There's gonna be a lot of dialogue in this chapter. There will be some awkward moments, but it'll be cute. I want it to be realistic and imperfect, yk? This chapter is also a little bit rushed, but oh well.
There will be SLIGHT sexual content in this chapter, but I wouldn't even count it tbh. It's not descriptive other than a few words and actions, but that's all.
Casey
The Halloween party sucked literal ass. All the girls dressed in cat ears, offering me drinks or lap dances. All the boys drank, smoked, and roared at each other like they were in the jungle. To put it simply, everyone acted like dumb, drunk teenagers.
I didn't pay much attention to anyone, I was too busy trying to find Randy. He planned my hookup, why did he disappear? He's already cockblocking me and I haven't even taken my clothes off yet.
When I did find Randy, he seemed higher than his usual self. Of course, he ran off to get high; how typical of him.
"So, where's this Westley guy," I ask, looking around. The only description Randy gave me was a blonde wearing a hoodie, so I haven't been able to find the Westley boy myself. "Randy, dude."
The ginger whips his head around, squinting his bloodshot eyes. He scans the crowd, mumbling things under his breath. I roll my eyes, why is a stoner, my wingman?
"Oh, there he is," Randy says, shoving me. I let out a 'huh', looking around. Who the fuck is he talking about? Did he set me up with an imaginary person? "Dude, he's right there."
Randy usually does an amazing job picking out my hookups, but goddamn... He outdid himself this time.
The blonde stood in a corner, staring at his phone. Every few seconds, he looks around, smiling at random people who pass by him. He, however, is not dressed in a hoodie. Instead, a blue flannel drapes over his shoulders, a black tee-shirt underneath. I wonder if I've glanced over him at all tonight, but overlooked him due to the description not matching.
When he spots Randy and I, he smiles and puts his phone away. The two exchange a few words, but I can't hear them. I'm too in awe at the fact that I get to fuck him in the next 10 minutes.
"Don't break the bed or my mama will kill me."
I roll my eyes at my best friend, "bye, Randy." I look back at Westley, smiling. He returns a nervous smile. "Are you sober?"
"Yep, yep, is that okay?"
I nod, thankful. Considering it took forever for us to find each other, I'm surprised he didn't leave or get a drink. "Your name's Westley, right?"
"You can call me West." Like the direction? That is so cool. I lead Westley to the hallway, towards the guest bedroom."Also...I thought I should let you know I've never had a one-night stand..."
Oh, damn, he's going to be a nervous wreck, then. I guess no doggy style for me tonight. "That's okay."
"Do we just...go to a room and...fuck?"
"If that's what you wanna do, then yeah."
"Do we talk at all?"
I hide my smile at his innocence."Some, yeah."
"Do we-"
"We'll do whatever you're comfortable with and want," I interrupt, glancing back at the boy.
Westley's cheeks darken as he nods in understanding. I open the guest bedroom door, yanking the blonde in so no one would interrupt us. Once I lock the door, I ask, "Is there anything you want me to do? Choke you? Call you anything?"
