Chapter 2;

Weston's is a bar & grill located a block east of our apartment building. We've had a lot of great memories at that place, and we always meet up there. I think we like it so much because it's a bunch of old people, so we can actually grab a bite to eat without crazy people bothering us for pictures and autographs. Until they find out that's where we are, that is…

"Travis, where've you been all day?" Ryan asked him while giving him a bro shake.

"Oh, I dunno, just picking up THIS," he said in excitement as he flashed us a fake ID for being 21.

"Dude! How the hell did you get that!" I shouted as I grabbed the ID. It was legit. The picture made him look a bit older, and everything was in the same placement as a real ID. Travis is the oldest of our group (only by a few months, we're all 18), so it's probably best for him to have the ID. We usually get our alcohol through a guy in our complex, but this is just going to be so much more convenient.

"This rocks, simple as that, can we test it out? Go buy a bottle of Bacardi Superior. We'll be here." I stated with a grin. Not only do you have to actually obtain the ID, you've gotta have the balls to use it.

"Meet us at Kira's with the booze, okay? Here's 80 bucks, buy a bunch of stuff, actually." Money's worthless to me these days.

*Kira's*

"This is sweet! Check out the girl:guy ratio! It's gotta be like a fuckin 8:1! We are totally getting' laid tonight," Ryan shouted over the loud music.

"Damn straight. Hey, there's Kira, go dance with her man, I'll find someone else."

"You sure? Thanks dude, see you in the morning."

"Later."

We always did this, show up at a party together, and then immediately split to find a girl to hook up with. It was a nice system, to be honest. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this girl sitting in a circle with her friends, passing a joint. She was blonde, and wearing this, without the jacket: /files/looks/large/542334_?1270192300.

She was simply gorgeous… I had to sleep with her.

I started to make my way over to her, and sat directly next to her, which required me to squeeze in between her and her friend.

"Well hello there, insert name here…" I smirked at her, she grinned. I couldn't tell if it was just because she was a little high, or if she liked what she saw.

"Hiii…. I'm Addie!" she giggled. Wow, she had probably the nicest body I've ever seen.

"Would you like to accompany me to the dance floor?" I asked seductively.

"Well… I mean I don't dance much but sureeeeee!" She seemed unsure.

I took her hand and pulled her behind me to the dance floor. Step one: success. I whipped her around to the front side of me and put my hands around her waist as her ass swirled around my dick in motions that just had me going crazy.

"I thought you said you didn't dance much?" I panted.

"I don't… beginner's luck I guess." She responded, laughing. I could feel myself getting a boner already, damn. I don't fuck around with "staring deeply into her eyes" and shit like that, I simply spinned her around, and started to kiss her. She kissed me back, surprisingly. This girl seemed like she'd have some sort of moral system, but I guess not. Unless it wouldn't get any further than this.

Her lips were soft, and she moved them in motion with mine, following my lead. I slid my tongue out of my mouth, and traced her pink lips with it. I could taste her peachy chapstick, and feel the naked mouth it disguised begin to quiver. I pulled away slowly. Sexy

"Want to come upstairs with me? This lighting is, uh, bad…"

"I thought you'd never ask," she whispered suggestively into my ear, nibbling on it. Damn. We made our way upstairs, and found a bedroom with the door opened. I walked into the room first, but Addie suddenly took over and slowly pushed me down onto the bed, straddling me and rolling her hips, with her hands still on my chest. I started breathing heavily, "Wow, now that's my kind of girl, you really don't waste time, huh sweetie?" I said sexily.

"Why waste time, when we can have lots, and lots of fun?" she asked as she licked up and down my neck. Her long, cold fingers started fondling with my belt buckle, and she quickly got it undone, thus, removing my pants. Leaving me in only boxers and my t-shirt, she laid flat down on me so I could feel her large breasts sliding up and down my body while she groaned quietly to herself. I began to moan as my boner rose. I knew I'd get laid tonight.

"You like how that feels Bieber?" She rubbed her breasts right down near my dick and began kissing the bare skin underneath my t-shirt.

"Awww yeah babe. That feels amazing, don't stop." I pleaded. Then she stopped. "What are you doing?" I was worried.

"Not sleeping with you, that's for sure. You don't think I've heard about you? People talk, Justin. You think you're some big prize, don't you? You really think you're the greatest thing. I cannot believe you thought you'd be able to sleep with me that easily. I'm not whore, dumbass. Ha. You're a pig. Why don't you just finish yourself off after you watch my nice ass walk right out of this room, because no girl is going to want to sleep with you now. That was a test, and you failed. Horny bastard." She shouted and left the room. What the fuck just happened? Simple as that, she was just gone. I laid there in the bed, half naked with a HUGE boner. Great. What a bitch. What a beautiful goddamn bitch.