Healing Him

The Party

Music raged around us, people were screaming and my heart was pounding. Jeremiah, the hottest man alive was here, drunk, and so fine. He was laughing with his friends, I flipped my hair over my shoulder, no shot he would fall for me. Everyone he fell for broke him, and everyone he fell for was hot.

Time went on as I drank, praying he would approach me. Suddenly, Jessica, the local bitch, tapped my shoulder. Drunkenly, she shrieked, "David's here, you know, the one you still love? I just hooked up with him in the pool!" I wouldn't have believed her, except she was soaking wet, barely clothed and had David, my ex, clutching her shoulder.

The alcohol kicked in, and I broke into tears. "Jeremiah's watching, I'm so embarrassed," I thought. I got up and fled the scene. I ran into the stairwell and caught two people aggressively making out. "Fuck off," I spat. They glared at me and left. I collapsed onto the stairs and sobbed.

"Are you ok? I followed you here," I looked up, standing above me was a delicious human with the XY chromosome with a chiseled chin and glaring eyes. "Jessica's a real bitch, you shouldn't care about what she says," Jeremiah rolled his eyes, "You seem nice though."

"Thanks, I'm sure you're nicer," I smirked.

"God, the drinks are gonna kill me," He laughed. "You know Y/N, I've been thinking of you lately. You're really hot you know,"

"Thank you," I muttered. He grinned in a way that made me want to rip off his shirt with my teeth. 

"Y/N, they're playing 7 minutes in heaven," he whispered. Oh his voice made me shiver down through my toes. "It's pick your own partner version." I almost cried.