"Dumb enough to do what, exactly?" You ask Jake, eyes darting between him and Mark.
"Fuck around, get to together.. you know, anything like that." Jake chuckles. "Anything romantic between the two of you… just no." He shudders at the thought.
"Would that really be so bad?" Mark asks, locking eyes with you as Jake looks down at his food, that was your food, and laughs.
"It would be hell on earth." He says, mouth full of food. "My little sister and my best friend? Ew, that's never happening."
"But why?" you ask. "You've never given a reason."
"Do you want to date one of my friends?" Jake asks, looking at you with wide eyes.
"Don't worry man, I would never go for Y/N. I know she's off limits, besides, she's not even my type." Mark laughs.
You glance at Mark, who is now avoiding eye contact, looking anywhere but where you stood. If you weren't his type, then why did he kiss you back last night? If he knew you were also off limits, why didn't he push you away?
"But you can go after my best friend?" You scoff, pushing his shoulder a little.
"What?" He asks. "When did I go after Hayden?"
You roll your eyes at him. "Not Hayden, Jessie you moron!"
"She's hot." Jake laughs, looking at Mark. "And judging by his face, he thinks so too."
"Ah, um, no, I don't." Mark says. "I really don't."
"It's okay, her and I are just a casual hookup thing, I can set you up with her." Jake offered.
"Since when are you a casual hook up thing with her?" You ask.
"Since last night." Jake explains, with a giant smile on his face. He turns back to Mark. "So, you wanna get set up?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I don't need your help with women. I'm perfectly capable of getting them on my own." Mark laughs.
"I'm gonna set you up anyway!" Jake yells, excitedly. "Mark and Jessie!"
You look at Mark, you're not even sure with what kind of expression. Hurt? Anger? Confusion? All of the above? You shouldn't feel any of those though. Why did you even care? There was nothing between the two of you, you weren't his girlfriend, and you didn't think you even wanted to be.
"As fun as this has been, I have to go get ready for class. Both of you, good luck with the whole Jessie thing." You say, forcing a smile as you walk past both of them.
"What's up her ass?" Jake laughs as you walk out of the room.
You hated him so much sometimes. As you're gathering your bag and books there's a knock at your door.
"Go away." You yell, grabbing your phone off your bed.
"Open the door." You hear. You rolled your eyes, you had no choice, you had to leave anyway. You pull the door open, seeing Mark standing there, looking guilty.
"What?"
"Listen." Mark starts.
"Don't." You say, putting up your hand. "Whatever happened was a drunk thing, I'm not even your type so don't worry about it." You finish, moving past him, heading downstairs and out the front door, while he stands at the top of the stairs watching you leave.
"Guys fucking suck." You scoff, sliding into the seat next to Hayden, in the classroom.
"Good afternoon to you too." He chuckles, running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry, not you. Just a select few." You sigh.
"Your brother?" He asks, glancing at you.
"He's one, yes. He hooked up with Jessie." You shiver, the thought makes you nauseous.
"Yeah, unfortunately I saw that." Hayden sighs. "I had nightmares last night from it. Also, where did you disappear too? You said you were getting a drink and never came back." He pouts.
"Ah, I got pulled into the hallway by one of Jake's friends apparently. Chase." You explain, opening your textbook.
"That creepy fuck?" He almost yells. "Stay away from him."
"That's the plan." You smile as your professor walks into the room. Hayden leans over, his lips brushing your ear. "Do you wanna get a drink after this?" He asks. You smile at him and nod your head. Hopefully you'll be able to make it through this class.
At the end of the lecture, your head was pounding. You were exhausted and confused by the entire lesson plan. You swore you had no fucking clue what your teacher was talking about in almost any of the class.
"Drink?" Hayden asks. You desperately nod your head as he links arms with you, heading to your favorite pub.
You know those people who say they're going to only have one drink, and end up having multiple? Yeah that was you and Hayden. One turned to two, which turned to three, and four and so on. By your 6th drink you were hiccuping and slurring your words.
"Let's get you out of here." Hayden laughs, pulling your arm.
"I don't wanna go hooooomeeee." You whine. "Stupid Mark is there."
"What'd he do?" Hayden asks, holding your shoulder as he guides you out of the pub.
"I'm not his tyyyypee." You exaggerate, using finger quotes.
"But you're everyone's type." Hayden scoffs. "Especially mine."
"No…" you hiccup. "No, No, don't do that."
"Do what?" He asks. He leans his face close to yours, and you're uncomfortable. You can feel in your pocket, your phone vibrating. You grab it, fumbling to answer the call, not even reading who was calling.
"Hellooooo?" You answer, moving away from Hayden's close face.
"Where are you?"
"Mark?" You ask.
"Yes, Y/N, Where are you?" He asks again.
"Why do you even care?" You wonder.
"Y/N. Please, just tell me." He sighs.
"I got a drink with Hayden." you giggle. "That turned into 6… I think he's trying to kiss me." You whisper.
"At the pub by school?" He asks.
"Yeah, we left. He's walking me home."
"Stay there." He deadpans. "I'm on my way."
You wanted to tell him no but the line went dead. You slipped your phone back in your pocket as Hayden walked over to you. "Who was that?"
"Mark." You slur. "He told me to wait here." You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.
"I'm more than capable of taking you home, you know." He whines. You look at him, he looks annoyed.
"Yeah, I know." You smile. "I didn't ask him to come." You chuckle.
"Doesn't matter. Why does he have to come? Why can't I just have some time with you? And why are you okay with him coming!? I thought you didn't like him." He huffs.
"It's complicated Hayden." you sigh.
This sudden serious talk was beginning to sober you up and you didn't like it.
"Complicated how?" He asks. You grab the sleeve of his arm, dragging him back towards the bar.
"More drinks." You huff, Hayden in tow. He chuckles from behind you, as the two of you enter the bar. You wanted to see how many shots you were able to do before Mark busted through the door.
It ended up only being two. The front door of the pub swings open, a huffing Mark walks in, looking around the bar for you. You tried to duck behind Hayden, but drunk you wasn't the best person at hiding.
"Mark." Hayden says, placing his hand on Mark's chest to stop him. "She's fine with me. You can go." He finishes.
Mark looks down at Hayden's hand, swatting it off of him. "She's fine with you, huh?" He laughs. "After you tried to kiss her?" Hayden doesn't say anything. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Y/N, let's go. I told Jake I'd bring you home."
"So you're not here because you want to be." You sigh, standing up. "Jake sent you?"
"Yeah." Mark responds, avoiding your eyes. You scoff, pushing past him and Hayden, heading towards the front door.
Mark follows closely behind you as you walk out the door. "I'm parked right there." He says, pointing to his car.
You huff as you walk towards it, climbing in the back seat. Mark climbs into the driver's seat, turning around to look at you. "Why are you back there?" He asks.
"It's much safer back here." You say, crossing your arms.
"Safer from what?" He asks, starting the car.
"Safer from you. You can't kiss me back here and then tell people I'm not your type." You yell.
"Y/N.. that's not…" He starts.
"I don't wanna hear it." You yell, cutting him off. He sighs as he starts to drive towards your house. The rest of the ride goes by in silence. You walk in the door first, Jake tries to greet you but instead you walk straight up the stairs and head towards your room, changing into some shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. You glance at the clock, it was only 10pm, and Jake had already forced you to go home. It wasn't even that late, you were an adult, so why were you listening to them? You pulled out your phone to send a text to Jessie, seeing what she was doing.
[To: Jessieeee] 10:02pm: What are you doing rn?
[From: Jessieeee ] 10:05pm: Party at the Kappa house. Come!!
You smile at your phone as you crawl out of bed and head to your closet. You slip on a dress, quickly doing some makeup and your hair. You grab a pair of shoes. You open your bedroom door, peeking out into the hallway, not seeing anyone you quietly head down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as you possibly can. You peek around the corner, seeing Mark and Jake watching something on the couch. You tiptoe by, opening the front door, and of course it squeaks.
"Y/N?" Jake yells. You pull the door open as fast as you can, not bothering to shut it and you bolt from the house. You look behind you, seeing Jake's shadow in the door frame as you take off.
Once you feel like you're far enough, you slow down, put on your shoes and call an Uber, which comes quickly, taking you to the lively party house.
Jessie came outside as soon as you texted that you had shown up. She pulls you into the house, heading straight for the drinks, which were surrounded by so many attractive men.
"Y/N, this is Kai, Shaun, Chance, Brady and Kallum." She says, introducing you. You smile and wave at them all, but one in particular cannot take his eyes off of you.
The seven of you stand around taking shots, talking and laughing for a few minutes, until Kai holds his hand out to you.
"Wanna dance?" He asks, with a gorgeous smile. You take his hand, smiling back at him before he drags you to the living room.
You're hot as you dance in the crowd of people, Kai's hands roaming your body as the two of you danced close to each other. His eyes remain on you and yours on his. You are completely oblivious to anything else going on, until Kai is ripped away from you. You look over in shock to see Mark standing there. He walks closer to you, you back up until you can't anymore. His chest pressed against yours as he stared at you.
"What are you doing?" he asks, cocking his head to the side.
"Dancing. What does it look like?" You ask.
Mark is pulled away from you. You see Kai standing there, the collar of Mark's shirt crumpled up in Kai's fists.
"What the fuck, man?" Kai yells, shoving Mark back. "Y/N, Do you know this dude?" He asks.
You sigh, running your hand over your face.
"He's my brother's friend." You say.
Kai nods his head, walking away, but keeping a close eye on Mark. You grab his wrist, pulling him outside the house.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" You ask.
He chuckles a humorless laugh. "Why are you trying to make me jealous?" He asks, walking closer to you, moving his face closer to yours.
"Why are you jealous? I'm not your…" You say before he cuts you off.
"Cut the shit." He breathes, crashing his lips onto yours. His hand presses against the back of your head, pushing into the kiss harder. His lips move against yours as his tongue slides into your mouth, swirling around your own. You wrap your arms around him, bringing your bodies closer together. The sound of someone yelling causes the two of you to break the kiss. Mark pulls you to his car, opening the passenger door for you before moving around to the driver's side. He speeds off, turning down random streets until you hit one that's fully dark. His hand held onto your thigh the entire time, slowly sliding up with each turn.
He puts the car in park, sliding his seat back. You reach over, unbuttoning his pants as he kisses you again, this time with more desperation and neediness. His hands roam your body as he pulls you closer to him and onto him, straddling him. He pulls his cock out before moving your panties to the side. Just as you begin to lower yourself onto him, his phone rings. He grabs it from the cup holder, groaning as Jake's name flashes across the screen.
"Don't answer." You breathe, desperate to feel his cock inside you.
He swipes to answer. "Yeah?"
"Did you find her?" Jake asks. You smirk as you lower yourself onto him, his cock stretching you out. You watch Mark's face as he squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip to keep from moaning out.
"Yeah, I've got eyes on her - She's fine. I'll get her home soon." He says, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the seat next to him .
"You lied to him." You moan as you rock your hips against him, his cock so deep inside you.
"It's not a lie." He smirks. "I do have eyes on you." He says, his hands on your hips as he guides you while you ride him. Mark moves his hands all over your body, up to your breasts, pulling them from your dress. He grips them, pulling you closer to him as he slips your nipple into your mouth, sucking on it. You cry out as you bounce on his dick, the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple sending you over the edge.
"God damn." He groans. "You feel so fucking good."
You smile as you throw your head back, he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you. You run your hands through his hair as you continue grinding on him, your orgasm building so quickly.
"Fuck." You breathe, squeezing your cunt around him, trying to delay your orgasm but it doesn't work, your eyes roll back as you cry out, your orgasm pulsates through your body.
"Oh fuck." He groans. "I'm gonna cum."
"Cum in me." You breathe, bouncing harder. "I'm on birth control."
Mark moans loudly as he cums, thrusting himself deeper inside you. The two of you breathe heavily, your chests heaving as you slide off his cock and back into the passenger seat.
The rest of the ride is quiet as he drives back to your house. You walk in the front door, Jake is in the living room.
"Don't take off again, please." He sighs, his eyes never leaving the tv.
"I am an adult, you know." You say.
"Yeah, but you're still my little sister." He replies.
"Night." You say, heading up the stairs to take a shower. That night you fall asleep, dreaming of Mark and what this night meant for the two of you.
The next morning you wake up happy as fuck.
Happier than you had been in a very long time. It was Saturday and you were excited for the day and what might come of it. You look at the clock, you'd slept in late, it was already 1pm. You went downstairs, seeing Jake and Mark in the kitchen talking and laughing.
"What's your plan for tonight, Y/N?" Jake asks, popping a candy in his mouth.
"I'm not sure yet." You smile, glancing at Mark. "What about you?" You ask your brother.
"Gonna have people over later, but first Mark and I are going on a double date." He laughs.
"Oh?" You partially choke. "A date?"
"Yeah." Jake chuckles. "Mark here has been talking to Maya for a few weeks. And Jessie and I are going to join them." He explains. You look over at Mark, who won't look at you.
"Sounds fun." You whisper.
"Yeah." Mark pipes up. "It should be."
"I'm going to bed." You announce, glancing at Mark one more time. He wouldn't look at you. He knew what he did was wrong and you hoped he'd see how fucking hurt you were. How could he fuck you like that and then turn around and go on a date with someone else? Especially someone named Maya. All the Maya's you had met throughout your life had always been twats and you were sure this one would be too.
You cleaned yourself up in the shower, scrubbing your body as you try to scrub away the memory of Mark, you can still feel his fingertips on your body, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, his breathy moans in your ear.
You close your eyes as you remember how fucking good he made you feel. You stumble back, lost in your memories, banging your head on the shower wall. You shake the memories from your head, you wished you didn't have those, you wished this had not happened. You wished you would have known how he would have acted towards you after he fucked you because then you wouldn't have done it. You wouldn't have made yourself feel like garbage. You felt like an idiot. At what point did you stop hating him?
You get out of the shower, drying yourself off before slipping on jammies before you crawl into your bed. You couldn't help but feel betrayed and just heartbroken at his actions.
You laid in bed, wondering what you could do. Part of you wanted revenge, the other part wanted nothing to do with him anymore. You could get even with him, especially since there was a party tomorrow night, you'd easily be able to make him jealous, and maybe.. just maybe it might make you feel better to see him seething at you with another man. Judging by his reaction ro you just dancing with Kai, he might blow up. But did you even want to get even? Or did you want to just forget about it? You fought internally with yourself for what felt like hours, until you decided to make your decision in the morning.
The next morning you woke up, feeling hurt but also excited. You'd had a dream about making him jealous, and even though that probably wasn't the best idea, you were going to do it anyway. You had hoped your plan would all go according to plan, but you were well aware that life was often able to throw you curveballs and you really hoped tonight would be one of the nights that it didn't.