I want to punch his smug face.

I’m about a ten on the buzzed scale, about a five on the wasted.

“That’s Phil, or Will… something like that,” Logan says.

“And…?” I ask, wanting more information.

“And that’s all you get, why? You jealous?”

I look at him.

“Quit being an asshole, you know I’m fucking jealous. Who is he?”

“You’re not allowed to be jealous, from what I know, she’s not your girl, is she?”

He asks this with his eyebrows raised, begging me to say something stupid. Declare my love for her or some shit. He’s not getting it, not today.

“Who is he, Logan?” I’m not in the mood for this shit and he knows it now.

He sighs. “He’s Maloney’s brother. I’ve seen him around the house a few times. He’s not a frat brother though. He’s like… higher education type shit, Junior, maybe senior. On his way to med school or something. That’s all I got.”

Med School? I’m the high school jock and he’s med school. Great. I’m fucked.

I stand and walk to a better position where I can watch them.

“Don’t be an asshole, Jake,” Logan warns, but I don’t care.

***

*Mikayla*

Some girl in the corner of the room has been eye fucking Jake the whole night. I don’t know who she is but it’s pissing me off. I’m sitting on Jake's lap when she comes over to our group.

She takes a seat on Matt’s lap. He looks startled for a second but then places his hand on her thigh.

This whole time, she never takes her eyes off Jake.

Jake doesn’t seem to notice, or he doesn’t care.

I do. Notice I mean, and care.

If she was a guy, I’d junk punch her, for sure.

Thirty excruciating minutes of her trying to seduce him from across the room, I’ve fucking had enough.

I go to stand up and leave but Jake tightens his hold on me. “Just ignore her.”

So he has noticed.

“You think it’s okay for her to sit there, and look at you like that? It’s making me uncomfortable, Jake.” I whisper, so only he can hear.

“You think it’s okay to talk to some guy I don’t know about whatever the hell you guys were talking about, the whole time he’s gawking at you like he wants to eat you?” he says back quietly, anger laced in his voice.

“Jake, he was not-"

“I’m a guy Kayla, I know what he was thinking.”

“Jake, who’s your friend?” Tramptits asks, interrupting us.

I look over at her and narrow my eyes.

Jake sighs next to me. I look at him.

“Christy, I’m trying to have a conversation with my girl here,” he says to her, shaking his head.

“I didn’t know you had a girl,” Tramptits coos at him.

He ignores her and looks back to me, trying to get back to our conversation.

“I just thanked him for being there today. He was the TA I told you about, and he told me about an apartment that was free in his building that-"

“What?!” Jake almost yells, then softens his tone. “You mean to tell me that asshole just happened to be at your work today, and now he’s telling you about apartments near him?”

I open my mouth to say something but Tramptits interrupts again. “Is something wrong Jake? Anything I can help with?” she coos innocently, batting her eyelashes at him.

Thats when the rage consumes me and something I never knew existed takes over. I stand up.

Everything around us goes quiet, waiting for what’s about to happen.

Logan and Jake are on their feet ready. I stalk over to get in her face.

Lucy, who I didn’t even know had arrived, is right next to me.

“Quit eye fucking him!” I spit out, finger in her face. “I’m right fucking here. Do you know how disrespectful that is?” I fume, pointing up and down my body.

“Yeah, you fucking slut!” Lucy yells from next to me. Cam laughs and throws his arm around her.

“I’m so fucking sick of girls like you thinking it’s okay to want what’s not yours to have.”

“Fucking whore!” Lucy yells, she’s drunk. I love drunk Lucy.

“Calm down, bitch.” Bitch?

“Bitch?” Lucy and I repeat.

“Yeah,” Tramptits says, standing up. “I’m not the only one that looks at him, so why do you care?”

“Because he’s fucking mine!” I growl out. “And if I so much as see you look at him again, the next thing you’ll be gawking at is my fist coming towards your face! Got it?”

“I swear to god, Micky,” Lucy snarls at her, Cam’s pretending to hold her back, amused by her drunk state. “I’ll cut a bitch for you, just let me go, Cam. Let me go!” she yells, trying to fight his grip.

Tramptits walks away and we all burst into laughter. I don’t know how it went from heated rage to hilarious, probably Lucy, and the fact that we’re all drunk. Jake puts his arm around my shoulders. “I’m so fucking turned on right now,” he says.

***

Jake surprises everyone by getting on the karaoke stage. Mic in hand, looking down, blush creeping to his cheeks. He clears his throat and then speaks into the Mic.

“This is umm… this is for my girlfr-" he cuts himself off when my eyes bug out, because I’m not. His girlfriend, I mean, not yet. And it’s not fair to him. Because I’m not ready, but I’m also not ready for him to move on either. “Um, I mean my Kayla. Just my Kayla. Just um, mine,” he has a little smile on his face and it’s so fricken adorable.