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What was the saying, new year, new me?
Well if only that shit were true...Neither of you would simply just let it go. In the beginning, you both appeared to be picture perfect.
The 'It' couple.
The two of you were inseparable, catering to each other's every little need and desire, wallowing in the epitome of love. Thriving off of people either wanting to be you or to fuck you. Slowly building an empire on envy and lust.
But, like every relationship, there were...cracks.
Some bigger than others.
It was a quarter until midnight and more bodies flood into the lavish airbnb that Gaz booked up. It was said this New Year's party was going to be one for the books. By the looks of it, they weren't kidding either.
The LED lights hue a kaleidoscope of captivating colors as the bass of the music pulsates through the speakers and smoke wafts through the air.
Closing your eyes, you throw back another shot of vodka. The cool liquid goes down smoothly, your face begins to pucker, struggling with the burn that lingered. Your best friend of 3 years, Winnie, hands over the chaser you both shared and you swiftly extinguish the fire in your throat with Sprite.
"Bitch, you're going to black out before the new year even starts!" She chortled, sounding equally if not more, intoxicated.
"And? I want to black out this whole. Fucking. Year." You drawled each syllable in a slur. The rim of the red solo cup in your hand lightly taps at your bottom lip, getting ready to swallow what's left.
The second you make eye contact with her, the two of you are bursting out laughing. Winnie's hand clamps down on your arm, holding for support as you mindlessly stumble into each other. After the laughter dies down, Winnie checks the time on her phone and you manage to gulp down another shot.
"We have about, 20 minutes until it's the New Year and we both need to find someone worth a New Year's Kiss." Winnie mentions dryly as her eyes wander off into the sea of people. The smile on her face then evaporates, spotting trouble from a far. "Oh the fucking balls on this guy." She mutters.
Your brows knit together in confusion. "What? Who?"
As you turn to meet with her gaze, your chin tilts down, glaring through your eyebrows. All the fun you were having prior was immediately sucked out of the room.
The fucking audacity.
"Soap!" Gaz calls out as he bumped wrists with Johnny, who had his Herculean arm wrapped around some random skinny blonde. Gaz was never one to judge, but given who was at his party; he could already sense the looming tension. "What's goin' on, brother? Happy New Year's. Glad you could make it. So, uh...who's this?" He casually points, with an awkward smile.
"Of course. Happy New Year's. And uh...This is..." Johnny thinks for a moment, though, of course, he couldn't really find the fuck to give what her name was. Her job tonight was to smile pretty, wave a few times and end with his load on her, preferably on her perked up rack.
The blonde boobs for brain, frolickly rolls her eyes, extending her hand out to Gaz. "I'm Amber."
"Nice to meet you, Amber." Gaz says in a friendly tone as he shook her hand. His eyes flicker over to Johnny with worry eddying.
"So, you and y/n..?"
When your name was mentioned, Johnny shoots Gaz a quick look with resentment and ire ticking in his jaw. His free hand swipes over his face, fixing it and his hold on Amber.
"Fuck that crazy bitch." He denounces in a low voice.
Gaz doesn't say anything, instead he simply nods as he took a sip from his drink. Technically, Johnny wasn't lying. It also didn't come as a shock either, but it was a touchy subject.
For the both of you.
"I swear to god, Winnie, if he fucks her tonight. I will commit arson." You hissed out your promise with liquid courage backing you up.
Winnie methodically takes your drink away, familiar with your temperament, setting it to the side. Her hand circles back, combing her fingers through your hair, smoothing out your fly aways and nerves.
"On the bright side. You are way prettier than her. She literally looks like someone he picked up last minute at the pub. Definitely a downgrade."
"Clearly, which is so disrespectful on Johnny's end. At least if you're going to rebound publicly, make sure the girl is worth showing off."
Winnie nods in agreement. "Exactly."
You squint as Johnny and his plus one walk away from Gaz, maneuvering their way through the cesspool of bodies to dance. When they find a spot of their choice, Amber casts her arms up and around Johnny's neck, swaying her hips to the beat of the music as his palms gently glide down her curves until they lounged on her waist.
Johnny's midwinter blue eyes came up to sweep the room, promptly linking with yours. The corners of his mouth curled into a smug smirk, fully aware you would be watching. He had purposefully made sure to flaunt the piece of ass that he snagged right in front of you.
And just like that, the war was on.
And of course, he was winning.
Drumming your acrylic nails against the porcelain countertop, your chest heaves as the blood in your veins pumps with a potent mixture of bitterness and spite. Johnny pulls Amber closer, cradling her as they grind their bodies together. Mindful that your eyes would follow, Johnny's hands fall from Amber's waist to grope her non-existent ass. His eyes darken to a deep glacial blue as they glance back at you, ensuring that you're witnessing everything.
It was when Amber's lips instinctively find their way to the crook of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, that finally pushed you off the edge.
"Oh yeah, asshole? Two can play at this game." You grumbled, bolting from the kitchen, in search for a relatively semi-decent looking guy at the party.
"What did you s— Wait y/n!" Winnie goes to protest, but it was too late.
You had made up your mind and set out on your mission.
Approaching the first guy that caught your eye, you were ticking every box. Taller than Johnny? Check. Burly built? Check. Chestnut brown hair and not stupid drunk, but most importantly; not ugly. Triple check.
At the moment, the guy was having a casual conversation with what you assumed were his friends, but was soon interrupted by the hasty sounds of your heels clicking against the tile floor, catching his attention before your question did.
"What's your name?"
"Paul." He answers with a sly smirk, giving you a swift once-over.
"Let's go, Paul. We're dancing." You say with no excitement in your voice, giving him no room to object—not like he was going to anyways.
Paul lets you steal him away, holding his hand as you deliberately drag him to the middle of the dance floor and just a few feet away from your ex-boyfriend and his poor excuse for arm candy.
Feeling the beat of the music, you spin to turn your back towards Paul, allowing his hands to roam while you rock your hips against his body. Johnny huffs out a dry laugh, his eyes nearly black as you torment him, rolling your perfect ass into another man's groin. Your bodies moved in sync as your hands glide up, accentuating your curves with your fingertips.
God, you were so sexy...
He hated that you were. It drove him crazy in the relationship and it was driving him crazy now. But, that was also his favorite thing about you. Especially when you were his and his alone.
The standoff between you and Johnny continues with the tension bound to break at any given time, unbeknownst to Paul and Amber.
Tipping your head back, you lean into Paul with your eyes closing shut, solely focused to the beat of song. Your heart picks up a pace when you felt his hand paw at your left breast.
It was unwarranted and instinctively you pushed yourself off. Before you could open your mouth to say something, you're then hauled away by Johnny, his grip bruising and secure while he ruthlessly shoves people out of his way.
"Get out my fuckin' way!" Johnny roars out a path, startling you and those around. Looking back, you see Paul and Amber standing there, sharing the same dumbfounded expression and a victorious smile glosses over your lips.
Once you make it outside, Johnny doesn't stop there. He leads you over to the side of the house, steering clear of listening ears. The music fades into a faint rhythmic boom contrasting with your drunken giggles.
"Oh, you're laughin' are ya?" He bites with a vicious edge in his tone, which you found more attractive than amusing.
"Yeah I really am, Johnny. Is there a problem?" You challenge, knowing what buttons to push.
When you both turn the corner, his hand releases your wrist and in a split second, the air in your throat is held captive by Johnny's vice grip. The back of your head hits the graveled siding with a dull pain blooming from the impact and your nails dig into his arm, leaving streaks of carmine behind.
"Problem?" Johnny repeats in a deep growl as he leans in dangerously close. "Yeah, I got a fuckin' problem. You're dancin' around with some limp dick fuckhead, actin' like you like that shit."
Although his hold on your neck was damning, you managed to slip out a chuckle. "And what if I do, huh? Yet, you can waltz in with some blonde bitch?" Your strained words were like gasoline to a fire pit as the anger in his bloodstream shooting up a couple of degrees and his grip tightens as a result.
"Keep talkin' y/n..." He grits his warning through his teeth with the tip of his nose pecking your cheekbone.
The heat from Johnny's breath wisps at your neck and derails down your spine. You bite your lip, aroused and bracing.
"Or what? Are you going to put me in my place?"
Despite the heavy load of jealousy and fury, his hand twitches as does his cock, steadily swelling in his blue jeans. Tilting his head down, Johnny's eyes rake over you and the solid black, over the shoulder laced sequined dress you wore.
It hugged your curves almost too perfectly.
A mirthless smirk twisted his lips. It didn't take a genius to know this dress was meant for easy access. You felt him press against you along with the telltale sign of his arousal.
"You would want that wouldn't you?" Johnny implied, his tone husked with libido.
Even when the two of you were together, it was a constant battle for power and it only seemed to get worse when you two would be on 'break.'
But, in some sick and unhinged way...
You both liked it.
His question was met with a pregnant pause while the both of you burned holes into each other just by glaring. Johnny shifts further into you, riding your dress up and you shudder as your clit brushes against his knee.
"I didn't hear you, y/n. I suggest you use that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me." He murmured, dropping his hand to the outer part of your thighs, sliding his fingers under the thin fabric of your dress, exposing the black thong, seizing a hold around your hips so you're slowly grinding his leg.
"Go on, babe. Tell me."