A/N: wowwww, sorry this took 5000 years guys but it is finally here!! Tell me what you think :)
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You glanced at the clock, only 5 minutes left, you thought. You had survived through an entire english class without being asked to read out loud, it was home stretch now. You relaxed a little, sitting back in your chair and smiling slightly.
“Okay gr.10, for tomorrow I want you to pick a scene from Macbeth and either act it out as a play or film it,” announced the teacher, “You can be in partners of two or alone.” The whole class erupted in whispers and commotion as people made their groups.
“Hey y/n,” Liam said, leaning towards you, “do you want to be together?” You smiled at him sweetly. “Sure, you can come over to my house to work on it, if you want,” you said, ripping a sheet of paper out of a notebook and writing something down on it. “Here’s my address and number.”
Liam looked down at the paper, staring at it for a moment, “But this is Lydia Martin’s address.”
“Oh, I’m her cousin,” you said, “I’m staying with her for a while. Are you friends?”
“Kinda,” Liam said as the bell rang, “Well, I guess I’ll see you later.” You gathered your books and waved to him, heading to your locker.
“Hey babe, what’s up?” You paused in putting your books away to look at your new visitor. It was a tall, buff guy, who was holding a red jersey and lacrosse stick. He must be on the lacrosse team, you thought. You made eye contact with him and smirked, putting the rest of your books in your locker and shutting it. You leaned against the wall, fluttering your eyelashes and tilting your head to look up at him.
“It’s y/n,” you said, “but you can call me babe if you want.” He chuckled and placed his hand on the wall beside your head.
“I like your style, I’m Devon,” he said, “I’m having a party tonight and normally I don’t invite the lowerclassmen, but I think I can make an exception for you.” You paused, thinking about the plans you had already made with Liam. Oh well, you thought, it’s not like it’s a big deal. You grabbed a pen you saw sticking out of his back pocket, lingering your hand a bit longer than you had to. You reached up to his arm and wrote your phone number on it.
“Text me the address,” you said, putting the pen back and winking before you walked away.
Sneaking out of the house at 6 that evening, you hopped into Lydia’s car and backed out of the driveway. You didn’t technically have a license, but you’d driven enough times to not crash or anything. You decided to head to the movie theatre for a few hours before the party. You knew Liam was coming over at 7 and honestly, you just didn’t feel like explaining to him what you were doing instead of your project. You got a call from Lydia as you walked into the theatre, but you ignored it, knowing she would just yell at you.
A few hours later, when the movie was done, you checked your phone and saw had 8 missed calls; 6 from Lydia and 2 from Liam. You rolled your eyes and got back in the car, punching Devon’s address into the GPS. It was fifteen minutes until you pulled into Devon’s driveway. You grabbed the bottle of vodka you found in Lydia’s house and made your way to the door. You took a deep breath and walked inside, being met by a cloud of smoke and the smell of alcohol.
It wasn’t long before you were stumbling around the party, laughing at what everybody said. You were dancing to Drop It Low Girl with Devon when you heard someone yell, “BODY SHOTS!” Devon quickly picked you up, lay you down on a table, and pulled your dress up to your bust. You giggled as he kissed you stomach all over, then your lips. He pulled away and you felt salt being poured in a circle around your bellybutton. Next came the cool sensation of the tequila and suddenly his lips were around your navel, licking and sucking. You enjoyed the sensation, and laughed, running your fingers through his hair. He was done quickly and now his lips were on yours. The kiss was sloppy and full of tongue, but you still enjoyed it. He moved his lips to your jaw, then made his way down your neck. He was kissing your collarbone sensually, when you felt a vibration in your pocket. You took out your phone and answered it.
“Hello? Y/n?” you heard someone ask on the other end.
“Yesss, may I ask who is calling?” you said in a slurred voice.
“It’s Liam! Are you drunk, y/n? Where are you?”
You felt Devon move back up to your face, “Who’s that baby? Can we move upstairs? Let’s go upstairs.” He picked you up and you screeched gleefully, laughing into the phone.
“Was that Devon Clark?” Liam asked, “ I know where he lives, I’m coming to get you y/n. Just don’t do anything stupid.”
You heard the call end and dropped the phone back in your pocket. You were at the stairs now, and you kissed Devon, moving your lips down to his neck and sucking. You licked and sucked, until you were sure there would be a mark left. Devon stumbled a bit on the last step, almost dropping you and making the both of you laugh. He opened a door and closed it with his foot, dropping you on the bed. You lay back, with him on top of you and pulled him to your lips. The kiss was messy and your tongues were all over, but you didn’t care. He ran his hand down your side, stopping at your hip and making small circles with his thumb. You pulled your lips from his and took a moment to tug his shirt off. You dragged your hand down his stomach, which was flexed in abs. You smiled at him and pulled him back down to your lips, kissing and biting. Devon’s fingers reached the hem of your dress and he started to pull upwards when someone came crashing into the room.
“Y/n! You’re here!” You looked up to see Liam hunched over with his hands on his knees and breathing heavily.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him confusedly, “What are you doing here?” Liam took his last big breath of air and stood up, walking over to the bed and grabbing your wrist.
“I’m here to take you home, y/n,” he said. You pulled yourself from his grasp, crawling into Devon’s lap.
You crossed your arms and pouted, “But I don’t want to go home.”
Dvon looked at Liam with a pointed look. “She said she doesn’t want to go home, bud. So why don’t you just leave us be, yeah?” Liam huffed, going over to Devon and picking you up, out of his lap. He threw you over his shoulder and turned around to walk out the door. Devon got up, trying to grab you back, but Liam easily shoved him off.
“Whatever,” Devon said, shoving past the two of you back downstairs. You heard shrieks of joy from girls as you were sure they were all goggling over his bare chest. You hit Liam’s back over and over again, trying to get him to let you down, but it was no use. You were drunk and in no fit shape to fighting. He took you out to Lydia’s car and sat you down in the passenger seat, grabbing the seatbelt and pulling it around you.
“I don’t need your help, I can do this myself,” you said, taking the seatbelt from him and trying to find the hole to put it in. You struggled for a few moments before you gave up, letting Liam put it on for you. He closed the door and got in the driver’s seat, finding the keys in the sun visor. As you pulled out of the driveway, you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier. You tried to stay awake, but it wasn’t long before you were snoring in the passenger seat.