5. Reece

Malyk is smiling like a giddy fool from the moment I open my dorm room door to him. I'm sure he's taken something, that he's high as fuck.

I shut the door behind him–so Rave doesn't escape–and he laughs like a crazed hyena.

"Ree, I have an invite for us."

"What in the hell are you on about, Mal?"

He yanks out a piece of paper from his pocket and waves it in my face.

"I got us an invite."

"To what?" I snap at him, annoyed. I snatch the piece of paper from him.

Capullo Frat Ball.

Valley View University commons

Friday 20th August

Beginning 8 pm

I scoff, shoving the invite against Malyk's chest.

"No fucking way, Mal. We're not going to a Capullo party."

"But we are, Ree. This invite summons us."

"Seriously Mal, you need to lay off the drugs."

He chuckles like the hyena again, his slender fingers again delving inside his pocket. Withdrawing them on his fingertip he has a small round ecstasy tablet. He holds it out to me. "Take it, Ree." I want to protest, but Malyk won't stand for that. His idea of fun is getting high and drunk and then fucking a random stranger. I'm down for the latter. It's been way too long since I've been with a guy. I know I could take Malyk up on his offer of a quick fuck, but his feelings for me make that a no-go. Plus he doesn't even get a rise out of my dick. He's my best friend. Nothing more. Ever.

"Reece, you gonna take the little fun time pill?" he taunts me, pressing it against my lips with a smirk on his face.

I don't respond but stick out my tongue and Malyk puts the tiny pill into my mouth. I take it in and he lets his finger linger in my mouth as I close my lips around the digit. Malyk groans which pisses me off, so I bite down hard on his finger and he yanks it out of my mouth, rubbing at the mark I made on his knuckle.

"You bit me, Ree."

"Had to get your dirty finger out of my mouth somehow, Mal. You were enjoying that way too much."

"Can't help it. I was thinking about your stunning lips wrapped around my cock."

"Not going to happen, Mal. Ever. You need to find another guy to suck you off."

He laughs, less like a hyena but still nerve grating. "Maybe you"ll find a guy tonight. Get you laid."

I scoff, swallowing hard before replying, "I don"t want a guy, Malyk."

"Don't want, but need my sweet. There is a difference."

"Whatever, Mal. Are we going to this party or getting high here?"

"Partying up the night. And make sure you stick by my side for the most part. We don't want Capullo wankers recognising you."

I nod, grabbing my hoodie from the back of my chair and shrugging it on.

Bending down I stroke Raven's head a moment, and he jumps up on the bed behind me. "Be good Rave," I instruct him, stroking his fur a little more as he gets comfortable on my pillow. "No loud meowing."

He doesn't respond. I follow Malyk out then, ignoring his scathing gaze about my outfit choice of black, ripped at the knees jeans and my favourite black hoodie with white writing on it that doesn't make any sense.

* * *

We really shouldn't have drivensince both of us are high, but the cops don't give a rats" arse around Vemore about cars literally flying around the streets.

Braking hard, I careen around the last corner to park outside Valley View University. There are so many cars, and I can already hear the thump of music coming from inside the university commons.

Malyk drags me out of the car, not even giving me a moment to pocket my phone and barely a moment to turn off the engine and pocket my key fob. He takes my hand, dragging me through the ornate gates of the university. The music grows louder and I can feel the thump in my head, the vibrations increasing the intensity of my high.

Once in the commons, I glance around, taking in the party scene around us. There are bodies everywhere, some dressed in plain clothes and others in drag costumes. That strikes me as odd, but then I don't really care. My high is starting to hit, and my whole body feels alive with the buzz. Malyk drops my hand, and whispers in my ear, "Be a good boy, Ree. I gotta schmooze with the invitees."

I hear his words but don't really process them. He dances off into the crowd, and I wander further into the party, my eyes taking in more of the space, drawn to the stage when I see my best friend dancing onto it. I have to be super high, surely seeing things because not only is Malyk on stage but he's decked out in a full drag outfit, complete with feathers in his tied-back hair and fishnet fucking stockings. Admittedly he looks hot, and I'm mesmerised for a moment watching him strutting around the stage to ‘I Will Survive' in his over the top, exuberant way.

Throwing my own body around on the dance floor I occasionally glance at others once Malyk is no longer on the stage. My high is wearing off too quickly so I head to the bar and order a beer.

Leaning against the bar top I scout the room again. I'd said to Malyk I wasn't going to find a guy tonight, but I can't deny that I do need to get laid. I spot a guy across the room. A gorgeous blonde dancing with a girl. His arms are wrapped around her waist, and hers are around his neck. They're swaying to the slow song playing through the speakers. He looks as though he'd rather be anywhere else, his expression vacant. I can"t take my eyes off him.

The song ends, and they step apart, him nodding at her and she does a fucking curtsy, as though we're living in the nineteenth century and this is actually a ball, not a frat party.

I watch the stranger as he comes my way, his eyes on me but not actually looking at me, but kinda through me. He turns at the last moment, heading towards the bathrooms. I shouldn't even be entertaining the thought of following him because he's most likely not gay, and following anyone into the bathrooms is creepy, but I put my empty glass down on the bar top and head to the bathrooms.

They're empty except for the gorgeous stranger who is washing his hands at the sinks. I stand behind him, and our eyes lock in the mirror.

"Excuse me," he says, his voice a little shy and raspy. Fucking sexy as hell.

"Don't mind me, gorgeous," I reply, stepping closer to him rather than away from him.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I taunt, snaking an arm around his waist and pushing him against the wall. He moves without a protest, except for a gasp escaping his lips.

"Um…what are you doing?"

"I saw you on the dance floor."

"Um…ok…and…"

"It looked like you weren't having a good time."

"I wasn't…and I'm not now."

"Maybe I can change your mind, gorgeous," I taunt him again, gripping his perfectly angled jaw. He gasps again and I chuckle slightly before I yank him closer to crash our lips together. His lips are soft and smooth and fit with mine like a perfect match. His lips on mine are igniting a fire from within. He's reluctant to kiss me back, so I break the kiss and increase the pressure of my grip on his jaw.

"Don't you kiss back?"

"I…don't…kiss strangers."

"You already did gorgeous, so kiss me again and I'll no longer be a stranger."

He gasps again, and fuck it's sexy. He's sexy. My dick is pulsing in my jeans and I slide my other hand into his blonde waves, tugging on the strands to pull him closer for another kiss. He moans this time, kissing me back and involuntarily darting his tongue out to lick the bow of my lips. I groan at that, pushing my pelvis against his. I can feel his dick brushing against mine, our kiss turning frantic with bites of our lips and our tongues playing. I feel weightless and I never want to come up for air, to break this kiss.

My bliss is cut short though, when the door squeals open behind us. I step away from the stranger who's panting for breath and staring at me and then to who is behind us. I turn to find my best friend standing there with a hand on his hip, his expression near irate. He grabs my hand, forcefully pulling me away and out of the bathroom.

"Seriously Mal. You tell me to hook up and then you dare interrupt."

He pulls me aside even more, into the dark hallway away from the party.

I eye him annoyed. "You jealous I wasn't kissing you?"

"No, Reece. Do you not know who you were just kissing?"

I shake my head, unfazed. "No, but surely he was just a hot as hades stranger."

Malyk shakes his head, scoffing. "Not a stranger…but the son of our enemy, Jasper Capullo."

I gasp, touching my kiss swollen lips. I can still feel his kiss. "You're shitting me?"

Malyk shakes his head even more violently than before. "I shit you not my friend."

"Fuck," I curse, before asking Mal, "How did he get so gorgeous?"

"He grew up, and came into himself." He certainly had grown up. No longer the ugly duckling but fuck…a gorgeous fuckable swan that can kiss a man like it's not a sin.

"I can see that. But fuck, Mal. I kissed him. I kissed Jasper Capullo, my sworn enemy."

Malyk laughs, and I elbow him in the side. "And what shall you do about it?" He taunts.

"Slap my best mate silly for talking like a dufus and then…" I contemplate my words, wondering what I do want to actually do now that I've kissed my enemy.

Malyk taunts me more, "And then what?"

I glare at him and respond, "Find Jasper to sin again, because that kiss was the best damn kiss of my life."

Malyk sniggers. "That may be easier than you think."

"What do you know, you devil?" I ask in a mocking tone.

"That our dear Jasper has just moved into the Valley View University dorms."

I kiss Malyk's cheek. He giggles, and I nearly slap him for that reaction before I respond with a snide tone, "Hmm. I guess he's going to get a visit."

Malyk doesn't respond then. He knows nothing will change my mind when I'm set on what I want. It's probably going to be my demise, but I want Jasper Capullo–my sworn enemy–and I always get what I want.