Sam and I share an apartment together. It has two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, one and a half bath, and a small dining room. The biggest thing that sucks is we only have one shower and Sam bugging me about hurrying up.

“Evan could you finish like today please, I really want to go to this party”

As soon as Sam drove us home she hopped in the shower and I slept the remainder of my hangover off. She had gotten clean, done her hair, picked out a sexy outfit for Damon and brushed her teeth. I accomplished sleeping too long and having the quickest rinse of my life.

“Samara, I am drying my hair could you please give me like 5 minutes. Everyone is late to these things anyways.”

It is like a law to show up when the party has already started or else its pretty awkward when everyone is sober

“ooh, any girls you want to impress tonight?”

Sam is always on my case about finding a girlfriend. The last one I had been total trash so I have decided to wait for a little. Alexandra was her name and she was controlling, manipulative and never let me talk to anyone else. As soon as she told me to stop being friends with Sam, I dumped her.

Sam doesn't want me to feel like a third wheel so she always tries to set me up with her friends. She has some stunning girlfriends, the last one I met had the most beautiful chocolate skin. None of them have really made me want to date them though. I don't know what it is but I can't really ever seem to like them all that much.

Setting the blowdryer down and throw on some casual clothes. I have never really been the type to go all out at these things. Why start now?

“No babe, you are the only girl in my life.”

She opens up the door with a slam and gives me a hug around shoulders. While closing her eyes and inhaling. I hope she doesn't get me in trouble for using her conditioner because whole blends is her favorite brand and are expensive for a uni student.

“I wont get mad at you for using my favourite conditioner because I think that was the saddest thing I have ever heard.”

Wow really nice to know my love life is sad, I feel soooo loved.

“Do you want to wear my black rose earring or no?”

Oh my God. She hasn't let me touch those like ever. She has had them since we were in grade 10 and never once has she let me even gaze upon them longingly. Tonight is going to be a good night.

At Leon's…

Holy shit his house is huge. It is all modern and black with accents of wood everywhere. There is a three-door garage and tennis courts as well. Big windows wrap around the front of the building where we can see people dancing, drinking and making out.

“Sam imagen having sex in there and then realizing your gardener saw the whole thing”

Leon is known for getting around so I am kind of curious to know whether that has happened to him.

“I personally would die if someone caught Damon and me but, I know Leon doesnt really care. I also know you would blush like a virgin if you were caught.”

I have no idea as to why I put up with this kind of treatment. This little jerk is smiling and looking at me like she’s an angel. When I lost my virginity my grandma happened to visit, let's just say it was the most embarrassing moment of my life. My grandma gave me the nickname blush and soon the whole family caught on. I wanted to crawl in a hole and never appear again.

“Haha Sam soooo original I almost forgot to laugh.”

She doesnt say anything for awhile because her smirk gets wider and wider.

“Whatever you say BBBBllllllllluuuuuuuuusssssshhhhhhhhhhhh”

I don't even think before I reach out and grab her. She tries to flip me over her shoulder. We both fall to the floor in a heap of laughter and we start wrestling in the front lawn.

I dont even notice the door open before Damon calls out

“You arent even drunk yet, stop ruining your clothes and acting like children.”

In the awkward situation, we are in I am holding her arms down while she has her legs around my waist.

“Aww baby why don't you join us we can make it a threesome”

Oh fuck my cheeks are heating up again. Please don't say it, please don't. I am praying so hard right now.

“Blushies back.”

What? That came from the exact opposite person I was begging not to say it. How does Damon know about that nickname? I look down at Sam seeing the little guilt face she has on. That little asshole

“Sorry babe it slipped out”

“You know Sam if you were ticklish I would kill you right now”

Tickling is the closest to bodily harm I would ever come. Too bad Sam is only ticklish on her ass and I am not going near that.

“Wanna play beer pong? I will make it up to you”

She knows me way too well. I usually stay pretty much hangover free, unless there is beer pong. It is my favorite drinking game and will play for hours.

“Drink bitchhhhh”

Sam yells from the other side of the table. She is obviously getting pretty drunk and so am I. I pick up my screaming orgasm in a cup. Yes, it's actually a drink and no it was not my idea. Sam has a weird sense of humor.

I pick up the solo cup and take the ping pong ball out of it just before I chug it and slam the now empty cup down on the table.

“Sam, I am about to make you have a screaming orgasm.”

She reacts by wiggleing her eyebrows and sticking out her tongue.

“Evan, if you were Damon I would have just jumped you.”

That's when I hear someone sprint over and pick Sam up. Wow, Damon can really move for a drunk big guy. You would think all that muscle would slow him down but no. Well, I guess any guy would react that way if their girlfriend said that.

“Babe I will give you more than one”

He leans in to give her a kiss on the mouth. It's passionate and demanding. moving down to her kneck he starts to leave a trail of kisses across her skin.

“Damon, I cant leave Evan who will beat him?”

Oh God am I a cock block. Did I, a dude, block another man? I feel so embarrassed. Damon pulls his face away from her neck to give me a pleading look.

“I will play him.”

The voice isn't the deepest I have ever heard but it carries a note of mischief. Sloppily turning around I see Leon passing right by me to the other end of the table. He walks with such confidence that its so impossible to miss.

He looks at me and slowly takes a sip of one of the cups and surprise make its way to his face before turning into a grin.

“Interesting choice”

Mortification is all I feel. I cannot believe I let Sam choose what went in the cups. We should have just stayed with beer.

“It wasnt really my choice.”

“I never said it was yours its just intresting.”

I don't really want to talk to him anymore so I get the pong ball and throw it into one of his cups. There is something about him that just agitates me.

He chugs it in like two seconds after he takes out the ball.

“So Evan, why are you over here and not trying to get into some girls pants?”

This is the first time I am actually having a conversation with this kid and I can already tell he is a prick.

“I could ak you the same.”

He sinks the ping pong ball in. It takes a lot longer for me to drink it but when I do he doesn't look too happy. Actually, he looks quite annoyed with me.

“I was helping two buddies have a good time. It's like Sam cant leave you alone for 5 seconds without getting worried.”

His eyes tell me to tell me to challenge him. He wants me to get angry and I have no idea why? I just met this guy and he is already acting like we are old enemies.

“wow, you are a fucking dick.”

I bounce the ping pong off the table so I make him drink two cups. I notice he is now looking mad because I told him the truth, unlike most people.

“You obviously dont want to bang Sam and you havent tried any other girl. Are you like a faggott or something?”

Shock was the only thing written on my face, pure and utter disbelief. I am not gay, I just have some feminine ways. I have to be as straight as it gets. I am just on a break from being attracted to girls, yeah that's it. I just don't want to like anyone right now.

“I am not gay you asshole. I think that we are done here so I am going to go.”

“Dont run too far Sam will get will be looking for you.”

He waves me goodbye as he walks towards a group of girls who all look pleased that he is there. One throws herself into his arms while the others feel up his biceps.

“Okay everyone it's sharpie time. Get out your marks and draw a very obvious circle around your them.”

It is a pretty common thing to do at parties. In most cases, there are no matches and you might get one or two.

Everyone's clothes start coming off to show their birthmarks. Some people are running around without shirts and others are running around without pants. I hesitate before putting my hands on the hem of my shirt. That's when I see him.

Leon's shirt is fully above his head and half of his mark is visible. I am not paying attention to the ripped abs and chiseled chest like everyone else. No, I am paying attention to a mark that is black. His mark rests on part of his V-line just where his pants hang. He starts to pull down his jeans which is not slow but to me, it feels like forever. When he is finally done I see he and I share a mark.

This guy who called me a faggot shares a black mark and I cant handle it.

We are soulmates. Leon whatever the fuck his last name is, Is my fucking soulmate.