Neither she nor Mason could drive me home. They were both already too drunk to even think straight.
She continued to push people out of the way until we reached the stairs. The dreaded damn stairs where couples were walking up—about to go fuck in a random person’s bedroom, where people didn’t give two fucks about STDs, cheating, or if the other person was wearing a condom.
When she started to pull me upstairs, I tugged my hand away from her. “Melissa, what’re you doing?”
She clutched on to the railing for support and grabbed my hand again. “Please, come up here with me. I have a surprise for you.”
“Is it someone who is sober who can drive me home?”
With glossy eyes, she looked up the stairs. “No,” she said with a drunken smile plastered on her face. She tugged on my wrist and literally almost dragged me up the damn stairs with her. “It’s something better.”
Again, I pulled my hand away from her. “No, we need to—”
A frat boy walked down the stairs, looking Melissa up and down with a lustful grin on his face. “Looking good, Melissa,” he said, hand brushing against her waist. “You wanna come down by the pool with us?” His eyebrows moved up and down suggestively.
Melissa looked at me, then at the pool, as if she was actually thinking about getting naked in front of everyone. I cursed under my breath and ushered her up the stairs.
“No,” I said to whatever the fuck his name was. “We’re busy.”
Once we made it to the second floor, I sighed and closed my eyes. This was why I didn’t go to stupid fucking parties anymore. All these damn frat boys, wanting to see everyone at the fucking party naked, deciding who they got to sleep with that night—not caring if the girl they chose had a boyfriend and not caring if that girl was sober enough to actually consent.
It was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
Melissa pulled me toward one of the bedrooms. “I was … was thinking about what you said a couple weeks ago … that Mason wasn’t good in bed.”
I slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to stop her from fucking yelling. If Mason found out …
“Stop talking so damn loud.”
Her lips moved against my palm, and I pulled it away so she could continue. She stopped by one of the last doors and clutched the handle. I stared at it, heart pounding against my chest. She had something planned, and I didn’t know if I was going to like it.
“I thought I’d find you someone who could!”
She pushed the door open, and my jaw dropped to the fucking floor.
“Melissa, what the fuck?”
She was insane.
Victor sat on the bed, smoking a joint by himself, two unopened cans of beer sitting next to him. “About damn time you showed up,” he said to Melissa. “Come here.”
Melissa pushed me into the room and shut the door behind us. “Vicky …” she said, plopping down next to him and drawing her fingers across his chest. “I want you to show Mia a good time.”
A look of confusion crossed Victor’s face, mirroring mine.
What the fuck is even happening? Why is she doing this?
Melissa kissed his neck and trailed her hands down his torso to the front of his pants. She gripped his bulge through them and looked at me. “Come here, Mia. It’s okay.”
“No,” I said, backing away to the door. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my mind was all over the place. All I wanted to do was cry—hard. “I have Mason.”
She hopped up from the bed, breasts bouncing in her tight white tank top, and pushed me toward the bed with him. “Mason doesn’t do anything for you. Try it with Victor, please, for me?”
“He is your fucking boyfriend!” I said, turning around on my heel, angry as hell. “I’m not going to fuck him. What is wrong with you?”
She rolled her blue eyes and continued to push me until I stumbled back onto the bed. “Mia, it’s fine. I don’t mind. We have threesomes all the time.”
Though they hadthreesomes all the time, Victor didn’t make a move to touch me. Instead, he sat up on the bed, opened his beer, and chugged it, whispering something under his breath. It seemed like he didn’t like this idea—or had known much about it—either.
