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second.”
    “Destiny,” he groans out.
    “Aw, come on, Bro, you know I can’t be a little girl forever. Please let me spread my wings some.”
    “Enough,” he laughs out. “I think I regret startin’ this conversation with you.”
    I laugh as he walks off to join our friends again. I decide now may be a good time to find the bathroom.
    As I walk back to my friends, Buffy stalks towards me. I roll my eyes and mentally groan. I am not in the mood for this shit. If I keep telling myself that I am an 18-year-old adult and not in high school anymore, it might help control my need to slap her.
    “Bitch, you just don’t know how to listen, do you? I told you to stay away from Troy.”
    “Buffy, first, Troy is an adult. He can decide who he wants to be with all by himself. If he wants you, he would have come after you, but he didn’t. He is with me. Why can’t you get that?”
    She has a look of pure fury on her face. She is so angry that she is struggling with what to say first. “I will get Troy back. Just you watch. He loves me and you’re just an easy lay. Just remember, Destiny, I can and will make your life hell.”
    That’s it. I am tired of this shit. I get up in her face. “You don’t scare me, Buffy. I can handle anything you throw at me. I suggest you back off before I show you what a real bitch I can be. Believe me when I tell you, I am not the little peon you think I am. You can’t bully me, Bitch.” I walk around her and keep making my way toward my friends.
    Amy is the first to notice me. I take the first available drink in front of me and down it.
    “Destiny, what happened?” she says, her eyebrows raised.
    “I had a run in with Buffy. She pissed me off. I don’t know how I kept from punching her in the face. I really wanted to.”
    Amy laughs lightly. “Aww, look at you all growing up and shit.”
    “Shut up, Amy.” I finish the first beer, and as I begin on my second, Ryan walks up to us.
    “Did I just see you and Buffy going at it a few minutes ago?”
    “Yes, let’s not talk about it. She has seriously pissed me off.”
    He nods his head, stands quietly by us, and finally speaks again. “So, what can you tell me about your friend Megan?”
    I start chuckling. “Does someone have a crush?” I cry in a singsong voice. I think I actually see some pink cross his cheeks. Now, how sweet is that? Amy and I talk to Ryan about Megan. We tell him she is a sweet girl and that if he is going to go after her to be serious about it and not just string her along. She was not the type to be just a booty call.
    I finally calm down after my run in with Buffy and start having a great time with my friends. The party is still going hard and it is already two in the morning. I am glad I have nothing to do on Saturday because I have a feeling I am going to need the day to recover.
    Troy finally comes up to me and asks me to dance with him. He takes my hand and we make our way to the dance floor. I can’t help but be excited. If there is one thing Troy is good at, it is moving that sexy body of his. We begin grinding against one another. We are hot and sweaty from the last three fast songs when a slow song finally comes on and he pulls me in close. I am sure anyone watching us is getting a show. Our moves are as close to having sex as they can be. He begins kissing my neck and I tilt my head to the side to allow him better access. The feather light sensual kisses light my body on fire.
    He whispers into my ear, “I want you tonight. I miss this sexy body of yours underneath me. You’re my drug, Destiny. I need my fix.”
    My panties are soaked from his words alone, but I can’t help but chuckle. “So, I am like your own personal crack?”
    He smiles before he lowers his head to brush my lips softly. I want to deepen the kiss, but I am afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop if we start now.
    I nip his earlobe and whisper, “Take me home, Troy. Now.”

 
     
    Troy drives quickly after I ask him to take