Chapter 5

Sean's P.O.V

After my sixth shot, I started to feel good. Really fucking good. The situation involving Olivia forgotten at the moment. Jason and I are both busy trying to win a game of beer pong and with each throw, I notice my aim getting worse and worse.

That's just annoying, being I'm the mother fucking quarterback for our team and I have the best aim in the state.

It's hot as hell in here. The leather jacket I'm wearing is sticking to my skin, and I noticed Heather leaning against the wall in front of me, smiling.

Yeah, I just may say fuck it and maybe go for a round two tonight. I need to get Olivia out of my head, and Heather has a nice cunt.

“Oh fuck here bro,” Jason coughed and passed me the blunt. “Sorry, I'm high, I forgot to pass it.”

“It's okay. I'm high too and forgot you had it,” I laughed and slapped him on the back before taking a long, deep hit.

A random song is blasting through the speakers and it's so crowded in here I can barely move. Between the smoke, the girls, the alcohol, I'm having trouble keeping my senses in check.

“Beers for you,” a girl named Felicity walked over and held up to two red cups while beaming up at me. “I'm glad you came tonight, Sean.”

“Oh really?” I chuckled and let my eyes roam down her body. “How glad?” I asked her and smirked.

“Meet me upstairs in twenty minutes. Third door to the left, and I'll show you just how glad I am cutie,” she whispered, dimples forming on her light pink cheeks as she bit her bottom lip.

Temping offer.

The girl was very hot and the miniskirt she was wearing was so short, I knew that if I pulled her into my arms and placed my hands over her ass, I'd be touching her ass cheeks. She was ready for some dick, and that's fine by me.

She knows what's up and shouldn't be bothering me in the morning with a stupid, silly text.

I nodded my head and watched as she walked away. I looked over towards Heather. She had her arms crossed, and she was giving me a death stare.

She was clearly pissed, but she didn't own my dick. She knew exactly what was up when I took her to the bedroom last night and fucked her. Every girl in the school knows I do not do relationships.

I don't promise them sweet things. I don't whisper corny things into their ears to get them into bed with me. They know what they are getting with me, and they want to be fucked, hard.

I don't do relationships. My mother walked out on me when I was young and left me with my drunk sorry excuse of a father. I guess you could say I have mommy issues, but I don't trust any bitch not to do the same.

Well, that's not entirely true, I would trust one girl, and the messed up issue with that she is so fucking off limits, it's not even funny.

You don't cross that line.

You don't fuck around with your best friend's sister, not if that friendship means something to you, and Jason's friendship means everything to me. He was all I had to rely on for years after my mother left me.

My father would sometimes forget to cook dinner and if it weren't for Jason walking over to my house to bring me a plate of food, I would have gone to bed hungry many nights.

“What the fuck?”

I snapped out of my thoughts, and looked over at my best friend to see that his face was growing red with anger. I followed his pissed off gaze and choked on the sip of beer I had just tried to swallow. I quickly dragged the back of my hand over my mouth to wipe away the droplets and tried not to drool at the sight in front of me.

Olivia.

There ain't no way she was here right now. Am I seeing things? I didn't realize I had gotten that high. She wouldn't be here at a party, a party with drugs and alcohol.

She was currently downing a shot surrounded by a group of guys, Megan close to her side and downing her own shot, and when Olivia turned around to whisper something into Megan's ear, my dick instantly started to grow hard inside my jeans. I wish I was standing anywhere else and not next to my best friend as my dick grew hard once again for his younger sister.

Fuck.

What the hell does she have on?

She was wearing a tight red dress, her tits popping out that I can actually see the very tip of her nipples pushing through the material and when she turned around to take another shot, my breath rushed out of my lungs.

Her ass was almost hanging out, the hem of that short red dress just coveted enough that her ass cheeks were not exposed, but it was close enough for me to imagine them sticking out a little.

Her curly brown hair flowing on her shoulders, make - up done, dark red lipstick painted on her lips and fake eyelashes.

Damn.

She really went all out tonight. I have never seen her dress like this in all my years of knowing her.

My mouth goes dry as my eyes continue to roam over her delicious body, and I forgot for a second that I was standing next to her brother.

I don't have any words.

I can't even form them to respond to my best friend.

“I'm going to kill her,” he snarled, slammed his beer cup onto the table and started shoving people out of his way and made his course towards his sister.

I followed quickly behind him, thrusting a boy out of my way when he tried to take a swing at my best friend. When we finally made our way to them, Jason grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her towards him.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He growled. “What the hell are you even doing here? You don't fucking party.”

“As you can see, big brother, I'm drinking.” She giggled and as much as I tried to stop my dick from responding, it does what it wants to do and grows even harder for her.

Fuck. Not now, I snarled at my dick.

Now is definitely not the time.

Certainly not the place, and I'm thankful the room is a little dark and nobody is paying attention to us to see the problem I'm now dealing with, thanks to Olivia.

“Since when do you party?” Jason asked, his rage only getting worse as he looks over her outfit. “And dressed like that.”

"Since tonight," Olivia replied and grinned before downing another shot.

Jason's eyes grew wide as he slapped the shot glass out of her hand, and snarled. "No. Your leaving. You don't belong here. You don't drink. You don't party."

“Oh come on, Jason. Let her be. You and Sean party all the damn time. Let Olivia have some fun for one night,” Megan shouted over the music, placed her palm on his arm and leaned into him to make sure he heard her over the loud music.

Jason's eyes darken when Megan places her hand on him. He stares at her for a few seconds before sighing, clearly irritated.

“Just watch her, okay? I don't even think she has ever gotten drunk before.”

“What else would I be doing?” Megan snapped at him, and Jason's eyes only grew darker when she talked back to him in that sassy tone.

“I have an idea,” he growled.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Megan asked him and when he didn't answer she turned towards me, but all I could do was shrug my shoulders because I still could not form words.

“I'll be right back. Watch her for me bro. I have to handle a situation. I'll be quick.” He sighed and walked away, and I bet that situation was my current situation.

I'm talking about our dicks.

That's the situation.

I'm hard for Olivia and I bet he is just as hard for Megan and her putting her hand on him only made the situation worse. I watched as Jason followed a girl named Alexis up the stairs and disappeared.

Fuck my life.

Megan disappeared, excused herself, and told Olivia she needed to use the restroom and would be back in a minute.

Olivia looked lost without her best friend, so I decided to stick close and do as my best friend asked of me and watched her.

I leaned against the wall, hiked one of my legs up and propped it up against the wall, to hide my hard on.

“I wish Megan would hurry,” she whispered softly, and seemed to grow nervous.

“Is my company not good enough?” I challenged her, eyes narrowed onto her beautiful face, trying to force them to stay off her delicious tits.

“It's not,” she scuffed, and my dick instantly responded. It's not every day that a girl feels brave enough to get smart with me.

“Is that so?” I demanded, leaned my head back and watched as her sexy body swayed along with the music.

“Yes,” she informed me, trying to sound confident, but when she looked up, our eyes locking together, she lost her confidence and stumbled in those high heels she was wearing.

They probably belonged to Megan. I can't remember ever seeing Olivia wearing anything more than an inch. The only heels she has ever worn in her life were those shoes that people say are wedges.

Whatever the fuck that means.

Olivia is all done up tonight, and she doesn't even need to be. She has that natural beauty. That no amount of make - up could ever cover up, and I can't help but be annoyed that she felt the need to dress up like this instead of being her normal self.

Her being dressed like every other girl here just pisses me off, not saying she doesn't look amazing because according to my dick, she does, but I rather her without any makeup on.

“Look, they are playing a game,” she shouted and headed into the other room. I leaned off the wall and followed behind her, trying to force my eyes to look anywhere but at her ass that was now swaying left to right left to right, driving me and my dick wild.

Jesus Christ, Jason needs to hurry the fuck-up. I can't take much more of this.

“Oh, they are playing spin the bottle,” she whispered and practically threw herself onto the floor and scooted herself in the big circle.

“No,” I growled, bent over, wrapped my hand around her arm, and tried to drag her drunk ass up. She is not going to be playing this game. I don't think she has ever even kissed a boy before, and I know this game. At a party like this, the game is going to be sexual.

“Fucking stop Sean,” she snapped at me and jerked her arm out of my hand. “You called me a bore last night, remember? Do you think I'm one now?” She snarled and turned around and announced to the other people playing the game. “I want in.”

“She is not in,” I growled at them and shot a warning look at the boys that were playing who were on the football team with me.

“I am,” she shouted. “Ignore him.” She told them and smiled at the boy who was sitting next to her named Dan, and I wanted nothing more in that moment than to punch Dan the fuck out.

"No, you are not."

"Yes, Sean, I am."

"Olivia you are not fucking playing this game," I growled, I'm close to pulling her into my arms and that's going to be a big mistake. Once I have this girl in my arms, I'm afraid I'll do something I shouldn't.

“Move,” I snarled and shoved Dan over and squatted next to Olivia.

“What the hell do you think you are doing, Sean?” She asked, confused and looked very annoyed with me.

“I'm playing,” I shrugged.

"No, you are not. Go away. I'm trying to have fun, and I can't do that with you around," she sighed and actually tried to shove me out of the circle.

That's not going to happen.

"I'm playing," I repeated hard. "I need to watch you since Jason isn't around right now."

"You don't need to watch me. I'm a big girl, Sean. I can do whatever the hell I want to do and don't need you to look out for me."

"You are my bestfriends sister. Of course, I'm going to watch over you when he asks me to," I growled. Forcing myself to remember that she was off limits to me, and I have no right to act the way I just did towards Dan.

"Like I could ever forget that." She sighed softly, picked up a bottle of beer from the ground, and drank it.

"Are you fucking insane?" I snapped and jerked the bottle out of her hand. "Someone could have drugged that shit."

"Go the hell away Sean. Go find Heather." She shouted and shot daggers at me through her eyes.

"I said I'm playing. I like this game." I shrugged and hope she believed my lie.

The truth is, Jason and I can't stand this fucking game. It's a joke that horny lonely people play to get attention from the opposite sex. I have no need to play a stupid game like this but If Olivia is going to be playing tonight, I'm going to have to sit my ass right here by her to make sure nobody tries anything stupid.

“I bet you do,” she mumbled so softly that I almost didn't hear what she said.

“What was that?” I challenged her and raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to explain what exactly she meant by that little comment.

“Nothing,” she whispered.

Please Jason hurry the fuck up with that bitch and come help me with your sister. I don't know how much more I can take before I lose my shit and do something I'll regret in the morning.