one shots

Trevor Billings knows he's attractive. Just like he knows he's funny and smart and witty. It all adds together to give him his own cocky brand of confidence that just adds to his appeal. Girls flock to be near him, always have as long as I've known him, which is unfortunately nearly my whole life as he's my brother's best friend.

They met one day back in elementary school when two already cocky, bull headed kids developed a school yard crush on the same girl. They vowed to settle it at recess while the big bow wearing girl watched on ready to date the victor, whatever that meant at such a young age no one remembers. Trevor won the fight, dated the girl for a total of three days, but has been by my brother's side ever since. Even going off to the same college the next state over, which thankfully means I've gotten a nice break from Trevor and his tormentingly good looks and witty remarks for the last two years.

Now, as I prepare to leave the nest myself, I thought Trevor Billings would become nothing but a distant memory. That is, until I go to meet my family for pictures after my high school graduation and find him standing next to my brother, smiling smugly at my surprise.

He takes some pictures of me with my older brother, Aaron, and our parents at their request. To my horror, my mother then suggests one of Aaron, Trevor, and I. She laughs at my protest, insisting it will look nice framed with the one of the three of us at the boys' graduation two years ago. I swallow hard. I was already trying my hardest not to remember that night, no matter how much the pomp and circumstance of the day reminded me of the last graduation I attended, and what happened afterwards. Now, there's no escaping the memories.

Trevor hands my mom her phone back so he can switch places with her. He stands next to me and slides an arm around my waist as he smiles in her direction. I take a deep breath and try to focus on looking happy for the picture. After all, that's all this is. A picture.

I nearly squeal when Trevor slides his hand lower, temporarily resting it along the curve of my ass before he steps away, just long enough for me to notice, but quick enough that it could be considered an accident.

I don't bother staying to find out. I hug my parents good bye and rush to meet up with my friends so we can disappear to the after party at Johnny's as quickly as possible. Not only am I in desperate need of a shot, but I am determined to get as far away from Trevor as possible.

"Can you believe his nerve?" I ask my best friend, Lana, as I toss my diploma into the back seat of her car. "Showing up for the first time in years and acting as if everything is fine."

"Everything is fine," she laughs.

I fix her with a glare, then soften my gaze when I remember she doesn't know Trevor is the one I lost my virginity to. It's the one secret I've kept from her in our seven years of friendship, and it's torn me apart to do so. But it would be even harder to admit to someone else that I fell for Trevor Billings and his arsenal of pick up lines so that he could have his way with me during his graduation after-party, only to be ghosted ever since. He spent the rest of that summer before leaving for college doing what he always did, partying and chasing girls. I thought it was special what we shared that night, but boy was I wrong. I was just a trophy to him.

We toss our discarded caps and gowns into her back seat and take off to the party. I find my way to the table full of liquor while Lana goes to find her boyfriend. Our paths cross a couple of times throughout the night, but by the time I'm ready to go hours later, she's nowhere to be found.

She's no doubt in one of the rooms upstairs with her boyfriend, but I don't feel like waiting on her. I've hardly been able to enjoy myself all night as Trevor's sudden reappearance has tainted the night. I just want to go home and sleep off the rest of my buzz and any hangover I might have tomorrow.

I pace the back porch while I wait for my brother to answer my call, growing more and more frustrated with each unanswered ring. I angrily hit the red end call button when his nondescript voicemail prompt answers for him.

I tap my phone against my palm while considering my options. My parents have always been fairly understanding, insisting to us that they will come pick us up anywhere at any time no questions asked. While Aaron has tried it before and seemed to have no consequences as promised, I have never taken them up on the offer, always staying out the whole night or finding someone sober enough to drive.

I could always wait for Lana. She wouldn't just leave me here with no way to get home, so she's got to be around here somewhere. Except I don't know where or how long until I find her or how sober she'll be, and I'm just ready to go home. My feet are killing me and the mood has been ruined since my grade's version of Trevor asked if I wanted to go somewhere a little quieter so we could talk. As if he really wanted to talk, I snort to myself.

I decide to call my brother once more. If he doesn't answer, I'll head back inside to find Lana, or anyone else I might know who is capable of driving still. The phone rings three times. I'm ready to hang up, expecting to go to voicemail after the fourth and final ring, when the call connects.

"Ava?" his groggy voice asks.

Except that's not my brother answering his phone. I feel the air leaving my lungs at the sound of my name in his voice, too shocked to speak in my inebriated state.

"Ava? Are you okay?"

"I-" I squeak out. I cough to clear my throat of the emotions clogging it. "Where's Aaron?"

I pull the phone from my face to check that I did dial the right number and find my brother's contact photo on the screen, not Trevor's.

"He's asleep. Like you should be. Jesus, Ava, it's almost 3 in the morning. Where are you?"

I fight with myself over whether or not I should tell him. He might be the only way I can sleep in my own bed tonight, but that would mean having to drive home with him. Being stuck alone with him in a moving vehicle with no escape while the alcohol has removed my filter? Probably not the best way to end the night.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine," I lie. "Are you at my house?" I blurt before I can stop myself.

"Yeah, which is where you should be at this hour. Now where the fuck are you?"

"Ava!" Cody calls across the porch, distracting me.

I wave at him despite my earlier dismissal of his advances. Maybe I can use him for a way out of here...or a means to occupy myself while I wait for Lana...

"Who is that? Where are you?" Trevor demands through the phone, sounding much more awake than before.

"Don't worry about it. I don't think I'm coming home. Cover for me? K, thanks, bye." I hang up before he can argue.

He tries to call me back immediately, but I ignore his call. He calls a moment later from his own number, but I ignore that too, though I am impressed he still has my number. I tell myself not to be ridiculous, he probably got it from my brother's phone.

"There you are," Cody says as he slides up next to me, leaning on the railing of the back porch.

He takes a sip from the red solo cup in his hand before offering it to me. I take it and swallow nearly all that's left.

"Can you believe we graduated?"

"Crazy, right?" I nod though I'm not interested in this same topic I've rehashed with everyone I've talked to all night.

"What's crazier is you've never let me take you out, and now it's too late."

"We graduated. We didn't die. Besides, it's not like you ever asked."

"Sure I did," he scoffs.

"Oh please, you were never serious," I laugh.

"And what if I was?"

I have to tilt my head to look into his eyes. He steps closer to me and lets his hand slide along my waist. I know it's a bad idea. I know this is just like Trevor and Aaron's graduation party, just a couple of drunk teens trying to check off every unfinished task before leaving for college. He doesn't mean it. But neither do I. So there's no reason why I need to stop him before his lips meet mine. It's nothing but one final act of high school debauchery.

Cody's grip on my waist tightens. He pulls me closer to him until the skirt of my dress crumples against his shorts. He twists our bodies as his hands wander further down. He grabs a hold of my ass and lifts me off the porch, situating me on the railing. His body falls in place between my parted knees. I wrap my legs around him as he wraps my hair around his fingers.

His lips leave mine to trail down my neck. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing past the hem of my dress. I lean in with a slight moan, wondering just how far I'll let this go. Not like I've been celibate since I was foolish enough to allow Trevor to take my V-card, but do I really want to fuck Cody Jinkins on the back porch in front of all these people?

He must be wondering the same thing, because he suddenly pulls back. I'm prepared to make an excuse to leave before he can reject me, when I open my eyes to see Trevor holding Cody by the back the shirt. He pushes Cody away without a word before reaching a hand out towards me to help me down. I kick him away and jump down by myself.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him.

"Taking you home. Now, go get your ass in the car."