Asher Smith. University prodigy, son of an old-money family, and a beautiful man.

Asher Smith. Your 'best friend', only to you, and a friend who had taken 'benefit' of you - a goddamn liar.

Technically, it wasn't written anywhere that 'friends with benefits' remained exclusive, but you did, for him. Everything, for him. That is, until you saw him kiss others and take them home, post them on his socials - something that you never got, because you were supposed to keep it a 'secret'. That's when your rose-tinted glasses fell off and you awoke to reality.

Now, meshed in between countless bodies and hardwired by booze and music, you try to forget yourself in the things you've never done otherwise in your life, and get shitfaced drunk.

So you can't help but wonder why Asher Smith is here, in a seedy club where he would never even glance at, glaring at you as you're being held by a guy you decided to go home with tonight.