helenagalanis

[helenagalanis]

No more frat boys. She could cheers to that for sure; Helena had never seen the appeal in them, she was certain she’d end up with another artist, a poet, someone just like her. Stood upon the slightly wobbly table, Helena gave the stranger girl a wide grin, shrugging a little as she watched one of the boys pour a can into the funnel, keeping the bottom locked for now. Then, she was face to face with the girl who insisted that she could take it. Well… sort of face to face, the other was far taller than her. Helena didn’t doubt for one moment that the other werewolf couldn’t handle her liquor, everyone spilled drinks on their clothes, she just liked to provoke. Seeing her get closer, she quirked her left eyebrow, smirking a little as she considered how hot this girl was. Very. “I love a challenge.”

AN HOUR LATER

Who was the winner of their little competition then? No one knew. All anyone had seen was two attractive girls stood on a table down drink after drink and get progressively louder and louder. What had begun as a bit of healthy competition had turned into something rather… amusing. The pair had gotten less and less provoking over the hour, and had ended up enjoying their time rather unexpectedly. Turns out, this girl was just as crazy as Helena was, if not more… just in a different way. She had been stood on the table but had, very carefully and clumsily, jumped off the table, the boys around her cheering in delight as she looked back behind her. She held a hand out for Alexia, watching her make her way down. “I gotta admit, cupcake…. that waaaaas impressive!” She slurred happily, patting the girl’s cheek a few times with her hands. Lowering her voice, she moved in, wrapping her around the other wolf’s shoulder lovingly, leaning in, “What else can you do, hmm?”

Between Josie in Connecticut, and Sloane in Florida… the latter state was most definitely the weirder, crazier one, and that was saying something whenever Helena was involved. But one thing was certain, if you wanted to party there? You know you were gonna have a good time. Helena’s friends had been away studying at college for about year now, whereas the Greek girl herself has chosen work and art over education. Not that she wasn’t smart enough for university, but she knew where her talents and passions laid. She saw it as a win-win situation; she could visit her friends on weekend, stay a couple of nights and enjoy the hedonistic lifestyle of a university student, then disappear before the woes of Monday morning classes began. Tonight was a perfect example of this!

Now twenty, Helena had blossomed from a rebellious and dark eyeliner-marked teenager to someone full of creative fashion and sprawling tattoos, though she’d never quite abandoned the eyeliner. Her hair, still brunette at this point, was slicked back, accompanied by dark combat boots, lacy corset tops, and wide flared trousers. She was a presence, that was for certain, walking up to the door of one many Florida State’s fraternities, her arm linked in Sloane’s as they giggled over something on their phones. They personally couldn’t stand the culture of frat boys and their silly, little houses, but their parties made for amusing nights and… interesting results.

Reaching the door, she paused for a moment, looking at her friend who said, “Are you sure that poetry night isn’t more your thing?”

“My experiences with men that attend poetry nights aren’t exactly the most positive of experiences, Slo…” Helena laughed, covering the slight nerves she felt to places like that. Her ex-boyfriend, Elijah often wandered around parts like that, and he… well, she’d rather not go there again. “Oh, and the boys that live here are so much better?” Sloane countered with a grin, opening the door to be filled with the sound of booming music and loud, drunken voices. The place was packed, practically full to the brim, drinks overflowing and the worst dance moves possible.

Closing the door, the pair took a moment to embrace their settings, figuring out where their first move would be. But suddenly, the werewolf girl felt something weird, making her come to a halt. Her nose twitched a little, eyes scanning around as she felt… watched. Like she’d stepped into something that wasn’t hers, almost like this wasn’t her territory, and who were the people who could make her feel like that? Other werewolves. She wasn’t alone. Her posture straightened a little, eyes scanning around so she could figure out who it was, and where they were, but the answer took her by surprise.

The girl on top of the table just a few metres away, dozens of boys surrounding her and egging her on to down her drink. It was her?

[helenagalanis]

So she wasn’t the friendliest girl around. That was rather obvious, but as the mischievous person Helena was, that only encouraged her to provoke and have a little bit of fun. The redness in the stranger’s cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. “Sounds healthy.” She countered, though she understood a thing or two about wanting to forget your ex-boyfriend. “Well, I dunno, you say that, but boy, did you give me the funniest look when I walked through that door.” She paused, gesturing around, “Oh, I see, these… men, they’re your territory? It that what it is? Interesting choices.” Her New England accent had a little hint of Greek running through it still, something she’d never fully abandon as a way to keep her father close, and in times like this, times of mayhem, it seemed to come through a bit thicker. Give her a few drinks and she’d sound completely different. “Can you?” Helena let out one laugh, knowing fully well that she was getting under the girl’s skin with her comments. With her own can in her hand, she quickly downed the last of it, catching the eyes of a couple of the boys who’d been egging Alexia on. She tossed the can aside before moving past her and jumping up onto the table, a wide grin on her face. “Because from here, it looks like you spilled half the thing on that beautiful dress of yours. Yellow and pink, what a combo.” She taunted, before glancing around and gesturing to the boy that held the funnel. “Why are you just standing there? Pour one in there! Quit drooling over someone who can hardly hold their drink. I’ll show you how it’s really done.” Her confidence peaked the interest of many people around her who had noticed her words and small jabs. She glanced back over at the other girl stood on the floor, smirking. “Unless… you can prove me wrong, cupcake.”

Between Josie in Connecticut, and Sloane in Florida… the latter state was most definitely the weirder, crazier one, and that was saying something whenever Helena was involved. But one thing was certain, if you wanted to party there? You know you were gonna have a good time. Helena’s friends had been away studying at college for about year now, whereas the Greek girl herself has chosen work and art over education. Not that she wasn’t smart enough for university, but she knew where her talents and passions laid. She saw it as a win-win situation; she could visit her friends on weekend, stay a couple of nights and enjoy the hedonistic lifestyle of a university student, then disappear before the woes of Monday morning classes began. Tonight was a perfect example of this!

Now twenty, Helena had blossomed from a rebellious and dark eyeliner-marked teenager to someone full of creative fashion and sprawling tattoos, though she’d never quite abandoned the eyeliner. Her hair, still brunette at this point, was slicked back, accompanied by dark combat boots, lacy corset tops, and wide flared trousers. She was a presence, that was for certain, walking up to the door of one many Florida State’s fraternities, her arm linked in Sloane’s as they giggled over something on their phones. They personally couldn’t stand the culture of frat boys and their silly, little houses, but their parties made for amusing nights and… interesting results.

Reaching the door, she paused for a moment, looking at her friend who said, “Are you sure that poetry night isn’t more your thing?”

“My experiences with men that attend poetry nights aren’t exactly the most positive of experiences, Slo…” Helena laughed, covering the slight nerves she felt to places like that. Her ex-boyfriend, Elijah often wandered around parts like that, and he… well, she’d rather not go there again. “Oh, and the boys that live here are so much better?” Sloane countered with a grin, opening the door to be filled with the sound of booming music and loud, drunken voices. The place was packed, practically full to the brim, drinks overflowing and the worst dance moves possible.

Closing the door, the pair took a moment to embrace their settings, figuring out where their first move would be. But suddenly, the werewolf girl felt something weird, making her come to a halt. Her nose twitched a little, eyes scanning around as she felt… watched. Like she’d stepped into something that wasn’t hers, almost like this wasn’t her territory, and who were the people who could make her feel like that? Other werewolves. She wasn’t alone. Her posture straightened a little, eyes scanning around so she could figure out who it was, and where they were, but the answer took her by surprise.

The girl on top of the table just a few metres away, dozens of boys surrounding her and egging her on to down her drink. It was her?

[helenagalanis]

“Well you were stood on a table.” She countered in amusement, watching the girl jump down so they were level. Well, sort of level, Helena wasn’t exactly the tallest around, but what she lacked in height she made up for in so many other ways. Hearing the stranger question her, she laughed, cracking the can open with the fizzing noise to follow, taking a large gulp and letting her wait for the answer. “Relax, princess, I’m not here to steal your little wolf queen bee thing you got going on.” She spoke almost too casually, a polar opposite of the girl before her; Her abrupt nature had not gone unnoticed. “I’m just visiting for the weekend, s’all. Whatever happened to werewolf hospitality, hmm? -- Helena.” She lowered her voice so no one could hear her. Having been raised by Anastasia Nassar, Helena was the definition of a werewolf who understood what she was, was proud of what she was. She always had been, always would be. “And you? Do you have a name? Or are you just the girl who can’t down a beer very well.” She taunted, eyes gesturing to the beer star on her once beautiful dress. “Amateur hour.” She added, taking another swig from her own can.

Between Josie in Connecticut, and Sloane in Florida... the latter state was most definitely the weirder, crazier one, and that was saying something whenever Helena was involved. But one thing was certain, if you wanted to party there? You know you were gonna have a good time. Helena’s friends had been away studying at college for about year now, whereas the Greek girl herself has chosen work and art over education. Not that she wasn’t smart enough for university, but she knew where her talents and passions laid. She saw it as a win-win situation; she could visit her friends on weekend, stay a couple of nights and enjoy the hedonistic lifestyle of a university student, then disappear before the woes of Monday morning classes began. Tonight was a perfect example of this!

Now twenty, Helena had blossomed from a rebellious and dark eyeliner-marked teenager to someone full of creative fashion and sprawling tattoos, though she’d never quite abandoned the eyeliner. Her hair, still brunette at this point, was slicked back, accompanied by dark combat boots, lacy corset tops, and wide flared trousers. She was a presence, that was for certain, walking up to the door of one many Florida State’s fraternities, her arm linked in Sloane’s as they giggled over something on their phones. They personally couldn’t stand the culture of frat boys and their silly, little houses, but their parties made for amusing nights and... interesting results.

Reaching the door, she paused for a moment, looking at her friend who said, “Are you sure that poetry night isn’t more your thing?”

“My experiences with men that attend poetry nights aren’t exactly the most positive of experiences, Slo...” Helena laughed, covering the slight nerves she felt to places like that. Her ex-boyfriend, Elijah often wandered around parts like that, and he... well, she’d rather not go there again. “Oh, and the boys that live here are so much better?” Sloane countered with a grin, opening the door to be filled with the sound of booming music and loud, drunken voices. The place was packed, practically full to the brim, drinks overflowing and the worst dance moves possible.

Closing the door, the pair took a moment to embrace their settings, figuring out where their first move would be. But suddenly, the werewolf girl felt something weird, making her come to a halt. Her nose twitched a little, eyes scanning around as she felt... watched. Like she’d stepped into something that wasn't hers, almost like this wasn’t her territory, and who were the people who could make her feel like that? Other werewolves. She wasn’t alone. Her posture straightened a little, eyes scanning around so she could figure out who it was, and where they were, but the answer took her by surprise.

The girl on top of the table just a few metres away, dozens of boys surrounding her and egging her on to down her drink. It was her?

[helenagalanis]

Then they made eye contact. It was a slightly unsettling moment, Helena didn’t exactly feel like her presence was most wanted, but all she did was stare back at the girl, quirking one eyebrow as if to say ‘what?’. She was beautiful, the Greek girl wasn’t going to deny something that was blatantly obvious, but she was also a fucking mess. Stumbling on the table, alcohol on her dress, funnel waved in her face. Hel would never judge someone for living life a little more freely, she had no ground to stand on, but it took one to know one, so to speak. 

“Who’s the girl on the table?” She asked Sloane, finally looking away, “The one in the sparkly dress? Her.” Sloane glanced ahead to see who she meant, her eyes widening a little in confirmation. “Oh... her? You know, I couldn’t even tell you her name, but I always see her at these things. She’s quite memorable for her... “big” personality, you could say.” Sloane gave Helena a look.

Helena hummed, looking back. Her presence had cleared disrupted the girl’s evening, but all that did was amuse the girl. Was she bothered that another hot female werewolf was around these parts of town. “Maybe I should say hi.” “Helena...” “Oh, come on, it’ll be fun, you don’t even know her name! Let’s fine out, shall we?”

Without faltering in confidence, Helena sauntered on over to the table, pushing the stupid, meathead men aside that she was in no mood for this evening. She should have done a line or something before making her way here, she forgot how insufferable they all were. Getting through, She remained on the ground but peered up at the girl, hands on her hips as she tilted her head mischievously. “You always look down on people or something?” Looking around, she helped herself to one of the cans near the girl’s heels without asking.

Between Josie in Connecticut, and Sloane in Florida... the latter state was most definitely the weirder, crazier one, and that was saying something whenever Helena was involved. But one thing was certain, if you wanted to party there? You know you were gonna have a good time. Helena’s friends had been away studying at college for about year now, whereas the Greek girl herself has chosen work and art over education. Not that she wasn’t smart enough for university, but she knew where her talents and passions laid. She saw it as a win-win situation; she could visit her friends on weekend, stay a couple of nights and enjoy the hedonistic lifestyle of a university student, then disappear before the woes of Monday morning classes began. Tonight was a perfect example of this!

Now twenty, Helena had blossomed from a rebellious and dark eyeliner-marked teenager to someone full of creative fashion and sprawling tattoos, though she’d never quite abandoned the eyeliner. Her hair, still brunette at this point, was slicked back, accompanied by dark combat boots, lacy corset tops, and wide flared trousers. She was a presence, that was for certain, walking up to the door of one many Florida State’s fraternities, her arm linked in Sloane’s as they giggled over something on their phones. They personally couldn’t stand the culture of frat boys and their silly, little houses, but their parties made for amusing nights and... interesting results.

Reaching the door, she paused for a moment, looking at her friend who said, “Are you sure that poetry night isn’t more your thing?”

“My experiences with men that attend poetry nights aren’t exactly the most positive of experiences, Slo...” Helena laughed, covering the slight nerves she felt to places like that. Her ex-boyfriend, Elijah often wandered around parts like that, and he... well, she’d rather not go there again. “Oh, and the boys that live here are so much better?” Sloane countered with a grin, opening the door to be filled with the sound of booming music and loud, drunken voices. The place was packed, practically full to the brim, drinks overflowing and the worst dance moves possible.

Closing the door, the pair took a moment to embrace their settings, figuring out where their first move would be. But suddenly, the werewolf girl felt something weird, making her come to a halt. Her nose twitched a little, eyes scanning around as she felt... watched. Like she’d stepped into something that wasn't hers, almost like this wasn’t her territory, and who were the people who could make her feel like that? Other werewolves. She wasn’t alone. Her posture straightened a little, eyes scanning around so she could figure out who it was, and where they were, but the answer took her by surprise.

The girl on top of the table just a few metres away, dozens of boys surrounding her and egging her on to down her drink. It was her?

[helenagalanis]

Between Josie in Connecticut, and Sloane in Florida... the latter state was most definitely the weirder, crazier one, and that was saying something whenever Helena was involved. But one thing was certain, if you wanted to party there? You know you were gonna have a good time. Helena’s friends had been away studying at college for about year now, whereas the Greek girl herself has chosen work and art over education. Not that she wasn’t smart enough for university, but she knew where her talents and passions laid. She saw it as a win-win situation; she could visit her friends on weekend, stay a couple of nights and enjoy the hedonistic lifestyle of a university student, then disappear before the woes of Monday morning classes began. Tonight was a perfect example of this!

Now twenty, Helena had blossomed from a rebellious and dark eyeliner-marked teenager to someone full of creative fashion and sprawling tattoos, though she’d never quite abandoned the eyeliner. Her hair, still brunette at this point, was slicked back, accompanied by dark combat boots, lacy corset tops, and wide flared trousers. She was a presence, that was for certain, walking up to the door of one many Florida State’s fraternities, her arm linked in Sloane’s as they giggled over something on their phones. They personally couldn’t stand the culture of frat boys and their silly, little houses, but their parties made for amusing nights and... interesting results.

Reaching the door, she paused for a moment, looking at her friend who said, “Are you sure that poetry night isn’t more your thing?”

“My experiences with men that attend poetry nights aren’t exactly the most positive of experiences, Slo...” Helena laughed, covering the slight nerves she felt to places like that. Her ex-boyfriend, Elijah often wandered around parts like that, and he... well, she’d rather not go there again. “Oh, and the boys that live here are so much better?” Sloane countered with a grin, opening the door to be filled with the sound of booming music and loud, drunken voices. The place was packed, practically full to the brim, drinks overflowing and the worst dance moves possible.

Closing the door, the pair took a moment to embrace their settings, figuring out where their first move would be. But suddenly, the werewolf girl felt something weird, making her come to a halt. Her nose twitched a little, eyes scanning around as she felt... watched. Like she’d stepped into something that wasn't hers, almost like this wasn’t her territory, and who were the people who could make her feel like that? Other werewolves. She wasn’t alone. Her posture straightened a little, eyes scanning around so she could figure out who it was, and where they were, but the answer took her by surprise.

The girl on top of the table just a few metres away, dozens of boys surrounding her and egging her on to down her drink. It was her?

[helenagalanis]

Helena didn’t know where she liked where this was going. Not this, the moment they were in now, but everything that occurred between them in general. This was the third time they’d slept together now, the third time she’d been intimate with a boy she supposedly hated. She did, she did hate him! She hated his stupid, charming smile… she hated how gorgeous his muscles were… she hated how easy he could carry her with one swoop… she hated herself for such a thought. Or… did she? “I shouldn’t have to.” Was all she could say, resting her back against the car seats as she felt the man’s body plow against her own. Not a woman who screeched obsessively like other girls did during sex, Helena’s eyes flickered shut and a soft smile melted onto her pink lips. She hummed in delight at the sensation of his tongue against her clit, head wriggling against the leather, relishing the way he changed pace. Faster, slower, gentle patters against her body. Her smile turned to a soft grin but like everything these two did, nothing lasted forever. Things were moving and changing again.

With one easy motion, she was being lifted onto his lap instead, eyes round with anticipation and her corset tossed aside like it was nothing. For a moment, she admired what laid before her. A perfectly chiseled body coated in perfect tattoo ink, toned and strong, something that made her almost gain a look of hunger. She snapped back to the conversation when he told her to look at him, her hands gripping the seats either side of his head, her eyes casting themselves to his own dark eyes. Full of mystery and allure. Moving in closer, their foreheads nearly touched, but she was soon letting out a delicate moan of her own as she felt him slip inside of her. She always forgot that of every man she had been with, he was the biggest in many senses, and that was something she had no complaints for. The motions of his body thrusting against instantly made her push her own against his, continuing to let out those loud and sensual moans as she kept her eyes trained on him. If he wanted a sign he was doing something good, this was it.

Something about Jaiden that you wouldn’t expect given his popularity on campus was the fact that he genuinely hated being around people most days. He didn’t like the feeling of having to be around people and pretending to be something that he wasn’t. He had grown very anti-social in the last few years because he had simply become someone that nobody really needed to know about. Jaiden wanted to be seen as mysterious but not mysterious in the kind of way where people were drawn in. Mysterious in the kind of way where people would be pushed back. Ironically, it was truly having the former effect and people constantly wanted him places and girls constantly wanted his attention. This made for nights where he would be stuck in frat houses where he genuinely didn’t wish to be. This made of situations that could have easily been avoided if people so much as listened and took no for an answer. But it seemed that most women didn’t take no for an answer from you and since he was trying his hand at something a bit more different… he had no excuse but the accept that he had put himself here on his stupidity. 

Dressed in a pair of black jeans, black and white Nike Air Jordans and a white button down that fit him perfectly everywhere and was loose enough that it wasn’t stuck to his body, the young werewolf had been standing to the side at the party allowing his eyes to travel the room as he nursed a red cup in his hand that was completely empty. Not without trying considering Beth would leave for 5 minutes and come back with more alcohol for them both. She was a pretty girl, he couldn’t deny that, but god her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and she only seemed to care about things he had no interest in. So, he would drift in and out of conversations with her as his eyes scanned looking for something else. Someone else. It wasn’t like Helena Galanis had left his mind since that one night in his bedroom and her moans would play in the back of his mind frequently enough that it drove him crazy when he was on his own. Something he tried to not think about but a piece of his wondered why. Eventually, in the massive room, those green eyes of his that made him a stand out landed on the girl herself. Dressed beautifully like always as his eyes trailed her body as he took a sip from his new cup. His mind filling slowly with the things he would do to her if he had another chance to. 

But soon, he was snapping away from it as he felt a hand hit him on the chest. “Why aren’t you paying attention to me?!” The shrill voice questioned as Jaiden snapped back to reality and looked down at the small girl beside him. “Excuse me?” He questioned, hand running over his chest for a moment trying to see if he recalled anything she had said. He had not. “You always do this to me! You literally pretend to listen to me and then you ignore me like I’m not even here when I’m just trying to have fun. If you’re so fucking miserable then why don’t you leave, Jaiden! Why did you even come?” Her voice was increasingly getting louder and Jaiden definitely hadn’t wanted the attention on him but Beth seemed to have other things in mind. “Can you stop fuck–” he had started to say through gritted teeth as he moved closer to her but Beth only raised her hands and moved away from him. Forming a whole spectacle. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating! What’s the phrase? Once a fuck boy always a fuck boy? Don’t tell me to be quiet! Don’t tell me to do anything! You should be happy I even try with you ‘cause you’re reputation is garbage! I’m the reason why it’s better. Me!” And just like that, his calm demeanor was gone and out the window and instead he was seething. The kind of seething that could be seen and felt from across the room as he looked down at this girl. All eyes on them like she always wanted. His personal hell. “You know what? Get the hell over yourself! You see all these people? They’re looking at you ‘cause you’re a fucking psychopath, Bethany. A psychopath! You haven’t done shit for me so why don’t you go back to practicing blow jobs with your fucking dildo and maybe you’ll be good at them.” Rightfully so, he had her drink thrown into his face but all Jaiden himself did was throw his on the ground. “Fuck you,” he told her before looking at the people around them. “What!?” He screamed, causing people to take steps back as he left the house all together. His shirt was wet, he smelled disgusting, he was angry and he couldn’t even smoke because of football. So instead, he just made his way to his car.

He could hear steps behind him however which made him roll his eyes at the very familiar smell. “What do you want?” He questioned bitterly as he dug in his pocket for his car key as he walked. 

[helenagalanis]

It was true that most girls needed a bit of��� warming up before they could get into anymore more intimate. Helena had experienced her fair share of men who didn’t understand this concept, and over time had grown used to this sort of behaviour from the male species and didn’t expect any less. Her experiences with women had been far more positive. But there was something about Jaiden that had that opposite effect on her, something she hated to admit for all the ways he annoyed her… but he did. One touch, one look, even, and she was melting at his feet and ready for whatever he had up his sleeves. She didn’t exactly have time to appreciate the car’s interior but she could appreciate the seats as she was suddenly being moved onto her back instead, eyes widening eagerly in excitement as he began remove various articles of her clothing and a few of her own. “You know me so well.” She joked slightly sarcastically. Once upon a time, he did. Now? Not so much. A shame, really. They might find they’d get on just as well as they once did if they gave it a chance. Falling quiet, she watched the way he fell towards her legs, lips beginning to press against the inner side of her thigh, still wearing her corset top that she imagined would be vanishing soon. “If you think that’s all I’m hear for…” she leaned her head backwards, staring up above her for a second, “… you’re mistaken.” Without thinking, her hand slipped around the back of his neck and pushed his face inwards gently towards her. She wasn’t being rough, no, but again, don’t waste her time. Just do it.

Something about Jaiden that you wouldn’t expect given his popularity on campus was the fact that he genuinely hated being around people most days. He didn’t like the feeling of having to be around people and pretending to be something that he wasn’t. He had grown very anti-social in the last few years because he had simply become someone that nobody really needed to know about. Jaiden wanted to be seen as mysterious but not mysterious in the kind of way where people were drawn in. Mysterious in the kind of way where people would be pushed back. Ironically, it was truly having the former effect and people constantly wanted him places and girls constantly wanted his attention. This made for nights where he would be stuck in frat houses where he genuinely didn’t wish to be. This made of situations that could have easily been avoided if people so much as listened and took no for an answer. But it seemed that most women didn’t take no for an answer from you and since he was trying his hand at something a bit more different… he had no excuse but the accept that he had put himself here on his stupidity. 

Dressed in a pair of black jeans, black and white Nike Air Jordans and a white button down that fit him perfectly everywhere and was loose enough that it wasn’t stuck to his body, the young werewolf had been standing to the side at the party allowing his eyes to travel the room as he nursed a red cup in his hand that was completely empty. Not without trying considering Beth would leave for 5 minutes and come back with more alcohol for them both. She was a pretty girl, he couldn’t deny that, but god her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and she only seemed to care about things he had no interest in. So, he would drift in and out of conversations with her as his eyes scanned looking for something else. Someone else. It wasn’t like Helena Galanis had left his mind since that one night in his bedroom and her moans would play in the back of his mind frequently enough that it drove him crazy when he was on his own. Something he tried to not think about but a piece of his wondered why. Eventually, in the massive room, those green eyes of his that made him a stand out landed on the girl herself. Dressed beautifully like always as his eyes trailed her body as he took a sip from his new cup. His mind filling slowly with the things he would do to her if he had another chance to. 

But soon, he was snapping away from it as he felt a hand hit him on the chest. “Why aren’t you paying attention to me?!” The shrill voice questioned as Jaiden snapped back to reality and looked down at the small girl beside him. “Excuse me?” He questioned, hand running over his chest for a moment trying to see if he recalled anything she had said. He had not. “You always do this to me! You literally pretend to listen to me and then you ignore me like I’m not even here when I’m just trying to have fun. If you’re so fucking miserable then why don’t you leave, Jaiden! Why did you even come?” Her voice was increasingly getting louder and Jaiden definitely hadn’t wanted the attention on him but Beth seemed to have other things in mind. “Can you stop fuck–” he had started to say through gritted teeth as he moved closer to her but Beth only raised her hands and moved away from him. Forming a whole spectacle. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating! What’s the phrase? Once a fuck boy always a fuck boy? Don’t tell me to be quiet! Don’t tell me to do anything! You should be happy I even try with you ‘cause you’re reputation is garbage! I’m the reason why it’s better. Me!” And just like that, his calm demeanor was gone and out the window and instead he was seething. The kind of seething that could be seen and felt from across the room as he looked down at this girl. All eyes on them like she always wanted. His personal hell. “You know what? Get the hell over yourself! You see all these people? They’re looking at you ‘cause you’re a fucking psychopath, Bethany. A psychopath! You haven’t done shit for me so why don’t you go back to practicing blow jobs with your fucking dildo and maybe you’ll be good at them.” Rightfully so, he had her drink thrown into his face but all Jaiden himself did was throw his on the ground. “Fuck you,” he told her before looking at the people around them. “What!?” He screamed, causing people to take steps back as he left the house all together. His shirt was wet, he smelled disgusting, he was angry and he couldn’t even smoke because of football. So instead, he just made his way to his car.

He could hear steps behind him however which made him roll his eyes at the very familiar smell. “What do you want?” He questioned bitterly as he dug in his pocket for his car key as he walked. 

[helenagalanis]

So he remembered what she liked, he got points for that, definitely. She’d always enjoyed a man who wasn’t shy or afraid to get intimate, and squeezing her ass like that? Yeah, that was something liked. A lot. She arched her back slightly, her body curving as a sign that she liked what he was doing, head leaning back so he could kiss her jaw a little better. There was currently no one else outside to see their little moment of debauchery but perhaps they shouldn’t count on that lasting all evening. Hearing him open the back door to his car, Helena could feel the excitement brewing in her system of what was to come (hopefully her, pun absolutely intended), and she reciprocated the kiss as easily as he had initiated it. Without a word, she nodded, slipping away and inside to the back of her car, glancing around for a moment. The thing was big and it sure did look expensive, she couldn’t wait to make it creak. Watching him follow inside after her, she waited until she her the door close before she instantly straddled his legs, a hand either side against the seats as she looked him dead in the eye. “None of this cute, slow bullshit, okay?” She said, beginning to immediately unbutton the rest of his shirt, leaning back in towards him, “I don’t want you to make out with me and tell me how beautiful I am��� I want you to ruin me.” She wasn’t looking for slow kisses and gentle touches, she didn’t need to take her time with Jai, he had that effect on her. She wanted to be railed and be screaming by the end of the night, and she knew he could do that. And of course, she would reciprocate.

Something about Jaiden that you wouldn’t expect given his popularity on campus was the fact that he genuinely hated being around people most days. He didn’t like the feeling of having to be around people and pretending to be something that he wasn’t. He had grown very anti-social in the last few years because he had simply become someone that nobody really needed to know about. Jaiden wanted to be seen as mysterious but not mysterious in the kind of way where people were drawn in. Mysterious in the kind of way where people would be pushed back. Ironically, it was truly having the former effect and people constantly wanted him places and girls constantly wanted his attention. This made for nights where he would be stuck in frat houses where he genuinely didn’t wish to be. This made of situations that could have easily been avoided if people so much as listened and took no for an answer. But it seemed that most women didn’t take no for an answer from you and since he was trying his hand at something a bit more different… he had no excuse but the accept that he had put himself here on his stupidity. 

Dressed in a pair of black jeans, black and white Nike Air Jordans and a white button down that fit him perfectly everywhere and was loose enough that it wasn’t stuck to his body, the young werewolf had been standing to the side at the party allowing his eyes to travel the room as he nursed a red cup in his hand that was completely empty. Not without trying considering Beth would leave for 5 minutes and come back with more alcohol for them both. She was a pretty girl, he couldn’t deny that, but god her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and she only seemed to care about things he had no interest in. So, he would drift in and out of conversations with her as his eyes scanned looking for something else. Someone else. It wasn’t like Helena Galanis had left his mind since that one night in his bedroom and her moans would play in the back of his mind frequently enough that it drove him crazy when he was on his own. Something he tried to not think about but a piece of his wondered why. Eventually, in the massive room, those green eyes of his that made him a stand out landed on the girl herself. Dressed beautifully like always as his eyes trailed her body as he took a sip from his new cup. His mind filling slowly with the things he would do to her if he had another chance to. 

But soon, he was snapping away from it as he felt a hand hit him on the chest. “Why aren’t you paying attention to me?!” The shrill voice questioned as Jaiden snapped back to reality and looked down at the small girl beside him. “Excuse me?” He questioned, hand running over his chest for a moment trying to see if he recalled anything she had said. He had not. “You always do this to me! You literally pretend to listen to me and then you ignore me like I’m not even here when I’m just trying to have fun. If you’re so fucking miserable then why don’t you leave, Jaiden! Why did you even come?” Her voice was increasingly getting louder and Jaiden definitely hadn’t wanted the attention on him but Beth seemed to have other things in mind. “Can you stop fuck–” he had started to say through gritted teeth as he moved closer to her but Beth only raised her hands and moved away from him. Forming a whole spectacle. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating! What’s the phrase? Once a fuck boy always a fuck boy? Don’t tell me to be quiet! Don’t tell me to do anything! You should be happy I even try with you ‘cause you’re reputation is garbage! I’m the reason why it’s better. Me!” And just like that, his calm demeanor was gone and out the window and instead he was seething. The kind of seething that could be seen and felt from across the room as he looked down at this girl. All eyes on them like she always wanted. His personal hell. “You know what? Get the hell over yourself! You see all these people? They’re looking at you ‘cause you’re a fucking psychopath, Bethany. A psychopath! You haven’t done shit for me so why don’t you go back to practicing blow jobs with your fucking dildo and maybe you’ll be good at them.” Rightfully so, he had her drink thrown into his face but all Jaiden himself did was throw his on the ground. “Fuck you,” he told her before looking at the people around them. “What!?” He screamed, causing people to take steps back as he left the house all together. His shirt was wet, he smelled disgusting, he was angry and he couldn’t even smoke because of football. So instead, he just made his way to his car.

He could hear steps behind him however which made him roll his eyes at the very familiar smell. “What do you want?” He questioned bitterly as he dug in his pocket for his car key as he walked. 

[helenagalanis]

Biting her lip, she said nothing, a simple hum, “Mhm.” for Helena recalled a time when she had once felt that way too. She had been nineteen, in love with the idea of dating her boyfriend who was far too old for her, who had mentally abused her and demanded sex from her all too often. But the fear of being left alone, the feeling of worthlessness had kept her at his side for far too long. But she never spoke of those times to anyone, not Riley, not Jo, not her mother. No one. She didn’t want people to see her weaknesses that way. “Then that’s her issue at this point.” She mumbled, though she ought not to be so hypocritical. Staring at him for a moment, she recalled the way he’d made her feel when they were kids. How special she felt around him, how safe and loved she felt. She remembered one particular evening how she had declared, at the tender age of eight in the heart of her living room on top of the coffee table, that one day, she was going to marry Jaiden Summers, to her father and brother, Loukas telling her that he couldn’t wait to meet his future son-in-law… he had died a few days later. Helena missed him, missed Leo, missed her best friend. “You’re just being mean now, JaiJai.” She smiled, using a nickname only she had ever called him once upon a time. Feeling him pulling her in, she did her best to hide the giddy grin, maintaining a poised expression as she looked up at him. “I just like the reminder…. You could?” She quipped, hand slipping around the back of his neck and pulling him down so she could speak a little closer to his ear, “… Then why don’t you do something about it?” She could go for multiple. If he asked nicely.

Something about Jaiden that you wouldn’t expect given his popularity on campus was the fact that he genuinely hated being around people most days. He didn’t like the feeling of having to be around people and pretending to be something that he wasn’t. He had grown very anti-social in the last few years because he had simply become someone that nobody really needed to know about. Jaiden wanted to be seen as mysterious but not mysterious in the kind of way where people were drawn in. Mysterious in the kind of way where people would be pushed back. Ironically, it was truly having the former effect and people constantly wanted him places and girls constantly wanted his attention. This made for nights where he would be stuck in frat houses where he genuinely didn’t wish to be. This made of situations that could have easily been avoided if people so much as listened and took no for an answer. But it seemed that most women didn’t take no for an answer from you and since he was trying his hand at something a bit more different… he had no excuse but the accept that he had put himself here on his stupidity. 

Dressed in a pair of black jeans, black and white Nike Air Jordans and a white button down that fit him perfectly everywhere and was loose enough that it wasn’t stuck to his body, the young werewolf had been standing to the side at the party allowing his eyes to travel the room as he nursed a red cup in his hand that was completely empty. Not without trying considering Beth would leave for 5 minutes and come back with more alcohol for them both. She was a pretty girl, he couldn’t deny that, but god her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and she only seemed to care about things he had no interest in. So, he would drift in and out of conversations with her as his eyes scanned looking for something else. Someone else. It wasn’t like Helena Galanis had left his mind since that one night in his bedroom and her moans would play in the back of his mind frequently enough that it drove him crazy when he was on his own. Something he tried to not think about but a piece of his wondered why. Eventually, in the massive room, those green eyes of his that made him a stand out landed on the girl herself. Dressed beautifully like always as his eyes trailed her body as he took a sip from his new cup. His mind filling slowly with the things he would do to her if he had another chance to. 

But soon, he was snapping away from it as he felt a hand hit him on the chest. “Why aren’t you paying attention to me?!” The shrill voice questioned as Jaiden snapped back to reality and looked down at the small girl beside him. “Excuse me?” He questioned, hand running over his chest for a moment trying to see if he recalled anything she had said. He had not. “You always do this to me! You literally pretend to listen to me and then you ignore me like I’m not even here when I’m just trying to have fun. If you’re so fucking miserable then why don’t you leave, Jaiden! Why did you even come?” Her voice was increasingly getting louder and Jaiden definitely hadn’t wanted the attention on him but Beth seemed to have other things in mind. “Can you stop fuck–” he had started to say through gritted teeth as he moved closer to her but Beth only raised her hands and moved away from him. Forming a whole spectacle. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating! What’s the phrase? Once a fuck boy always a fuck boy? Don’t tell me to be quiet! Don’t tell me to do anything! You should be happy I even try with you ‘cause you’re reputation is garbage! I’m the reason why it’s better. Me!” And just like that, his calm demeanor was gone and out the window and instead he was seething. The kind of seething that could be seen and felt from across the room as he looked down at this girl. All eyes on them like she always wanted. His personal hell. “You know what? Get the hell over yourself! You see all these people? They’re looking at you ‘cause you’re a fucking psychopath, Bethany. A psychopath! You haven’t done shit for me so why don’t you go back to practicing blow jobs with your fucking dildo and maybe you’ll be good at them.” Rightfully so, he had her drink thrown into his face but all Jaiden himself did was throw his on the ground. “Fuck you,” he told her before looking at the people around them. “What!?” He screamed, causing people to take steps back as he left the house all together. His shirt was wet, he smelled disgusting, he was angry and he couldn’t even smoke because of football. So instead, he just made his way to his car.

He could hear steps behind him however which made him roll his eyes at the very familiar smell. “What do you want?” He questioned bitterly as he dug in his pocket for his car key as he walked. 

[helenagalanis]

“Well, no, but I just had to hear all about yours back in there, so I think you’re grown enough to hear me speak.” She countered quickly, narrowing her eyes and making a face. Keeping quiet, she listened to him rant on and on all about how much he despised the girl he was supposed to be developing something more with. Typical. Whilst she agreed that Beth really was the worst, she wouldn’t crack so easily around him just yet. Leaning off the fence, she took a step closer to him, seeing how he unbuttoned his shirt but said nothing as of yet. She simply waited until he had finished. “A normal person would end whatever situationship it is you two have, Jaiden.” Hearing him mention “his type”, she smirked softly, knowing for well that she was exactly what he looked for physically, and it amused her even more because her personality just ruined the whole thing for him. No boy moaned a girl’s name like that unless he really meant it. But what really got her? Was him being so confused as to why Beth had even begun screaming at him. Boys really were stupid sometimes. Clicking her tongue, she tilted her head, letting out a satisfied sigh. “What happened was you ogling your eyes at me all night.” She wasn’t thick, she’d caught on immediately the way he’d glance over at her, the look in her eyes. And how she reciprocated. Stepping closer, her eyes trailed over his drink stained shirt, appreciating how she could see his muscles a little better. “I mean, can I blame you?” Looking up at him, a hand trailed over his chest for a moment, appreciating how toned it felt. “Tell me… was I better than her?”

Something about Jaiden that you wouldn’t expect given his popularity on campus was the fact that he genuinely hated being around people most days. He didn’t like the feeling of having to be around people and pretending to be something that he wasn’t. He had grown very anti-social in the last few years because he had simply become someone that nobody really needed to know about. Jaiden wanted to be seen as mysterious but not mysterious in the kind of way where people were drawn in. Mysterious in the kind of way where people would be pushed back. Ironically, it was truly having the former effect and people constantly wanted him places and girls constantly wanted his attention. This made for nights where he would be stuck in frat houses where he genuinely didn’t wish to be. This made of situations that could have easily been avoided if people so much as listened and took no for an answer. But it seemed that most women didn’t take no for an answer from you and since he was trying his hand at something a bit more different… he had no excuse but the accept that he had put himself here on his stupidity. 

Dressed in a pair of black jeans, black and white Nike Air Jordans and a white button down that fit him perfectly everywhere and was loose enough that it wasn’t stuck to his body, the young werewolf had been standing to the side at the party allowing his eyes to travel the room as he nursed a red cup in his hand that was completely empty. Not without trying considering Beth would leave for 5 minutes and come back with more alcohol for them both. She was a pretty girl, he couldn’t deny that, but god her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and she only seemed to care about things he had no interest in. So, he would drift in and out of conversations with her as his eyes scanned looking for something else. Someone else. It wasn’t like Helena Galanis had left his mind since that one night in his bedroom and her moans would play in the back of his mind frequently enough that it drove him crazy when he was on his own. Something he tried to not think about but a piece of his wondered why. Eventually, in the massive room, those green eyes of his that made him a stand out landed on the girl herself. Dressed beautifully like always as his eyes trailed her body as he took a sip from his new cup. His mind filling slowly with the things he would do to her if he had another chance to. 

But soon, he was snapping away from it as he felt a hand hit him on the chest. “Why aren’t you paying attention to me?!” The shrill voice questioned as Jaiden snapped back to reality and looked down at the small girl beside him. “Excuse me?” He questioned, hand running over his chest for a moment trying to see if he recalled anything she had said. He had not. “You always do this to me! You literally pretend to listen to me and then you ignore me like I’m not even here when I’m just trying to have fun. If you’re so fucking miserable then why don’t you leave, Jaiden! Why did you even come?” Her voice was increasingly getting louder and Jaiden definitely hadn’t wanted the attention on him but Beth seemed to have other things in mind. “Can you stop fuck–” he had started to say through gritted teeth as he moved closer to her but Beth only raised her hands and moved away from him. Forming a whole spectacle. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating! What’s the phrase? Once a fuck boy always a fuck boy? Don’t tell me to be quiet! Don’t tell me to do anything! You should be happy I even try with you ‘cause you’re reputation is garbage! I’m the reason why it’s better. Me!” And just like that, his calm demeanor was gone and out the window and instead he was seething. The kind of seething that could be seen and felt from across the room as he looked down at this girl. All eyes on them like she always wanted. His personal hell. “You know what? Get the hell over yourself! You see all these people? They’re looking at you ‘cause you’re a fucking psychopath, Bethany. A psychopath! You haven’t done shit for me so why don’t you go back to practicing blow jobs with your fucking dildo and maybe you’ll be good at them.” Rightfully so, he had her drink thrown into his face but all Jaiden himself did was throw his on the ground. “Fuck you,” he told her before looking at the people around them. “What!?” He screamed, causing people to take steps back as he left the house all together. His shirt was wet, he smelled disgusting, he was angry and he couldn’t even smoke because of football. So instead, he just made his way to his car.

He could hear steps behind him however which made him roll his eyes at the very familiar smell. “What do you want?” He questioned bitterly as he dug in his pocket for his car key as he walked. 

[helenagalanis]

Experiencing the best parts of college without having to do any of the studying was what Helena loved best sometimes. When she wasn’t working, she’d be off in Florida visiting Sloane, or travel down Connecticut to see Josie, all friends from high school who were actually trying to get a degree. She just came along for the ride sometimes. This particular weekend, she’d taken the trip down from Boston to Mansfield to see Jo, and they had found themselves at another party these frat boys so often seemed to host. Did Jo or Hel like frat boy parties or even frat boys in general? Not at all, but they always found that the most amusing things occurred at these places that they could giggle over together.

She was dressed in dark flared trousers, a laced up, black corset top, thick boots and a large leather jacket in her arm. Her makeup smoky, her intricate tattoos on display, the girl stood at the side with one of her best friends, observing the stupid people around them as they discussed anything that wasn’t this party. “I was thinking of cutting it, you know?” She took a sip from her cup, “My hair, I mean. I’ve done it all — pierced my nose, my nipples, covered myself in ink and dyed my hair black. But cut it? I dunno…” She was naturally a blonde and the past couple of years she had returned to her roots. Josie’s eyes grew wide in excitement, nodding at the concept. “Oh my god, definitely! You’d look so good, it’d suit—“ The girl was interrupted, however, by a screeching voice in the distance that made the pair fall silent, turning to see what the fuss was about.

Beth. Their supposed friend who had suddenly disappeared in replacing them with a boy. Someone who had also been having sex with Helena’s ex, Michael, behind her back months ago. She had no idea Hel knew this information. And what was this supposed boy she had fallen for? Jaiden Summers. It was an awful combination just waiting to happen, for Helena couldn’t stand the boy either… or… could she? “Typical.” Josie mumbled under her breath, knowing all of this prior information as Hel disclosed everything to her. “Only Beth would manage to silence a frat party.” Helena nodded, but her eyes were focused on Jaiden instead. Her mind instantly flashed back to that night where she had ended up in his bed, recalling the way he’d made her moan, the way he said her name, the way she’d screamed and almost ripped the bedsheets apart. No man had ever made her feel that way. Ever. He really was the most attractive man she’d ever come across, almost like he was carved by the Greek gods themselves. But that was all he would be, for he was truly the worst person she’d ever met.

Yet… Helena toyed with the thoughts in the back of her mind. How he made her feel, the lust and passion only they had shared. The way a small part of her heart had and would always love him… for he was the first boy who’d ever made her feel special. But those were silly ideas, that night in his bed? It meant nothing to him or her. He just conveniently happened to be the boy Beth was interested in. That’s why she’d done it. Or… that’s what she told herself was the reason, anyway.

Watching the pair bicker, Helena only scoffed at his comment about how Beth ought to practice some more. Whilst she hated the girl, comments like that, in front of so many people, were not the way to go, and she felt no sympathy as she watched her pour the drink over his head. “Deserved.” She mumbled to Josie who only nodded. Seeing how pissed off he was, Helena did her best to stifle her laughter, watching him leave as she downed the last of her cup. Then she had an idea. “Do you think you’ll be alright without me for a while?” Josie gave her a look, knowing what that meant, “What? You know me. I always like a bit of chaos. Besides… I see Lloyd over there.” She winked, watching Jo look back to a see someone she was rather keen on in the distance. Looking back, she sighed, happily, and nudged Helena softly. “See you in the morning?” “I’ll tell you all the details.” “Me too — Don’t go near my bed. That’s all mine.” “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

With that, she waved her friend goodbye, heading outside herself into the cold air, grateful that wolves had a raised temperature. She could see Jaiden stood by his car, looking for his keys, and she only leaned by the fencing behind him, folding her arms over, eyes trailing his brood back. “You deserved that, by the way.” She began calmly, looking at her burgundy painted nails for a second, “I gotta say, you two look like a real charming pair. I can see it all already, white picket fence, grandkids on the front lawn, homemade lemonade. You really must woo her over with comments about practicing blow jobs. What a lovely thing to say about a woman in front of all those people.”

Something about Jaiden that you wouldn’t expect given his popularity on campus was the fact that he genuinely hated being around people most days. He didn’t like the feeling of having to be around people and pretending to be something that he wasn’t. He had grown very anti-social in the last few years because he had simply become someone that nobody really needed to know about. Jaiden wanted to be seen as mysterious but not mysterious in the kind of way where people were drawn in. Mysterious in the kind of way where people would be pushed back. Ironically, it was truly having the former effect and people constantly wanted him places and girls constantly wanted his attention. This made for nights where he would be stuck in frat houses where he genuinely didn’t wish to be. This made of situations that could have easily been avoided if people so much as listened and took no for an answer. But it seemed that most women didn’t take no for an answer from you and since he was trying his hand at something a bit more different… he had no excuse but the accept that he had put himself here on his stupidity. 

Dressed in a pair of black jeans, black and white Nike Air Jordans and a white button down that fit him perfectly everywhere and was loose enough that it wasn’t stuck to his body, the young werewolf had been standing to the side at the party allowing his eyes to travel the room as he nursed a red cup in his hand that was completely empty. Not without trying considering Beth would leave for 5 minutes and come back with more alcohol for them both. She was a pretty girl, he couldn’t deny that, but god her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and she only seemed to care about things he had no interest in. So, he would drift in and out of conversations with her as his eyes scanned looking for something else. Someone else. It wasn’t like Helena Galanis had left his mind since that one night in his bedroom and her moans would play in the back of his mind frequently enough that it drove him crazy when he was on his own. Something he tried to not think about but a piece of his wondered why. Eventually, in the massive room, those green eyes of his that made him a stand out landed on the girl herself. Dressed beautifully like always as his eyes trailed her body as he took a sip from his new cup. His mind filling slowly with the things he would do to her if he had another chance to. 

But soon, he was snapping away from it as he felt a hand hit him on the chest. “Why aren’t you paying attention to me?!” The shrill voice questioned as Jaiden snapped back to reality and looked down at the small girl beside him. “Excuse me?” He questioned, hand running over his chest for a moment trying to see if he recalled anything she had said. He had not. “You always do this to me! You literally pretend to listen to me and then you ignore me like I’m not even here when I’m just trying to have fun. If you’re so fucking miserable then why don’t you leave, Jaiden! Why did you even come?” Her voice was increasingly getting louder and Jaiden definitely hadn’t wanted the attention on him but Beth seemed to have other things in mind. “Can you stop fuck–” he had started to say through gritted teeth as he moved closer to her but Beth only raised her hands and moved away from him. Forming a whole spectacle. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating! What’s the phrase? Once a fuck boy always a fuck boy? Don’t tell me to be quiet! Don’t tell me to do anything! You should be happy I even try with you ‘cause you’re reputation is garbage! I’m the reason why it’s better. Me!” And just like that, his calm demeanor was gone and out the window and instead he was seething. The kind of seething that could be seen and felt from across the room as he looked down at this girl. All eyes on them like she always wanted. His personal hell. “You know what? Get the hell over yourself! You see all these people? They’re looking at you ‘cause you’re a fucking psychopath, Bethany. A psychopath! You haven’t done shit for me so why don’t you go back to practicing blow jobs with your fucking dildo and maybe you’ll be good at them.” Rightfully so, he had her drink thrown into his face but all Jaiden himself did was throw his on the ground. “Fuck you,” he told her before looking at the people around them. “What!?” He screamed, causing people to take steps back as he left the house all together. His shirt was wet, he smelled disgusting, he was angry and he couldn’t even smoke because of football. So instead, he just made his way to his car.

He could hear steps behind him however which made him roll his eyes at the very familiar smell. “What do you want?” He questioned bitterly as he dug in his pocket for his car key as he walked. 

[helenagalanis]

[helenagalanis]

Florence Pugh before the premiere of Don’t Worry Darling at the Venice Film Festival on September 5, 2022 (📸: Peter Lux)

[helenagalanis]

Do not be mistaken; she adored this feeling, to be treated like a ragdoll, tossed about and pounded like she was nothing. She had always desired such a feeling, never one to back down or cower out. But… she’d had many intentions in the pairs little activity. Get railed, get revenge… and a pain in the ass. She didn’t like how he seemed to be getting exactly what he wanted from her. How he smirked and laughed. That was not going to last for long. This was her turn to make him suffer. Suddenly coming to a stop, she moved back off of his lap, pushing him down onto the bed easily with her werewolf strength despite their height difference. She was gonna make him wait. Without a word, she moved on top of him, and Helena took a moment to appreciate where she was. How divine his body looked, like one of the many sculptures and statues in her home country. Straddling him with he legs either side, a smirk grew on her lips as she moved her hands over each of his shoulders, leaning down towards him. “Think you can be a good boy for me?” She moved one hand back, taking his dick and ever so slowly placed it inside of her. Readjusting to the feeling, she let out a hum of delight, “God, you’re so fucking big.” She whined, slowly beginning to move up and down. Almost too slowly.

Each stroke was taking much, much longer than it needed to take, but she was doing that on purpose to make him suffer. Up to the tip and all the way back down, a painfully long process that she knew was killing him. Moving down again, she moved her delicate lips to his ear, running them over it gently before mumbling, “Call me insufferable and that’s what you get, Jai Jai,” She let out a mischievous chuckle, nestling her body against his. As if on cue, her movements were so slow that his dick slipped out, no longer inside her, making her smirk at the thought of him getting annoyed. She glanced back for a moment before looking back, doing nothing. “Oops.” She giggled before leaning into his ear again, “… You want me to really ruin you?” She slowly moved her body so her entrance gently rubbed against his dick, yet she did nothing. She wanted him to suffer. “Beg for it.”

Helena loved parties. They were so much fun, the alcohol, the music, the occasional drugs and the dancing. It was what being young was all about after all, was it not? Especially when you didn’t actually attend university or have any sort of academic commitments. It meant you could join in on all the fun parts of college life then run away when you felt the time was right. Except… she absolutely hated frat parties. And frat boys in general, if we were being honest. They were all useless meatheads whose favourite pastime was spiking girls’ drinks, usually racist and homophobic too; she covered her drink with her hand the whole night when she was around such people. But she’d somehow been dragged to one of them with her friend Beth, she loved these sorts of things. Helena hated them… but if there were opportunities to cause a bit of mayhem and throw a drink on a boy’s head, then perhaps the evening wouldn’t be so bad. So here she stood.

She at times looked a little out of place in these sort of events, most girls here didn’t tend to wear all black and were covered head-to-toe in tattoos. Most girls were blonde bimbos (that wasn’t exactly the most feminist attitude to have but she thought so regardless). But that was exactly who she was and she was proud of, she’d change for no one. Inked up and confident. The music also sucked but she was just nitpicking at that point. Noticing her drink was empty, she looked at the empty cup for a moment before glancing to her friend, “I’ll be back.” She nodded. She seemed a little more quiet than usual tonight and her friend had noticed, “Are you okay, Helly?” Helena looked at Beth for a moment. Gosh, what sickly concern she had for her friend when not too long ago she’d been fucking Helly’s ex-boyfriend every night. Helena’s actual friend Josie, a childhood best friend from school who now attended university, had introduced the two girls, but had uncovered this secret a week or so ago and informed her almost instantly. But she had no idea that the werewolf knew. Helena hadn’t confronted her yet… she was planning on how to do that. Just like her mother, the indulgent fun of revenge was something she looked forward to as well. Smiling, so faux, she shook her head, “I’m fine! You enjoy yourself, yeah?” With that, she span on her heels, and began walking to find another drink. Preferably something bottled so no one had touched it. However, turning the corner that lead to the stairs, she found herself crashing into a stranger.

Wait. Not a stranger. A complete asshole and someone she sadly had the pleasure of knowing. Jaiden. There he stood in all his glory. His perfectly tattooed, muscular, tall glor— wait, no! She could not have such thoughts over the absolute worst person on the planet. Look at his lips, the smirking look. God, he was the worst person on the planet, she was almost happy that Beth was winning his affections when he had a reputation as a massive sleaze. They deserved each other. “Ew.” She instinctively muttered, moving away to see the man towering over her properly. He didn’t seem to be a in a party mood, he a had bag of food in his hand, headphones over his neck. Did he… live here? “Are you stalking me, Jaiden?” She huffed, folding her arms and moving back, “You know that’s really creepy, right?”

[helenagalanis]

This was what she had always wanted. To be treated like a ragdoll, rocked about and left feeling weak and raw. If she wanted delicate and gentle she would tell him otherwise, but there was no desire for right now whatsoever. The mood in the air changed completely, Helena noting the look on his face and knowing what that meant. Of course he listened, of course he was going to make her feel this type of way. Of course he’d do as she asked him to. Instantly, her body tensed up in response, eyes turning yellow as he rocked back and forth, harsh, aggressive thrusts against her body. And she loved every single second of it. Her werewolf lifestyle meant she could take much more than an ordinary human but this isn’t didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling it. Quite the opposite, she felt every motion, every ounce of her body getting wetter and wetter, the heat of his body pressing against his. Her back arched slightly against him, arms still wrapped around his back and gripping him tightly. Holy shit, he was good, he was slowly climbing to the top of the mental list she had of her body count, every new thing made him move up a place. Soon enough, he’d be on top. Pun absolutely intended.

But he was also quick to change things. She didn’t quite understand how, though she also didn’t question it, but their position changed. She was now sat upright, placed on his lap, still feeling him inside. Clever and impressive. Then he did it again, her favourite thing in the world; those harsh slaps on her ass sent her into overdrive, eyes widening as she let out a slight scream, but begged him to do it once more with an equally loud ‘again!’. Those gentle moans changed and grew louder and louder the more he rocked against her, eyes flickering between closed and open constantly, wanting to see his face but also falling into a state euphoria. She had little regard for if anyone outside heard them, he never had. Hearing those handsome whispers made her skin run hot, smiling slightly at his responses. “I know I do.” She mumbled, hearing his requests. Of course she felt good, why would she not? This was Helena, she had a reputation for being fun for a reason. She would oblige his requests. “… Fuck… Jaiden…” Over and over against his name fell from her mouth, almost echoing in the air, filling those gaps between the loud thuds of the bed rocking against the wall, the way their skin moved against each other. “… Go harder, Jai. Harder.”

Helena loved parties. They were so much fun, the alcohol, the music, the occasional drugs and the dancing. It was what being young was all about after all, was it not? Especially when you didn’t actually attend university or have any sort of academic commitments. It meant you could join in on all the fun parts of college life then run away when you felt the time was right. Except… she absolutely hated frat parties. And frat boys in general, if we were being honest. They were all useless meatheads whose favourite pastime was spiking girls’ drinks, usually racist and homophobic too; she covered her drink with her hand the whole night when she was around such people. But she’d somehow been dragged to one of them with her friend Beth, she loved these sorts of things. Helena hated them… but if there were opportunities to cause a bit of mayhem and throw a drink on a boy’s head, then perhaps the evening wouldn’t be so bad. So here she stood.

She at times looked a little out of place in these sort of events, most girls here didn’t tend to wear all black and were covered head-to-toe in tattoos. Most girls were blonde bimbos (that wasn’t exactly the most feminist attitude to have but she thought so regardless). But that was exactly who she was and she was proud of, she’d change for no one. Inked up and confident. The music also sucked but she was just nitpicking at that point. Noticing her drink was empty, she looked at the empty cup for a moment before glancing to her friend, “I’ll be back.” She nodded. She seemed a little more quiet than usual tonight and her friend had noticed, “Are you okay, Helly?” Helena looked at Beth for a moment. Gosh, what sickly concern she had for her friend when not too long ago she’d been fucking Helly’s ex-boyfriend every night. Helena’s actual friend Josie, a childhood best friend from school who now attended university, had introduced the two girls, but had uncovered this secret a week or so ago and informed her almost instantly. But she had no idea that the werewolf knew. Helena hadn’t confronted her yet… she was planning on how to do that. Just like her mother, the indulgent fun of revenge was something she looked forward to as well. Smiling, so faux, she shook her head, “I’m fine! You enjoy yourself, yeah?” With that, she span on her heels, and began walking to find another drink. Preferably something bottled so no one had touched it. However, turning the corner that lead to the stairs, she found herself crashing into a stranger.

Wait. Not a stranger. A complete asshole and someone she sadly had the pleasure of knowing. Jaiden. There he stood in all his glory. His perfectly tattooed, muscular, tall glor— wait, no! She could not have such thoughts over the absolute worst person on the planet. Look at his lips, the smirking look. God, he was the worst person on the planet, she was almost happy that Beth was winning his affections when he had a reputation as a massive sleaze. They deserved each other. “Ew.” She instinctively muttered, moving away to see the man towering over her properly. He didn’t seem to be a in a party mood, he a had bag of food in his hand, headphones over his neck. Did he… live here? “Are you stalking me, Jaiden?” She huffed, folding her arms and moving back, “You know that’s really creepy, right?”

[helenagalanis]

She was beginning to understand why her mother loved revenge so much. Sure, Ana’s methods of revenge were quite different and usually involved murder and torture of some kind, but Helena’s methods were just as satisfying! Knowing that the boy her lying friend seemed to be crushing on so badly was now inside her, how sweet it was. Because that’s all this was. Revenge. Nothing more. Obviously. Feeling him begin to move, Helena let out desperate yet delicate moans at his strokes, hands gripping his back tightly, enjoying the feeling of someone so muscular and toned against her perfectly curved body. She wished that this wasn’t the boy who made her feel this way, so excited and like she was tasting ecstasy, but he was, and she would have to accept this… well, she clearly already had since she was lying on his bed naked. Strange how someone usually so loud could sound so soft but give her five minutes, things would be different. Faster, harder, better. “Stop being so fucking nice.” She mumbled as she adjusted to the rhythm. She didn’t want him to be soft and caring, he hadn’t treated her like that in years, why start now of all times? She wanted to be weak and wobbling by the end of the night, every inch of her body stinging and raw red. “It doesn’t hurt… go fucking harder.” She begged, leaning into his motions a little to feel it better. God, she could feel how wet she was already, it was like he was working magic. He had a reputation, did he not? Show her this reputation.

Helena loved parties. They were so much fun, the alcohol, the music, the occasional drugs and the dancing. It was what being young was all about after all, was it not? Especially when you didn’t actually attend university or have any sort of academic commitments. It meant you could join in on all the fun parts of college life then run away when you felt the time was right. Except… she absolutely hated frat parties. And frat boys in general, if we were being honest. They were all useless meatheads whose favourite pastime was spiking girls’ drinks, usually racist and homophobic too; she covered her drink with her hand the whole night when she was around such people. But she’d somehow been dragged to one of them with her friend Beth, she loved these sorts of things. Helena hated them… but if there were opportunities to cause a bit of mayhem and throw a drink on a boy’s head, then perhaps the evening wouldn’t be so bad. So here she stood.

She at times looked a little out of place in these sort of events, most girls here didn’t tend to wear all black and were covered head-to-toe in tattoos. Most girls were blonde bimbos (that wasn’t exactly the most feminist attitude to have but she thought so regardless). But that was exactly who she was and she was proud of, she’d change for no one. Inked up and confident. The music also sucked but she was just nitpicking at that point. Noticing her drink was empty, she looked at the empty cup for a moment before glancing to her friend, “I’ll be back.” She nodded. She seemed a little more quiet than usual tonight and her friend had noticed, “Are you okay, Helly?” Helena looked at Beth for a moment. Gosh, what sickly concern she had for her friend when not too long ago she’d been fucking Helly’s ex-boyfriend every night. Helena’s actual friend Josie, a childhood best friend from school who now attended university, had introduced the two girls, but had uncovered this secret a week or so ago and informed her almost instantly. But she had no idea that the werewolf knew. Helena hadn’t confronted her yet… she was planning on how to do that. Just like her mother, the indulgent fun of revenge was something she looked forward to as well. Smiling, so faux, she shook her head, “I’m fine! You enjoy yourself, yeah?” With that, she span on her heels, and began walking to find another drink. Preferably something bottled so no one had touched it. However, turning the corner that lead to the stairs, she found herself crashing into a stranger.

Wait. Not a stranger. A complete asshole and someone she sadly had the pleasure of knowing. Jaiden. There he stood in all his glory. His perfectly tattooed, muscular, tall glor— wait, no! She could not have such thoughts over the absolute worst person on the planet. Look at his lips, the smirking look. God, he was the worst person on the planet, she was almost happy that Beth was winning his affections when he had a reputation as a massive sleaze. They deserved each other. “Ew.” She instinctively muttered, moving away to see the man towering over her properly. He didn’t seem to be a in a party mood, he a had bag of food in his hand, headphones over his neck. Did he… live here? “Are you stalking me, Jaiden?” She huffed, folding her arms and moving back, “You know that’s really creepy, right?”