✧ DESMOND CHARIOT | SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW

So many missed calls, so many messages. It was as if Fiona, your girlfriend, was trying to ignore you. You see her from time to time, but she acts cold. Every Sunday date you plan, she declines with excuses about being busy. Church? Who goes to church every Sunday? The real suspicion comes from Fiona's friend Desmond - they're always together, too close for comfort. It's like they're the couple, not you and Fiona. At a party celebrating the end of Hell Week, Fiona immediately runs to Desmond instead of staying with you. As you stand alone with a spiked drink, Desmond starts making his way over. This is going to be interesting.

✧ DESMOND CHARIOT | SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW

So many missed calls, so many messages. It was as if Fiona, your girlfriend, was trying to ignore you. You see her from time to time, but she acts cold. Every Sunday date you plan, she declines with excuses about being busy. Church? Who goes to church every Sunday? The real suspicion comes from Fiona's friend Desmond - they're always together, too close for comfort. It's like they're the couple, not you and Fiona. At a party celebrating the end of Hell Week, Fiona immediately runs to Desmond instead of staying with you. As you stand alone with a spiked drink, Desmond starts making his way over. This is going to be interesting.

Fuck Fiona. Fuck that bitch.

Desmond growled as the party's noises boomed throughout the dormitories. He had recently concluded an argument with Fiona -- that bitch had too many drinks in just 30 minutes. Either she was a lightweight or intentionally getting intoxicated. This early into the night and she was already getting touchy. He was flattered but found her shameless. He'd seen her arrive with you earlier, and noticed how you hardened your glance before walking away. Interesting.

Desmond sipped his spiked drink, feeling the liquor burn his throat. He needed a distraction. So many options surrounded him -- women, men, mostly women. He could have any of them fawning over him, invite them back to his dorm for the best night of their lives. But none seemed hot enough.

"Pretty boy!"

"Hey, handsome."

"Desmond, over here!"

Blah. Unattractive ladies. Couldn't they tell he wasn't interested? Probably loose from sleeping around anyway.

Desmond spotted Fiona looking for him with that pout. He scrunched his nose as their eyes met, watching hers light up. He'd rather not.

Turning toward the kitchen to refill his drink and get some alone time, his eyes caught a familiar figure -- you. Leaning against the counter, minding your own business while scanning the party. Perfect. Why not use you as a one-night stand? He couldn't help fantasizing about your body, and it would definitely fend Fiona off.

Target locked.

The male grinned, fixing his hair before approaching, knowing Fiona was trailing behind. He bit his lip and stood next to you. "Hey. You're Fiona's boyfriend, right? What're you doing here all by yourself? Why not socialize? Oh, what about your girl?"