Fulton's POV/

I pushed the the dorm room door open, dropped my books on the floor and collapsed on the bed. Today had been hell, starting with the 'shower incident' this morning. I still can't get over that. She just barged in there like it didn't matter that girls and boys had seperate shower rooms for a reason. I should've just played it cool. Damn. Now her... and Portman for that matter, will be laughing at me for the rest of... forever. I didn't have much time to dwell on that thought because at that moment Portman came into the room, dragging his feet, he flopped spread-eagled onto his bed and just started at the ceiling.

"Dude, where've you been all day?" I ask, sitting up.

"Ashley asked me to show her around town," he replied.

"You skipped with Ashley?" I asked. Holy crap. Why did everything happen to him.

Portman nodded.

"...And?" I promted.

"And what?" Portman asked, a grin taking shape on his face.

"Aw come on!"

"Nothing interesting happend... but I found out I used to date her best friend."

"That's interesting," Fulton said smirking, "Which one was that?

"Remember me telling you about Caitlin Briggs?"

"Holy shit!"

"Yah I know," Portman looked back up at the ceiling.

"So.. uh.. you got a thing for her? Ashley I mean." I asked him.

"What? Nah. She's hot but... nothing special." Portman got up off his bed and turned the sterio on.

"Dude, some of us have homework to do," I pointed out.

"So, do your homework, it's not that loud."

"The walls are viberating."

"Shut up,"

We bothed laughed.

Portman's POV/

The rest of the week passed pretty fast. I didn't skip anymore that week but ended up getting in a lot of shit for missing that math test. Luckily my teacher said I could take it anyway for30 percent off.Whatever. It was better then failing completely. It was Saturday morning, no hockey practice thank god. During the night I had somehow managed to tangle myself up in my sheets so badly I couldn't even move my legs. I improvised and flipped my whole body over onto my stomach. The noise woke Fulton up.

"What're you doing over there," he asked groggily, "doesn't sound to appropriate with your roommate still asleep."

"Shove it man," I said playfully.

"What time is it?" he asked, yawning.

"I dunno,"

"Look at the clock lazy ass,"

"Can't move,"

Fulton groaned but lifted himself up and turned the digital alarm clock so that he could see it.

"Nine A.M." he said, running his hands through his hair.

"Too early," I said, dropping my head back down onto the pillow.

"Well, now that I'm awake I'm going to go get some coffee or somthing," he said, pulling the covers back, "you want anything?"

"Coffee would be great," I said.

"I'll be back," he said, imitating The Terminator but yawning at the same time.

He opened the door and then shut it behind him. Time for sleep.

"Oh hey Ashley," I heard him say as he left down the hallway. Before my brain had time to register what had been said I heard the door open again. I sat up quicky, still minorly restrained by my sheets. There, standing in the doorway, closing the door behind her was Ashley. I hadn't seen her all week except for practice.

"Wakey, wakey," she said wandering over.

"What're you doing in here?" I asked, wiping grit out of the corner's of my eyes.

"I havn't seen you all week, thought I should say hi," she smiled innocently.

Oh please. I could clearly remember Fulton and I's conversation a few nights ago.

"From what I've seen and heard she flirts with everyone.Fulton had said.

"Doesn't suprise me," I'd said. It stung a little bit, but it didn't suprise me.

Ashley wandered over a bit more and seated herself at the end of my bed.

"You're sitting on my bed," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Very observant," she smiled devilishly.

"Normally I wouldn't care, but you see, I am kind of still in my bed,"

"Kind of," she smirked.

Today her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and held up with a clip. Her brown sweater brought out her eyes really beautifully. Whoa, K Dean, back to reality.

"Uh, yah, so, you've said hi... anything else?"

"You sound like you want to get rid of me," she said, pouting in a very 'lost puppy' sort of way. Okay, a sexy lost puppy sort of way.

"No.. it's just..."

"Oh well, I'll leave, but what I really wanted to do was invite you to a party tonight. Interested?"

"What party?" I asked, trying to sit up.

"Friend of mine, also new this year, Michelle Dermott, her family moved into a house right down the street and it will be parent free as of eight oclock tonight."

"Who else are you inviting," I asked, waiting for her to rattle off the list.

"Just you," she said, smiling again.

"Just me?"

"Yupp,"

A considered for a moment. I hadn't been to a party in a long time and I hadn't been to a party with a chick in even longer.

"Ya alright,"

"So it's a date," she made a big deal of batting her eyelashes and crossing her hands over her heart.

I had to laugh, it was pretty funny.

I started to untangle myself from the blankets.She just sat there.

"What happened to you leaving?" I asked, but I didn't really mean it and she could tell.

"What? And miss a chance to see you getting dressed?" She stuck her tongue out again and I felt slightly replusled at exactly how horny that made me.

"Well you're not going to see much, I'm already in my boxers," I joked.I finally freed myself from the bed and walked over to my dresser. Ashley just watched me. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. I reached an arm over my shoulder and pulled off my Skull Crushers, which I had slept in. I could almost feel Ashley's eyes on my back. Giving in, I turned around to face her while pulling my pants on.

"Shit man," she said, giving me the once over.

"What?" I asked, thouroughly enjoying this.

"You are fucking ripped," There was a kind of awe in her eyes. A horny kind of awe.

"Meh.." I said, putting my arms through my shirt.

"Wait," she said, extending a hand and beckoning me closer, "can I touch it?" she put on a really cutesy voice that almost made me laugh again, instead I smirked. I stepped closer, willing to grant her strange request.

A tingling sensation took hold of my stomach as her soft hands traced my abdomin. I could feel her warm breath against my skin.

"Portman-"

Just then Fulton returned with two cups of steaming coffee and a paper plate with donuts on it.

"Uh..." he said as he opened the door and caught sight of what was going on.

"Ashley was just leaving," I said quickly.

She gave me an pointed,offended look before getting off my bed and brushing past Fulton into the hallway. I listened to her retreating footsteps.

Fulton set down the coffee and donuts before turning back to me. I quickly put my clean shirt on.

"Uh.. what was going on in here?" he asked playfully but with an undertone of serious curiosity.

"Nothing,"

"Uh huh,"

"No, I'm serious, she walked in and... said hi," If Fult wasn't invited to the party I didn't think I should mention it, "and then she asked to touch my stomach, ok, she's weird!"

"Well what were you doing changing in front of her," Fulton laughed.

"Come on, like you wouldn't have done the same thing!" I lightly punched Fulton in the shoulder.

"Oh yah!"

"Yah!"

A brief wrestling match insued but we stopped when the hot coffee almost spilled all over my face. What a morning.

Continue POV/

At eight oclock I waited for Ashley outside the front doors. I was suprised there weren't more people from Eden filing out to go to the party. Maybe it was kept pretty hushed up. Direct invitation only. Still it was kind of unusual. After about five minutes the front doors opened and a rather scantily clad Ashley walked over to me.

She was in tight faded jeans and a short black tanktop. She'd straightened her hair and it hung seductivly over her shoulder.

I was still wearing what I'd put on that morning.

"Good evening," she greeted me.

"You look nice," I commented as we started walking down the street. When I say 'down the street' I really mean, a long ways down a very twisty street. It almost put Eden Hall out of view.

"Thank you," she said, "you too,"

"Pfft, yah right," I laughed, "how many people are going to this party?"

"No clue,"

"But it's your friends party, didn't she say?"

Ashley blushed a little bit.

"Okay, when I said it was Michelle's party.. I kind of lied. It's her older brother's party.. and Michelle is more of a friend of a friend of mine.."

I just stared at her.

"Oh don't worry, it'll be fun, and it's not like we're far far away from school if we want to leave,"

That was true. Still, the idea of an 'older brother' party kind of made me nervous. That meant there could be guys there even bigger then me, and I didn't like that idea.

"How old is her brother?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Dunno. College aged, wether he actually goes to school or not I don't know."

Great.

We arrived at the house and suddenly is was a totally different story. There were people everywhere. College people everywhere and a few kids our age scattered here and there. An African American girl in a short black shirt ran up to us.

"Hey Susie," Ashley said.

"Hey, come over here, Michelle wants to meet you."

"You've never even met her!" I asked sharply.

"Shh," Ashley placed a finger over her lips and allowed herself to be dragged over to a small group of teenage girls and one guy.

"Michelle, Ashley. Ashley, Michelle." Susie made the introductions.

"Hey," Michelle popped a wad of gum in her mouth and then transferred it to the boy, who's arms were draping over her shoulder, with a nice juicy french kiss.

Lovely.

"Sweet party," Ashley said.

"It's just getting started," Michelle grinned, "who's your friend?"

"Dean Portman," Ashley said before I had a chance to open my mouth.

"Hey," I said.

Michelle smiled and winked at me. I inwardly cringed. You could tell she was a smoker; stains around her fingers, yellowed teeth. She would've been pretty otherwise to. She had long blond-streaked-black hair and dark blue eyes. Her skirt was honestly shorter then I thought possible and I didn't think she had anything on underneath her jean jacket.

"Come inside," she said, ushering everybody into the large house, from which loud and obnoxious music was blaring.

Once inside, I quickly pulled Ashley over to a slightly less crowded part of the room.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" I asked. I had, unfortunatly, experienced a party-gone-wrong and was in no mood to do it again.

"Relax would you!" she said, stroking my arm. I was taken aback by the unexpected contact.

"Ok, just-"

"Look, it's hot in here, I'm gonna get somthing to drink ok?"

"Uh, ok.. just don't put it down! And... AND KEEP YOUR HAND OVER IT!" I shouted after her but I didn't think she heard me.

I turned around to see two girls, a blonde and a redhead standing right behind me. And I mean, right behind me.

"Uh, hello," I said, uncertainly. These were not teenage girls, they had to be 20 plus and they reeked of alchohol.

The redhead reached her hand around and grabbed my butt.

Good lord. Why was it always me?

"Uh, I'm sorry..." I said, removing her hang. I quickly made my way down the hall and into what I thought might be the kitchen. I looked around but I could't see Ashley.

Oh great. I had a bad feeling about this.

I chilled for about an hour before I started to get really antsy. I hadn't seen Ashley this whole time and, granted it was a huge house, that made me worry. I got up off the cough, tossing my beer into a large garbage bag and began to push my way through the crowd of drunken, stoned older men. I'd just about gotten to the hallway when Michelle came running down the stairs.

"Oh my god, Dean! Hurry, Ashley's passed out!"

"What!"

Michelle turned and ran back up the stairs and I followed her as fast as I could go. We got to the top and she led me to a room at the far end. She opened the door and motioned for me to go inside.

I stepped in and my eyes flew to the bed. The empty bed. There was a sofa in the corner... nope, no Ashley there either.

"Where is she-" I asked, turning around.

Michelles lips collided with mine and I could feel her roughly trying to get her tongue past my teeth.

"What the-" I managed to choke out. Her arms were snaking their way around my body. I reached down and pushed her away.

"Where's Ashley?" I asked, ignoring the look of stoned longing coming from Michelle.

"She left," Michelle said, trying to move towards me again.

"What?" She left? Ok, now I was pretty mad. Not to mention I still had this stoned idiot coming onto me like a bad rash.

"K, can you back off please!" I asked roughly, removing her thin hands from my waist.

"But I want you to fuck me," she slurred. Shit, what a slut.

"Yah, well, we don't always get what we want. Go find your boyfriend." I pried her hands off of me one last time and then stormed down stairs. I opened the front door and seized up at the temperature difference. I walked back to Eden Hall alone and fuming.

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