago. She went a step further and took off her shirt in a clean move and chucked it to the ground somewhere. Eli couldn't help himself, taking a moment to ogle at her breasts that were cupped in a lace bra.

"It's okay to touch them if you want," Julia suggested; the yearning to be touched made her impatient.

The boy ignored her. His fingers traced up her shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise as he hooked his finger underneath her bra strap and lowered it down her shoulder. He did the same with the other side. The motion was all so satisfying and yet so time-consuming that Julia just went ahead and reached around her back and unhooked her bra herself. The stranger in front of her brought her closer by kissing the side of her neck. He trailed his warm mouth down to her breast and rested on her nipple, leaving a trail of hot kisses behind. His tongue did an erratic dance that made her cock her head back, overwhelmed. "Oh fuck," she sighed in delight.

A chuckle escaped his mouth from her audible reaction, but she didn't care, so long as he kept doing what he was doing. He moved his mouth from the first to her second nipple and worked his tongue a little longer before he stopped and went back to kissing her again. Julia would've loved nothing more than for him to continue but didn't dare ask him to keep going, so she kissed him back instead, weaving her hands in his soft hair.

God, he has great hair, she thought. Reaching over his head, he removed his shirt, making him equally naked to her. Julia noted a trail of hair starting from his navel that went down into his pants...

"—wait!" She spoke suddenly, startling Eli and stopping him from working on his belt.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" His voice was genuinely concerned, his eyes searching for any clues of distress on her face.

"Nothing's wrong. You've been great," Julia answered, a shy smile forming on her face, "it's just...uh…do you have a condom?"

"Right!" He said, coming down to reality. In the back of her mind, she was hoping he did because there was nothing she wanted more than to be with him at this moment. Eli reached into his jean pocket and grabbed his wallet. "Bullfrog always said no love without a glove…."

"—who?"

"Nevermind—I don't know why I brought up my dad at a time like this."

Julia didn't care. She reached for his face again and ferociously kissed him, trying to get what they started back on track. Maneuvering her hand to unzip his pants, she spits on her hand, in need of lubrication. With a new wave of confidence, the dark-haired girl reached inside his boxers and started stroking his penis slowly and methodically. The teen didn't seem to mind it, a sigh escaping his mouth as his eyes closed in pleasure. The sight of him alone made her feverish, not allowing her to continue for too long.

"Fuck me," Julia whispered in his ear. Not needing to be told twice, she watched Eli drop his pants and boxers to finally expose his penis to her. She slipped off her skirt and left herself only in her underwear. His eyes were dark and hungry as he scanned her body. "Bend over on the desk," he ordered in the softest tone. Doing what he told her to do, she leaned over the front side of the desk. She wasn't ready for the cold, causing her body to stiffen. In the background, the music was still muffled but blaring another generic hip-hop song. It still wasn't loud enough to mask the sound of the boy tearing the condom wrapper open and shuffling about behind her as she waited a little awkwardly.

It wasn't long before Eli grabbed her left thigh from behind and lifted it to be on top of the desk. Pushing one hand down on her shoulder to hold his grip on her and hold her body down in place, he proceeded to move her underwear down. Julia braced herself for him to enter inside her and gasped out loud in pleasure when Eli found her opening. He was slow and gentle, but the initial pressure felt so good she couldn't help when another loud sigh of ecstasy escaped her lips. His pace quickened after that, and before she knew it, she was having sex with a total stranger, and the whole world around her faded away. All her problems disappeared...The only thing she knew was this growing pressure deep in her pelvis and the low moans escaping Eli's mouth that were adding fuel to her fire.

Stopping abruptly and not allowing her to gather what was happening, his voice commanded her again, "turn around." She obliged, doing what he told her to do. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her slightly and prompted her to sit down fully naked on the desk but facing him instead this time.

Their eyes locked immediately, and she studied his intimate and wanting facial expression for her, and he seemed to be doing the same. It didn't take long before his penis was inside again, but this time it was an even better experience because she could see what it was he was doing. Julia was grateful for the new change in scenery. He leaned down and kissed her, both their breaths becoming more and more labored. Tiny beads of sweat were forming underneath his locks as the second went by, and she was sure her thick black bangs were sticking to her forehead.

She tried to fight it but couldn't help when she cocked her head back, and a pretty loud moan fled her lips. Eli wasted no time and covered her mouth to keep more from escaping as a smirk formed on his face. Julia was sure no one would even be able to hear her moans but took satisfaction in the secrecy. The pressure was starting again in her vaginal walls, and Eli's grunts sent her over the edge as she bit down on his hand as an involuntary response, not being able to help herself. He removed his hand, and Julia's body locked in place from sheer satisfaction coursing through her. Immediately after, she could tell he was reaching his end when his posture became poor and his thrusts shorter and more erratic.

"Fuck," he let out, putting more of his body weight on Julia with a deep sigh.