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High Cheng - Xu Minghao x Reader StonerAU (On-Going) Chapter Three

What happens when you get dragged to your best friends boyfriends party and end up getting high with a hot stranger, whom you got along with very well, only to realise the next day, you never got his name?

PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.

Read Chapter One: All Big Parties Suck

Read Chapter Two: A Smoking (hot) Stranger

CHAPTER THREE: A Cry Fest

MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: Drug Usage, College Party, Mentions of SA, Mentions of Cheating/Being Cheated On, Smoking

"You know what, sure. I'll take some hits from your joint."

"Cool." He takes one more hit before passing the half smoked joint towards me. I reach to grab it when he says "Nah uh, take a hit from my hands. It'll ease you back in better."

Yeah right. Definitely not how that works but, screw it. I take a hit and let the affects take over me.

"This shit is good! This the stronger stuff?"

"Mhm, I normally smoke the usual, but I needed something stronger to get me through this shithole of a party." He replies, taking another hit before offering me another.

"Yeah, I get that."

"Why'd you come anyways?" I take another hit. "Not that it's a bad thing. It's just like, you don't seem to know anyone here, and I have no idea who you are. You don't seem like the type to crash parties on the regular."

"You'd be right." I say as I exhale the smoke in my lungs watching him take another hit. "I was dragged here by my best friend. Her boyfriend's here since his old roommate is the one hosting and she wanted me to be here in case something happened. But after meeting this old roommate, she saw her boyfriend and I didn't feel like being a third wheel the whole time."

"Chai? I had no idea he had a new girlfriend"

"You know him?"

"Of course I do, I mean Shua's not his only ex-roommate."

"Oh, yeah right! I forgot you live here... and that this is your room." Gosh, I'm an idiot at some points.

"Yeah, this is my room. Speaking of my room. Whats the real reason you were in here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why were you crying?" he asks. Fuck. So he saw that.

"I wasn't crying!" I say defensively. As long as he didn't see what happened with the asshole Jack.

"Sure you weren't." He takes another hit, the roll shrinking as it burns more and more by the second. "Then explain the obvious tear stains on your face."

I remain silent, unsure if I should talk about it so freely.

"Look, you don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna. But I'm just saying, ranting to a stranger helps out more than you think. And I like to think I'm a good listener. But if you don't wanna, that's fine. We can chat about whatever you want to. Plus we're both high, it's not like the conversations gonna go boring."

"It's just that..." I pause, worried that if I continue to talk I might start to cry again.

"Hey!" He moves closer to me, moving his hand to lightly grab my chin, moving my face to stare at him. "It's okay to not feel okay. It's perfectly fine if things affect you, a lot of things will affect everyone. It doesn't make you less of a person for letting your emotions out. It does however stunt yourself from growing into a stronger person if you hold all that emotion in until it bottles up and explodes."

My heart feels like it going a million miles an hour. His touch, his words, the smell of the smoke wafting around, the buzz I'm feeling from said smoke. It's getting to be too much. But, he makes me feel safe. This total stranger, someone I've never met, someone who's balcony I am sitting in, someone who's sharing their joint with me, someone who is so willingly letting me rant to him about my problems without any judgement or butting in, just listens. Someone who finally makes me feel safe.

"Okay."

"Huh?" He removes his hand from my chin, my skin tingling, missing the feeling of his touch.

"I'll talk about it with you."

"Good, it'll help you, trust me."

"I do. Despite you being a total stranger."

He laughs a little in agreement before quieting down taking another joint out of his little container, lighting it and then offering me the first hit. I take the hit and exhale as I prep myself for the story about to come.

Time Skip: Y/N explaining the whole situation between Jack (A/N: I am not re-writing that whole section)

"So, yeah. That's how I ended up in your room. Which I am still very sorry for barging in by the way."

"No! No no, it's all good. I'm glad you found an empty room and didn't leave. If you left I wouldn't have a new smoking buddy."

I laugh a little, then I laugh even more. And suddenly I'm crying again. I can feel the tears falling down my face at a rapid pace, the snot running from my nose. The emotions finally overflowing from the metaphorical bottle that I've been stuffing my problems in to.

"Woah, woah! Hey. Hey! Look at me." I look up at him, the tears still pouring. "It's okay, don't worry. I'm here." He gets off his bean bag and moves to sit on mine, moving his arms to wrap around me, providing much more comfort than I ever thought a person could give. "You wanna know something?" I nod in a small motion, trying to stop myself from crying more. "You are who you are because of these tough matters in your life. Everything that Jack guy said is not true. Especially if you believe it not to be. You are who you choose to be. And from the little time we have spent together, you have chosen to be everything thats right in this world. We aren't perfect, and that's okay. We shouldn't have to be. What that asshole said to you has nothing to do with the way you dress, your smile, or your personality. And it is absolutely not your fault." He tightens his hold on me and I move closer to his chest, burying me face into his shirt.

"Thank you." I mumble into his chest.

He pulls away from the embrace, my body missing the way he held me. He moves to once again grab my chin, moving my face so that we maintain eye contact. "Any time. And I mean that. I know we met not long ago, and I know that you might not feel comfortable with me. But I want you to know I truly care for you. From the bottom of my heart. And I hope we can become friends in the future." He says, using his thumb to wipe away the tears remaining on my face.

"Me too. I don't know why, but I feel safe with you. From the minute we met. I just felt safe with you."

"I'm glad. You know, maybe we should stop being strangers?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I mean, lets introduce ourselves." He moves to no longer face my directly, still sharing the bean bag with me. "I live here. Obviously. I'm roommates with Joshua which I assume you've already met."

"Oh, yeah, Bible Boy? We meet not too long ago."

He laughs. "Bible boy? Gosh I didn't realise that name would stick. I told him to stop carrying a bible with him everywhere around the campus."

"Wait? He actually carried one with him everywhere? I thought it was just some stupid joke."

"Nope! He claimed he had to have it around him because he lecturer for bible and religious studies would pop up out of nowhere and if he saw any of his studies without a bible, they would automatically fail the class."

"Shit, did he keep up with it the whole course?"

"Nah, he dropped out half way through. Claims it was like he was studying to enter a cult, something along the lines of how it isn't actually teaching about religion or spiritualities but more some cult work shit."

"Mmmm."

"Enough about Shua! What about you?"

"Well... I feel like you know a fair chunk about me already."

"I guess but not really. I mean, what courses are you in?"

"I'm going for a major in psychology with a minor in medicinal biology. So stuff like psychological analysis of the human brain. I wanna be a neuroscientist but that probably not gonna happen." (A/N: Feel free to change this to fit you better, I've just put this here as something.)

"I feel like you could. You just gotta try."

"I just realised, I never got your name."

"Oh, yeah. That's kinda important to break the fact we are strangers."

We both laugh.

"I'm Ming-"

The stranger gets cut off by the door slamming open. We both turn our heads and see Nayeon, her face red from what I can assume is her trying to rub away the tears that are continuing to fall down her face, her once tan body now pale.

"N/N? I'm sorry if you're with a guy or something, but can we please go." she says in a timid yet loud enough for us to hear her from the balcony.

The stranger and I get off the bean bag and hurriedly make our way over the the disheveled Nayeon.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? What happened?" I quickly move closer to her to embrace her in a tight hug. Her tears start to fall even quicker, her sobs getting louder as she cries into my shoulder.

"He cheated on me."

"What? Who? Chai?"

"Yeah. I went to grab us a refill of our drinks and got caught up chatting with an old friend I saw there." She takes a deep breath, trying to control her tears, however it doesn't work as she starts to sob once again, unable to continue her sentence. I look over to see the hot half-stranger looking around for tissues. He finds a box and hands them to me. I pull a few out and wipe away her tears as he motions for me to move her to the bed, letting her feel more comfortable. I smile weakly, silently thanking him for being so kind towards us, despite us now both having barged into his room. I move her towards the bed, letting her sit down.

"It's okay, take your time." I say reassuringly.

She takes another deep breath. "I was chatting with my friend when I realised 10 minutes had already gone by, so I excused myself and made my way back to him. When... When." I rub her back, in hopes of providing comfort. "When I see these two girls all over him. At first I was expecting him to push them away. But then he didn't and I couldn't move. Instead I just stayed there frozen, listening in. And then.. he... they... They asked him to have some fun with him... and he agreed...he kissed them, touching them all over, saying they couldn't do it right now because his 'clingy girlfriend' was still here. Then he said he would try and get me to leave so that they could continue sooner."

The room was quiet after that.

"I'm gonna to hurt him." A voice broke the silence. The stranger's voice to be exact.

Nayeon looks at me, still shaken up by the previously explained situation, however now slightly confused by this man defending her.

"I just met him today, he is a good person, trust me." I whisper to her, not quite wanting to explain everything that went down.

"I swear, I'll hurt that son of a bitch." The stranger continues about to barge out of the door.

I let go of Nayeon to quickly grab onto the stranger, stopping him from moving further.

"No need."

"Why? He's clearly hurt your friend and-"

"You won't need to because the second you get down those stairs, he will already be dead. By my fucking hands. That asshole!"

"No! Please N/N, can we just leave? I don't wanna create a whole thing about it."

I look at her. The pain in her soul showing through her entire body. She's right. I should just take her home.

"I'll drive both of you." the stranger offers.

"You can't, we were both smoking."

"I'll order you both an Uber."

"There's no-"

"No. I will order you both an Uber home. It's the least I can do... You both haven't had the best experience at this party and it's my duty to make sure the guests are treated well considering it's my house."

"Thank you."

We all walk downstairs, the stranger getting us an Uber as I tell him the address to Nayeon's house.

The Uber thankfully arrives quickly so there is no silence and we get inside and say our goodbyes.

"Tell Chai that they are over for me?" I quickly request the stranger.

"Of course. If you need anything please just let me know."

"Thank you."

I get inside the Uber and make sure Nayeon has her seatbelt on, nice and safe, before wrapping my arms around her to keep her within my body heat and embrace as we remain that way throughout the drive back to her house, her slowly falling asleep in my embrace as we near her house.

When we reach, she is fully knocked out, the left over tears staining her face. So, I decide to piggy back her to her bed, change her into more comfortable clothes and prepare some water and a small snack to leave on her bedside table.

I sigh, looking back at her as I make my way out her room, turning off her lights and closing her door, "Sleep well Nayeon." I say solemnly.

I close the door behind me and make my way to her couch, pulling out my phone scrolling on social media, before finally succumbing to slumber myself.

A/N: Please give me feedback on my writing! Two more chapters are posted (as of 23rd Feb 2024) however, the story is on-going.

This book is still in the works, and I desperately want to finish it this year. However, I'd like to make everyone aware of three issues. a) There are only three chapters published right now as I want to receive feedback from my audience on my writing style and plot building. Despite having been writing for many years, I am not confident in the style that I use for my stories and would appreciate constructive critique to help me improve future chapters. After a month of posting the chapters, further content will be added throughout this trail, I will collect the feedback, delete this section of my disclaimer, and apply my audience's feedback. Second, I am in my final year of school, therefore school comes first. Furthermore, my weekly schedule is extremely hectic, so many of these will be written during my rare free time or at times when most people are sleeping (don't worry, I will prioritise my health). Finally, this book covers mature issues like as drug usage, smoking, alcohol use, cheating, references to SA, and more. These will all be addressed at the start of the chapter so that you are aware in case triggers arise. Furthermore, I have never used drugs or any of the other topics discussed in this book, so I apologise if anything is incorrect.

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High Cheng - Xu Minghao x Reader StonerAU (On-Going) Chapter Two

PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.

Read Chapter One: All Big Parties Suck

CHAPTER TWO: A Smoking (hot) Stranger

MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: Drug Usage, Mentions of SA, College Party, Smoking

"Do you wanna, uh join me? On my balcony I mean."

I stay silent.

"I'm just saying cause, I get what you mean by finding my balcony relaxing. Its the sole reason I chose this to be my room. And I wouldn't want to overwhelm you more by forcing you back into that hectic mess."

I think for a short while. I mean, it's better than going back out there and crying more.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. That would be great."

"Cool! Let me just grab some beanbags I have in my closet so we aren't just sitting on the cold hard floor." He says as he makes his way to his closet pulling out two beanbags and bringing them out to his balcony.

I follow him in silence before sitting down on one of the beanbags and stare at the night sky.

A few minutes of silence passes by.

"Are you cool if I uh, smoke? It just my way of relaxing... If you aren't cool with it then I won't. I just wanted to ask" The hot stranger asks, breaking the silence.

"Oh, yeah! Go ahead. I don't mind."

"Are you sure? I just don't want the weed smell and all to annoy or affect you in any way."

"No, no. You're okay! I used to smoke so I'm used to all of that anyways."

"Used to?" He inquires as he pulls out a little box with pre-rolled joints and a lighter.

"Mhm! I used to smoke a fair bit, but then school got harder, and took up more time and brain power until smoking wasn't a thought anymore. I just didn't have time. Plus, schools gotta come first, no?"

By now he has lit the joint, taken a puff and now the smell is starting to become familiar.

"I guess so. But having fun is also something that should come first. I mean, if all you do is work, wheres the fun in that." He takes another hit. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I only smoke in moderation, unless its school break. I mean I can't let it affect my school life. But, we're also in college. We're supposed to be drunk or fried half to time."

I laugh. "I guess so. I mean, it did help with the stress. Especially whenever I'd have Mr 'Havoc' Harrison. I swear he's the sole reason I used to smoke so much. Fucking annoying as hell. Never let us have a break"

"You mean Gary Harrison? Teaches communications?" he inquires with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, why, you've had him before?"

"Fucking hell, of course I have. I had to take one of his courses for my major or some shit. He's a shit teacher, no wonder he'd give us so much homework and assignments, cause the asshole never taught anything himself."

"Ugh, I get what you mean! Once I got super sick and couldn't turn up to classes and although I was emailing him about the lectures if he could forward me them or just tell me what we learnt, he just didn't! So when I approached him about it, he responded with 'Oh! I saw them. But you should've turned up to class instead of flaking on my classes. I'm not giving you resources for free.' Like, free! Dude I pay for your classes and all your stupid materials that we never use."

"Woah, really? Jesus, that must've sucked tenfold for ya. I still have no idea why he still teaches at this school."

I sigh. The anger in the rant, plus all the added emotions from the previous scenarios from this party, not to mention the smell of this guys joint, it's making me wanna-

"Hey." He says cutting off my thoughts. "You wanna hit?"

I look at him. "Huh?"

"I mean, today sure as hell must have sucked for you to be sitting out here in my balcony. Not to mention all the emotions rising in you after that rant. Plus you said you used to smoke to relax or destress, right? Why not smoke a joint?"

"Oh, I mean. I don't know. It's been a while."

"Just give it a try. I'll give you wanna my pre-rolled ones if you want?"

I look at him, unsure what to do.

"If you're still unsure, why not just take a few hits from my joint and if you don't want anymore, I'll happily smoke the rest."

If it were any other person in this world offering me this, offering me a joint, a total stranger. I would say no in a heartbeat. But, I wanna say yes. This man, this very attractive man, just makes me feel safe. Heck if it was anyone else, I wouldn't be here on a random balcony. But here I am. Making stupid choices. And this next choice might be one of them.

"You know what, sure. I'll take some hits from your joint."

Read Chapter Three: A Cry Fest

A/N: Please give me feedback on my writing! Two more chapters are posted (as of 23rd Feb 2024) however, the story is on-going.

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.

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High Cheng - Xu Minghao x Reader StonerAU (On-Going) Chapter One

PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.

CHAPTER ONE

MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: Alcohol Consumption, College Party, Slight SA

"I just don't get why I need to be going as well. It's not like I'm the one dating Chai." I say as we continue walking down the side path towards this party my best friend Nayeon, is dragging me to.

"Yeah, but you're my best friend, and I'm dating him. Plus all you do is study, which is fine! But you need to let loose once in a while. And who knows, you might end up meeting ur future husband." Nayeon pauses and then looks me up and down. "Well at the very least you'll get laid thanks to the outfit I picked out for ya!"

I playfully nudge her in retaliation to her comment. "Shut up, I only asked for your help because I don't know anyone going and I don't want your boyfriend and his friends thinking I'm some loser and therefore ruin your image."

She stops. Her mood suddenly turning serious "Hey. No matter what you look like or how you dress, it does not matter. Who cares what they think anyways? You're my best friend. Nothing could change that. Not even my boyfriend."

I smile. "I love ya you know."

"I love you too. Which is why I am bringing you out tonight! Have some fun! Enjoy your youth!"

"You're talking as if I'm not older than you."

"By a few months!"

We end up reaching where the party is being hosted. A nice two story house, people surrounding, all mingling with one another, a few people making out, a few people doing more than they should be for being in the front lawn of a house. I mean, it looks like a typical house party.

"Who's hosting this anyways?" I ask, unsure if her boyfriend would be capable of hosting such a big party.

"Uh, I believe Chai's old roommate."

"You mean the bible boy?"

"Mhm, I think Joshua is his name. Maybe double check. Just don't call him bible boy to his face. I don't wanna bully Chai's friends before evening getting to know them."

"Wait.. You've never met any of his friends? Haven't you been dating for a while now?"

"Mhm, around 8 months now, but I don't know. He's been distant recently, so when he mentioned Joshua hosting a party I asked if we could come so I could spend more time with him."

We managed to squirm our way through the front lawn and through the door only to find Bible Boy standing there.

"Hiya! Welcome! Oh! You must be Chai's girlfriend! Nayeon, right?" Joshua asks, facing Nayeon

"Mhm! And you're Joshua?"

"Yeah, but feel free to call me Shua or Josh if you'd like. Nice to meet ya finally." He turns his head to focus on me standing beside Nayeon. "You're Y/N, Nayeon's best friend? I've heard of you through the grape vine of these twos relationship."

"Yeah, nice to meet you Bible Boy."

"N/n! You said you wouldn't call him that!" Nayeon turns around, freaking out that Joshua may be offended by the name.

"I never agreed to anything."

Joshua laughs. "It's all good! Nice to know I'm famous around here. Nice to meet you too Y/N! Oh by the way Nayeon, Chai's sitting in the living room if you wanna head towards him."

"Oh, yeah, thanks. Are you, uh coming too?" Nayeon asks, hoping Joshua will lead her towards the right way as she is unfamiliar with the house.

"I would love to but I gotta greet the guests and make sure no ones throwing up on my roommates flowers, he would kill me if they were ruined. Hopefully we can meet again. Both of ya!" Joshua's voice fades as he starts walking away from us to make his way to the front lawn.

"Good first impression, no?" I say, hoping to at least calm Nayeon of her nerves.

"Yes, uh yeah, I think so." She looks around until she spots Chai. "Oh! I see him! You coming with or...?"

"Nah, you said you wanted more time with him, so I'll let you go of your babysitting duties for tonight." I say, looking around for where all the alcohol is, hoping maybe after a few drinks the nerves of my own that this party is giving me will chill out.

"You sure?"

I nod.

"Mkay! You go have fun! Let me know if you need anything! I'll be with Chai."

She starts to walk towards what looks like the living room with Chai sprawled over the couch. I take this as an opportunity to grab some drinks and maybe be social with those around me.

Walking towards what I assume is the drink bar I decide to make myself a drink in the goal that I'll get tipsy enough to start talking to the strangers surrounding the area.

A few drinks later...

"Hey."

I look up from the 4th drink I am pouring myself to see a tall brunette approaching me, an aura of unsafety following him.

"Hi?" I respond, questioning why he's approaching me of all people, the uneasiness coursing through me.

"Are you perhaps in Mr Lee's Psychology Course?" he says, clearly somewhat drunk.

"Uh, yeah. Are you?"

"Oh, uh no. My friends little sister is. I sometimes pick her up with her brother and I've see you there a few times with Chai's girlfriend."

"Oh, well. Yeah, thats me. You know Chai?"

"Yeah. He and I used to play basketball together back in high school."

"Oh. Cool" I reply, unsure how to answer as the conversation begins to become awkward. "So....uh. Why'd you approach me?"

"You keep popping up in my vision and either you're looking to get wasted with how much your drinking or know no one here. So I thought I'd say hi, or something"

"You'd be correct about both of those."

He laughs. "Well I'm Jack. And a few my friends and I are gonna play some beer pong if you wanna join. Well that's if you can hold your alcohol." He jokes

I think for a little, the aura of unsafety fading as I down my drink before deciding "Why not? As long as I'm against you though. I'll show you who can hold their alcohol." I challenge him.

I end up following him and meeting a few of his friends whilst playing a few rounds, their names not really registering in my head as I'm more focused on winning.

Time skip...

We end up playing a one on one match between myself and Jack. He's putting up a good game as we are now both on one cup each. Cheers from his friends go on in the background

"Hey, since we're even why don't we make a bet?" Jack suggests.

"Mmm, sure. What do you wanna bet?"

"Loser does whatever the winner wants. No complaints."

"Deal. Get ready to lose, loser. I've been looking for sometime to clean my house for me."

The game continues. Us both having our shot and missing until finally he throws a ball into my cup. Meaning I lost. His friends all cheering for him, some asking what he's gonna make me do now that I've lost. He walks up, cornering me. Suddenly that feeling of unsafety around him returns. I don't feel safe at all.

He gets closer and closer until "Let's date."

"What?" I exclaim as he's abrupt request comes out of no where. "I don't even know you."

"Of course you do baby. I'm Jack, remember? Unless your too drunk to be thinking straight."

I am most definitely not drunk. It's almost as if all of the sudden I'm sober. "No, I don't feel comfortable dating someone I just met. And don't call me baby." I say seriously.

"Fine then." He comes even closer, which is hard to believe as he was already pretty close to me. His hands start to roam up my waist and I flinch away in response. "At least let me have some fun with ya. I mean its what I deserve after seeing you all alone and deciding to approach you."

The aura of unsafety triples. "What? No. I don't wanna hook up with you, or date you. Please let me go!" I yell as I try to squirm out of his grasp.

"The more you move, the harder I'm getting baby." His legs trap my body from moving as his head makes its way to my neck and his arms start to try and take off my top.

"Let me go, you prick! I said no!" I yell, hoping one of his friends, or at least someone can hear me and help get this asshole off of me.

"Come on baby. Just a little fun is all I want."

Finally, I decided to get in the right head space and move my leg so that my knee forcefully hits his dick. He jolts and backs off, groaning in pain. "Fucking asshole." I mutter, emotions starting to rise due to the sudden uncomfortable situation.

"Ugh! You slut! The fuck was that for?!" He groans holding himself down there in hopes of soothing the pain. "You know what? Fuck it! You're a fucking wannabe slut anyways. Look, I only wanted to sleep with you cause you looked easy and were getting drunk. You're ugly and everyone here knows that. Why else did you think no one's approached you the whole night? Cause you're a fat ugly bitch who's only tagging along with your hot as fuck friend in hopes that others will like you too. I mean look at you. Don't act like you aren't some slut trying to show off what you don't have. The only thing you have is a fat ugly body and face covered in ugly as fuck stretch marks. Fucking hell." He says in retaliation to my kick and finally walks away.

And then my world stops. I look around to see people staring at me, looking as if their about to laugh. I hear whispers of how Jacks right and suddenly I have the urge to leave. I pull my shirt back down and walk fast towards the stairs in the hopes of finding a bathroom I can chill out in.

As I walk upstairs I can feel the tears threatening to spill, the emotions coming back.

'Fuck! He's right, they'll all right. I'm ugly and fat, and no one will ever like me.' Is all thats going through my head.

I look around frantically trying to find wherever this bathroom may be before finding a door and just opening it and walking into what looks like someones bedroom. "This isn't the bathroom. Ugh! I- Where's the bathroom?!" My tears spilling all over my face in frustration, embarrassment and sadness from the whole situation replaying in my head. Looking around I see no ones in the room and just decide to stay in the room instead of full on crying and letting strangers see me crying, further proving Jack's point.

I look to see a balcony and decide to just sit out there in hopes the night sky and fresh air might help me calm down a little.

I make my way to the balcony and close the door behind me, about to sit down when I hear the door open. Immediately i assume its a couple trying to hook up in here and regret not locking the door. I look down running back into the room trying not to see anyone's bits, especially not in the state I'm in.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry. The room was free so i walked in. Uh! You guys can continue your business and uh, hook up? Omg, i am so sorry. I will make my leave." I say in a rush trying to make my way out the door only to bump into someone who seems to be laughing. I look up to see a fully clothed man (thankfully) who is extremely attractive by himself laughing at me.

"Woah! It's okay! Chill out! I'm not here to hook up with anyone. I just wanted to grab my phone from my room. Speaking of which, why are you in my room?"

"Oh! I am so sorry." I try to compose myself, wiping away the tears I was previously shedding and back away to be a normal distance away from him before looking back up and meeting his gaze as he waits for my response. "Right. I'm sorry for uh, entering your room. I wasn't trying to snoop or be a perv I swear! I was trying to find the bathroom but ended up here and just decided to stay here in hopes of kinda getting away from the massive party for a while. And you're balcony just looked so inviting and relaxing, so I thought I could just sit out there for a little while before uh returning. But it's okay! I'll uh, get out of your hair now." I say quickly, before trying to make my way out of his door.

"Woah! Wait!" He says.

I stop turning around to face him.

"Do you wanna, uh join me? On my balcony I mean."

Read Chapter Two: A Smoking (hot) Stranger

A/N: Please give me feedback on my writing! Two more chapters are posted (as of 23rd Feb 2024) however, the story is on-going.

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.

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