i've tried jack. i've tried gin.

Kitty raised an eyebrow as he suddenly turned round and was in her face. She couldn’t deny he had a point. If he did happen to meet the love of his life at this party and it meant he was gone from the apartment, well that’d be a win for her. For starters, she wouldn’t have to overhear him and Santana having sex anymore. “I do not enjoy it, it’s repulsive.” She groaned, hitting at his chest as he leant in closer to her. A tiny part of her was telling her not to be such a bitch and that she should leave the boy alone but it was overruled by the other voice in her head telling her she needed to keep her bitch front up like she did around everyone else, bar a select few. She was still reeling from his suggestion, about to rip him apart for suggesting she’d want to sleep with him when he burst out laughing. “Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” She muttered sarcastically, shooting a glare at him instead. “I’m perfectly nice to the people I want to be nice to, actually.” She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. The blonde easily knew how to turn on the charm when it was needed and she knew who she wanted to be nice to too, it just so happened Jake hadn’t made the list. “Puh-lease. I mean I can understand why you could think that since I’d never flirt with you in a million years but I have game, Puckerman. No guys, or girls, go running from me. Not unless I want them to. Don’t believe me, pick someone.” She added confidently, gesturing to the crowded room. Okay so she was drunk and that was adding to her over-confidence but that wasn’t going to stop her. “Pick someone and I’ll make-out with them by the end of the night. If you make it a girl then you could even try too.”

Jake couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Kitty’s mention of her being nice to people. Just the thought was enough to make him chuckle. Hell, he couldn’t even begin to imagine any scenario in his head where Kitty Wilde would be nice to anyone. Once he calmed his exaggerated laughing, Jake cleared his throat and took a sip of his drink. “I’m sorry, it’s just imagining you being nice to someone. I can’t even picture it that’s how ridiculous that sounds. The only way you’d be nice to someone would be if you were getting something out of it. You practically reek of resting bitch face Wilde, so the last thing anyone is going to think of you is that you’re nice.” Jake shook his head with a final chuckle as he finished off his drink and filled up the cup. Thank goodness his buzz was getting a little stronger if he was going to put up with her when she was like this.

Kitty smirked as Jake hit the wall and she could see the annoyance on his face. At least he felt it too and it wasn’t just her. The tiniest part of her felt bad but it was like she couldn’t help herself, she was just constantly wanting to push his buttons and see how far she could push him until he snapped. “Well I don’t know about you but I’m having tons of fun.” She shot back, a teasingly sarcastic tone to her voice. “You think it has nothing to do with me but I’m the one who has to stand here and watch you creepin’ on all these girls. It’s like watching a car crash, you don’t want to watch and yet you still can’t look away.” She shrugged.

Jake quickly whipped around to face her. “You know, you make no sense to me Wilde. I would think that you’d want me hooking up with other girls cause then I’m not bumming around your place with Santana supposedly torturing you, even though I think that you secretly enjoy it.” He whispered into her ear while leaning in closer. If there was anything that Jake knew, it was how much being in such proximity to him would drive her crazy. “This could all go away if you would just admit that you’re attracted to me and jealous of Santana.” Jake reiterated, somehow managing to say that with a straight face long enough to watch her face distort before bursting into laughter. Like he would ever sleep with Wilde. Sure, he might have thought about it once or twice but it would never, ever happen.

Kitty liked parties and she liked socialising, even if college parties weren’t always her number one choice. She didn’t mind them and she had to keep up appearances with her friends, but a night out at a bar or club was much more welcome in her books. The music wasn’t usually so lame and there weren’t passed out douchebags who couldn’t handle their drink after two cups of beer. But she was in college, and she wanted to do college right so Kitty made appearances at these parties more often than not even if she just had to grin and bear it. Besides they were usually a lot more bearable after a few drinks, which is why she was already a few drinks down when she arrived at the party and why she was on at least her second cup of punch, taking a sip as she looked around the party. If nothing else, she liked the excuse to dress up, and tonight she’d gone with a simple crop top and shorts combination with a pair of heels on, that despite her short frame, made her legs look pretty damn long.

Jake practically had this girl eating out of the palm of his hands (or at least he was pretty damn close to it) before he heard an all too familiar voice screeching through the crowd. It took a second or two for him to move past the fact that she was talking and actually register what it was that she said. As soon as the hot redhead quickly made her way far from him, Jake smacked the wall and angrily turned to face her. “The hell is your problem Wilde? Normally people come to parties to get the stick out of their ass and not shove it up farther. And it’s not what your self-centered brain is thinking. Me being here has nothing to do with you. I came with some buddies to have a good time but since you’re here I’m thinking that’s probably not going to happen now since you and your attitude suck the fun out of everything.”

I wouldn’t be able to handle you? That sounds fake but okay. You keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night.

Apparently you can’t handle the truth. It’s alright, I only party with hot chicks.

That’s what you think. I would invite you to one to prove you wrong, but I really don’t want to see you anymore than I have to. 

You wouldn’t even be able to handle me at a party if you even wanted to see me.

And then you complain that the parties are lame, go figure.

Like you being at a party is gonna make it any better.

You’re lame. You’ve obviously just been to the wrong parties, which are usually the ones where I’m not there.

If I know you’re at a party, I run the other way.

Frat parties are fun when you’re liked, clearly you don’t fall into that category. I don’t care about your cool points, at least I have them with literally everyone else.

No, frat parties are lame. I’d say the only good thing about frat parties are the chicks, but even that’s pushing it.

Yes I get drunk, and yes I go to frat parties but I’m paying for college so I might as well make the most of it, I’ve never peed in a bucket though.

Frat parties are lame as hell. You just lost cool points with me, not that you really had any to begin with.

Absolutely not, I’m way too classy for that.

Right...why do I feel like you get white-girl wasted every weekend at frat parties?

Okay everyone, so after months of decorating, I can officially say that Marley and I’s apartment is finally perfect and to my liking, which means…. We’re throwing a house warming/dinner party. So you should all start telling me now what days work for you, and if you guys have any food allergies, cuz you’re all obviously invited.

I’m game for a party. You inviting any of your hot friends?

He grew up and moved past that, maybe you should too. Besides, I’m sure you’ve peed in worst places after a few too many Smirnoff Ices in your senior year.

Speaking from experience Kitty-Cat?

I guess it’s all about the “unconditional love” clause of the deal. You should stick to teaching young adults, man, or your hair will go grey in no time.

Dude, maybe I could rock the partial grey look. Some people can.

Yeah I think he can dance, there’s video proof online. To what he could be? I don’t think you need to spend your time worrying about Bieber’s unlocked potential, he’s probably already pretty happy with his best-selling album, sold out tour and millions of fans. Unless you really do have nothing better to do, then knock yourself out.

I still think he’s a brat. Don’t even get me started on the whole peeing in a bucket and the whole monkey issue.

No, it’s because his music is catchy and he can dance pretty well. I wasn’t so much of a fan before, but he’s just got better and better since that Skrillex song. There really is no need to be bitter about it, society says you no longer need to feel ashamed about being a belieber, Jake.

You think he can dance? Yeah, he’s got moves or whatever but it’s nothing compared to what he could be. And I am not and will never be a Belieber.

With how popular his music is, he’s hardly a wannabe. Unlike you with your dreams of one day having friends and probably tricking some poor girl (or guy, I wouldn’t judge) into settling down with you.

That’s cause he’s apparently “got the face of an angel” or some crap like that. He’s all looks.