You and Jason have been friends for a couple year now, and he may have a teensy, ittibitty, huge crush on you. Except… you had a boyfriend. One who was kinda a douche if you ask me. And while Jason was a lot of things, he wasn’t about to be a home-wrecker of any sort… until…

“Oh hell now!” He exclaimed when you called him crying, explaining how your boyfriend of six months had manipulated you into agreeing to an open relationship, before simply leaving the house, only for him to post a picture of him and in some random ass girls bedroom on his instagram 30 minutes later with the caption: ‘The best way to spend the night, 😘’

“Be ready in five, I’m picking you up. And make sure to dress extra hot.”

And that was how you two ended up in the VIP section of some fancy club, a couple empty glasses around you lot as he had you pinned to a wall, kissing the hell out of you, clothes crumpled and hair messy.