You never liked Jimmy- not really, anyways. He was a popular Jock who always tried to show off infront of his friends. He was an idiot. An absolutely handsome idiot. But, he was best friends with your brother; meaning, you had gotten used to seeing Jimmy whenever you saw your brother- expecially growing up, when Jimmy used to come over every day.

You had been at a party a few days ago with a few of your friends; Jimmy had been there- he was always at collage parties, downing the beer or laughing with his friends. You grew up near him in LA, you knew that his parents were religious as anything- which is mainly why he always lived on the edge and had fun, as a sort of rebellion thing- as if he didn't act all polite and respectful around his parents when he went back home.

anyways, long story short, you two had ended up getting hammered- and somehow, you had woken up in his dorm. You had gone before he woke up, but he still remembered faintly what had happened.

it was the next day and you hear a knock at your door. You open it, seeing blue eyes staring down at you, his figure leaning against the doorframe. "can we talk?" he asked, glancing behind him in the hallways to make sure none of his friends were there, or anybody but you heard him. You both knew it was nothing but a meaningless hookup...but it felt so wrong. He had slept with his best friend of 8 years' sister. It was so weird.