Ever since you were in your teens, your brother always had one rule for you. Don't ever go after any of his friends. You'd never felt like you needed to be given that rule, specifially because none of his friends were of any interest to you. But someway, somehow, that all changed, and you hated yourself for it.
"Jake!" You yell from your room, covering your ears with your pillow. If he didn't shut the fuck up, you were going to lose it. "Jake!" You scream again. Angrily, you crawl out of your bed, stomping your way across the hallway to his room. You try to open the door but it's locked, that wasn't a surprise. He always hated when you barged into his room. You pound on the door, harder this time as anger begins to flow through you.
"Open the goddamn door!" You yell, pounding even harder. Finally, after what felt like forever, the door swings open, your brother stands there looking annoyed.
"The fuck do you want?" He asks, rubbing his face.
"I have an exam tomorrow. I can't sleep with the fucking music blaring from your room." You yell. "Shut the fuck up."
"Wear some headphones then." Jake scoffs.
"I swear to fucking.." you pause, as Jake's best friend comes to the door, making your stomach flutter ever so slightly.
"Feeling feisty tonight, are we?" Mark chuckles, moving past your brother and out of his room.
"Yeah I am, watch out." You snap, stomping back to your room, slamming the door behind you.
Your parents had been gone for months for work, and unfortunately for you, Jake had decided to slack off at school despite it only being three months into the school year. He was partying constantly and having his degenerate friends over at the house all the time. Mark was the worst of them all and he was always at the house. You sometimes dreaded coming home, knowing he was going to be here.
Mark Knowles was an annoying, selfish, angry, short tempered man who you disliked the most out of all Jake's friends. Yet, he was also funny, sarcastic and caring. You hated that you didn't hate him as much as you wanted, but you also hated how attractive you found him and the tingles, the feelings that he gave you when he was around. You didn't want him, but you did and it was frustrating to you. He was a few years older than you, and both were wasting their lives by not going to school, and spending their time partying and drinking all the time. There wasn't anything wrong with that, you partied yourself but not so much that is affected your school work. You however were in your first year at the same University and you were not going to take your opportunity for granted. You wanted to get out of this town and move away onto bigger and better things.
You laid down in your bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited for them to finally turn down the music. It took a few minutes, but they finally did it.
As the volume lowers, you get comfortable in your bed, easily falling asleep, finally.
The next morning you're up early getting ready for your exam, when you decide payback was much needed for keeping you up half the night. As you're hopping around your room, singing along to your loud music at the top of your lungs, you faintly hear a pounding on your door. You ignore it for a little, listening as it gets faster as the seconds tick by.
You laugh to yourself as you make your way, ripping the door open, seeing an annoyed Mark standing there, shirtless with a pair of sweats on, just hanging off his hips.
"It's 7am." He deadpans.
"And?" You ask.
"I've been sleeping for 2 hours." He groans. "Turn it down."
"That sounds like a you problem." You begin. "Also, last I checked, this isn't your house." You smile, closing the door in his face before he can say anything.
You head to your stereo, turning the music down, for a few minutes until you felt like he might be comfortable in bed again, hopefully starting to doze off and you turn it up again, laughing to yourself once again.
Unfortunately it didn't last long, minutes later you had to turn it off completely, heading to the kitchen to grab a banana before you headed to the bus stop. You wanted to get to school a little earlier than usual, taking some time to go over your psychology notes, one last time, but this time in the quiet.
"Y/N." You hear from behind you in the library. You turn around, seeing your best friend, Hayden, standing there with bags under his eyes, holding a large amount of papers while looking extremely uneasy.
"Hayden… what happened?" You ask, trying not to laugh at the poor man looking so defeated.
"It's literally the 3rd month of school, and I'm going to fucking flunk out." He gasps, sitting next to you. "I'm going to fail this fucking exam." He says, dropping his head into his hand, while fake crying.
"No you're not." You chuckle, flipping over your notes to look at the backside.
"I tried to study all night but I kept falling asleep. Why did I do this? I hate it here." He pouts. You shake your head at the man, focusing on your own notes.
"Well." You sigh. "At this rate, I'll be failing with you. Mark was at my house last night, He's always at my house. He and Jake were blasting music until all fucking hours." You say, rolling your eyes.
"Mark was at your house?" Your other friend, Jessie gasps, pulling up a chair beside you. "You're so lucky."
"He's so fucking annoying." You retort.
"But he's so hot." Jessie grins.
You ignored her last comment, you didn't want to vocally agree with her, because the last thing you needed was for your words to get back to him and inflate his head more than it already was.
"And to be honest, so is your brother. Is he single?" She asks.
"He's single. But I'm going to tell you not to go there because I don't want you to stop being my friend." You laugh. "He's a terrible human being."
"But he's hot." Jessie swoons, batting her eyes at you.
"Gross." You sigh, looking at your phone. You gather your things off the table, dragging Hayden behind you to your psychology classroom.
"Please, Y/N." He begs from behind you. "Please don't make me go."
You turn your head to look at him, giggling at the pitiful man who is usually so confident. This exam really has him fucked up. You turn your head again to look where you're going, and bump into someone, knocking your papers and bag to the floor.
"Ugh, I'm so sorry." You sigh, bending down to pick up your things. You look up, seeing Mark, glare down at you. You roll your eyes instantly, as you scoff. "Actually I'm not sorry." You say, finishing picking everything up. You stand up, Mark still staring at you but now smiling. Hayden comes up beside you, swinging his arm around your shoulders.
"Come on." He says, pulling you away from Mark, who never said a single word to you, but the smile never left his face.
"You got this." You say to Hayden, your hands on his shoulders as you both take deep breaths outside your classroom door.
"So do you." He breathes. "Drinks after?" He asks. You glance at your watch, 12:58pm. You should be done by 4pm..
"Abso-fucking-lutely." You grin as the two of you make your way into the class.
3 hours later, you both emerge from the room, disheveled hair, sweat and tear stains present on both of you.
"How did.." Hayden starts. You put your hand up to stop him.
"Don't." You whisper. That was the worst you had ever done on a test, and you weren't able to talk about it yet. "Not yet. Shots first…lots of shots." You whimper. The two of you link arms, heading for the pub down the street from campus.
"That was the worst fucking exam." You pout, taking a shot. Hayden lays his head on the table after his shot, sighing heavily.
"I'm sure I got 3% on it. I guessed on almost every single question." He says.
"You're not the only one." You mumble. "Let us drown our sorrows in alcohol." You smile, the two of you continuing to drink.
Hours later, you stumble home, alone. As you stand in your yard you see lights flashing inside, and you can hear the bass thumping from the street. Jake would throw a party on a Thursday. That's just what he does.
You quickly text Hayden and Jessie to come over and party with you, both of them replying that they'll be there soon. You head inside, your brother spots you immediately.
"Y/N.. it's only just started. Don't shut me down." He fake cries, his hands clasped together as he pleads to you. "I'll do whatever you want. Please." He begs.
You glare at him, seeing Mark walk up behind him. A few of his other friends were standing around with a lot of other people you didn't know also staring at you.
"Let's do some fucking shots!" You yell, making your way to the kitchen, hearing the cheers from the party goers. You walk past a chuckling Mark on your way to the kitchen. You glare at him before grabbing his sleeve, pulling him in there with you and a few others to take some shots. As you're about to do your second one, Hayden and Jessie walk in. You were already drunk from your after exam drunks with Hayden, and now you were feeling it even more.
"Hayden!" You squeal, putting your arms out for a hug. He grins as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. Instantly you hear Jessie's flirty voice come to play, you break the hug to turn around and see Jessie and Jake tucked in a corner talking.
That made you want to vomit. You really didn't want Jake to fuck around with one of your bestfriends. You worried that if Jake treated her like shit, you'd end up losing her as a friend. You turn back towards the group taking shots, trying to ignore and forget about Jessie and Jake. You quickly pour a shot for Hayden before you all take it.
"Let's dance!" You yell, walking past Mark with Hayden in tow. You're dancing, laughing and just all around having a good time but you can't help but notice Mark standing against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. You watched him, watching you, seeing his eyes roam up and down your body as he watched you dance. You hated that the way he was looking at you, and you fucking hated that the way he was biting his lip while watching you was turning you on so much.
"I'm gonna get a drink." You tell Hayden, making your way to the kitchen. On your way, you feel a hand on your wrist, pulling you down the hallway instead.
"You looked really hot out there." A guy tells you. You have no clue who this dude was, and frankly you were not interested.
"Thanks." You respond, turning back towards the kitchen.
He grabs you again. "I wasn't done talking to you." He half laughs.
You can feel the annoyance building up inside of you. "But I'm done." You say, trying to walk away again. His grip tightens, pushing you against the wall.
"I'm trying to get to know you better." He scoffs. "Don't be so rude."
"I'm not interested." You tell him, as if your obvious current lack of interest wasn't enough.
He stares at you, refusing to move or let go of your arm. He wasn't saying a word, but you can see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say to you next. Before he can get his words out, he's shoved away from you, sliding down the floor of the hallway. Your mouth hangs open as you turn to look and see who your savior was.
Mark stands there, his eyes practically shooting daggers into the man.
"Are you fucking dumb, Chase?" Mark asks.
"What the fuck, dude?" Chase scoffs, scrambling up off the floor.
"That's Jake's little sister you fucking moron." Mark snaps, motioning towards you.
"Oh shit.. I'm sorry! I didn't know!" He panics. Your eyes bounce between the two men, not sure why Chase sounded so scared of your idiot brother.
"I won't tell him this time." Mark starts. "But, If I catch you near her again, I will beat the fucking shit out of you." He finishes. Chase nods his head before taking off into the crowd with his head down.
"You okay?" Mark asks as you rub your wrist.
You nod your head.
"Yeah.. thanks." You smile awkwardly, returning to the party. The rest of the night, wherever you went, Mark was there, whether he was off in the distance watching you, or standing nearby. It didn't matter. He was there, only focused on you.
You weren't uncomfortable with it but you did wish that he would go and enjoy himself. He didn't need to keep an eye on you, and as you got drunker, you decided to let him know.
"You.." Hiccup. "You keep staring at me." You hiccup again, placing your hand on the wall by his head. He smirks as you lean in, he looks at you, while you're barely able to stand up straight, your eyes fluttering open and closed.
You were a goddamn mess.
"Let's get you to bed, mhm?" He suggests, wrapping his arm around your waist to help you up the stairs. He gives you no chance to object, not that you would anyways.
As you're walking up, you unfortunately see Jake and Jessie locking lips, making all the drinks you had all night threaten to come up, and go all over them.
"Get a room you sick fucks." You slur, walking past them. Jessie comes up for air looking embarrassed but only for a second before Jake steals her attention back.
Mark helps you into your room, where you stand in the middle of the floor with your arms up high. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the fuck you were waiting for.
"I can't sleep in my clothes." You say. "And if I do it, I'm going to fall and hurt myself." You finish.
Mark sighs heavily before reluctantly walking towards you, grabbing the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you in a bra and your pants.
He moves his hands down towards the button of your jeans. You hop back a little, almost losing your balance as you laugh, hysterically.
"Funny." He fake chuckles, moving towards you again. You grab onto his arm, spinning yourself around to his back, sliding your hands up and down his body. You reach around to his stomach, moving your hands under his shirt, running them over his abs.
"Ugh." You groan at the feeling.
He quickly turns around facing you once again, a smile now spread across his face. You knew he wanted to be mad at you but he couldn't.
"Take your pants off or I'm gonna throw you down onto the bed and take them off for you." He threatens.
You blush, hard.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" You ask, cocking your head to the side. Mark reaches out for you, grabbing you by the waist of your jeans, pulling you towards him.
"It's a little of both." He tells you as he tries to undo your button. You were having too much fun in the moment, you didn't want it to end just yet. You grab his hands, pushing him away from you, laughing as he runs his hands through his hair. He has never seen this giggling playful side of you before, and he was enjoying the fuck out of it.
"Y/N." He says sternly, his hands on his hips.
"Mark." You say, putting your hands on your hips, pushing your hip out, pursing your lips, copying him. He's trying to remain serious but he can't.
He starts laughing as he rubs his face, groaning in frustration.
"Take off your pants!" He yells.
"Yes sir!" You giggle as you take off your pants, leaving you only in your bra and panties. Mark hands you a pair of pj shorts that he grabbed from your dresser. You semi quickly put them on before turning around, facing away from him to unhook your bra. It slides down your body, onto the floor.
You smile to yourself.
"I bet you're upset, huh?" You laugh, turning your head to look at him.
"Why would I be upset?" He asks.
"Cause you can't see my tits." You laugh, turning slightly to show him a little side boob. "I think you'd like them." You say, looking at him. His eyes are focused down, looking at what you're showing him.
"Tsk tsk, naughty boy." You scold, slipping your shirt on, turning around to face him.
He stares at you, and you stare back. You examine his face, his roughly tousled hair, your eyes moving down to his large veiny arms and hands.
"Huh. Jessie was right." You whisper.
"About?" He asks.
"You." You hiccup. "She said you were hot."
"And what did you say?" He asks.
"I didn't say. Cause I didn't need my words getting back to you and going to your thick ass head." You giggle.
"If they wouldn't go to my head, what would you say?" He asks.
"That you're really fucking hot. But you're a little angry and hot headed." You sigh. "But you're not allowed to know that so shhh… cause Jake said you're off limits."
"Since when do you do what your brother tells you?" He laughs.
"I listen to him!" You exclaim.
No you didn't.
"Actually, never." You hiccup.
He doesn't reply. He stands there, just staring at you. You can feel your breath hitch as he moves closer towards you, the palm of his hand gently laying on your cheek as his face moves closer to yours. You close your eyes, the world is spinning as you feel his lips press against yours. You feel like you're melting into the kiss as your lips move against his, his tongue slowly sliding into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
You could have sworn this was a dream, like his lips were perfectly made for your own. He slowly pulls away, turning to look at the door, and that's when you hear it.
"Mark!"
It's your brother's voice. "Mark fucking Knowls!" He yells.
"Go to sleep." He says to you, turning and walking out of your room.
You lay down in your bed, closing your eyes. The world only spins for a moment before you pass out.
"I'm never drinking again." You gasp to yourself as you crawl out of your bed, desperately trying to make your way to the bathroom to get some water. Your throat was the driest it had ever been and you felt like you might actually die. Once you reach the sink, you shove your head underneath the tap, inhaling all the cold water you could get into your mouth.
Fuck it tastes good.
When you're finally satisfied, you drag your feet to change into some comfier clothes before heading downstairs. Luckily you didn't have class until the afternoon today, so you could try to recover this morning. You grab some food from the fridge, eating it cold, ignoring the passed out people scattered around your house.
"Morning." You hear. You turn to look, seeing Mark walk into the kitchen, heading for the fridge.
"Morning." You sigh.
"Hungover?" He asks you, grabbing some juice.
You whimper as you nod your head.
He laughs.
You turn to glare at him, when suddenly you remembered.
You think you remembered at least.
"Did…" You pause. "We.. um.. actually nevermind." You say, turning away from him.
"Did we, what?" He asks, grinning.
"Kiss?" You whisper, looking around, making sure Jake wasn't around.
"Me and you?" He asks, shocked. "Did you have some sort of sex dream about me?" He gasps, placing his hand over his chest.
"What!? No! I just had a flash.. of something.. and we were kissing." You try to explain.
"I feel so violated." He fake cries. "I wasn't aware you thought of me like that."
"Who's thinking of you like what?" You hear. Jake walks into the kitchen, grabbing your food off the counter.
"Y/N." Mark says. "I think she's into me." He laughs.
"Yeah right." Jake chuckles. "Neither of you are dumb enough to do that."
You look at Mark as he looks at you.
Neither of you were dumb enough to take it any further than you already had.