Ok, two one-shots in one day? I'm getting distracted from my stories again. Although, blame this one on ORy. See, she told me if I posted this, she'd post the last chapter of 'This Is School'. So… I'm waiting…

Oh, btw, this is rated M for a reason, cause it's dirty.

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All in all, prom hadn't been so bad.

Well, at least until Summer fell of that big ship thing, that's when it kinda went downhill, but up until then had been nice. Hanging with Theresa was fun, and watching Seth pine after Summer and get ordered around by Anna? Always a good time. Plus, that Korean guy Summer was with was hilarious. He'd thought it was going to be worse than it was – what with Volchok along for the ride, but the guy seemed to be behaving. Well, behaving in the sense that he wasn't doing coke in public or tearing the place apart.

And then there was the unexpected surprise of Taylor Townsend looking hot as hell. Red suited her very well. Not that he'd ever tell anyone this, but he'd probably be visiting that memory later tonight – because there was no way he and Theresa were starting anything up. And he hadn't been laid in a couple weeks – not since that Chloe chick. And seriously? Instead of cooling off his teenage hormones, that whole thing had reminded him how relaxing a no-strings-attached fuck could be. If she wasn't such an uptight Newpsie – and if he didn't have this pesky conscience – he'd actually consider offering Taylor a nice ride tonight after prom.

The sound of Theresa's cell phone snapped him out of his little reverie, and she murmured something about it being 'that guy' she was telling him about. He gave her a smile, and she walked out of the noisy gym – where everyone was still discussing their prom queen's fall. He watched her go, hoping the guy – whoever he was – didn't hurt her. She deserved someone.

"Hey, have you seen Kevin?" Marissa came up behind him, touching his arm gently. He shook his head, feeling a little guilty – he should've been watching that guy like a hawk, but he hadn't. Instead he'd been too busy actually being a teenager. His ex sighed, "I'll go find him."

Two – count it, two – ex-girlfriends just walked away from him to go talk to other guys. Not that he wanted to start things up again with either of them – way too much history with Theresa, and every time he and Marissa got back together it was like a train waiting to crash. He just wished Marissa had picked someone better to go having sex with – someone a little less volatile. He truly wanted her to be happy, and that gave him a start. He wanted Marissa to be happy, and it wasn't going to be with him. Looking back, they'd never been really happy. He'd even told Sadie as much. Well, maybe not those exact words, but he'd told the girl he was happier with her than with anyone else he'd been with. And it was true.

Damn, he wished Sadie hadn't left. Yeah, it wouldn't have worked out, but he seriously could have used the extra months of regular sex. Oh well, looks like it was just him, the internet, and his trusty right hand until he could find some hot Berkeley ass.

"Ryan…" Theresa came up behind him, looking apologetic. "Look, that guy, he's going to a work party, and he invited me…"

Ryan smiled at the sincere guilt and hope in her eyes. "Hey, it's no problem," he took her arm, leading her out of the gym. "I'll probably end up spending the entire after-party consoling Seth. I mean, the guy watched his drunk ex kiss some Korean pop-star then fall off a boat…"

"Ship," Theresa corrected him with a smile.

"Ryan, oh my God," Taylor Townsend's hassled voice stopped them, and the girl planted herself in front of the two. "We need to get Summer out of here, so we're all headed to the limo now. Are you guys coming?"

"Ryan is, I'm headed out," Theresa smiled at him, and he nodded, locking eyes with her. He really wanted her to be happy.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Taylor sounded sorry, but you could never really tell with her, so Ryan wasn't sure he bought it. "Would you like me to call you a cab? Or we could have the limo drop you off somewhere before we go…"

"That's ok, really," Theresa laughed, shooting him a look that asked why he hung out with insane people. He gave a little shrug – he really had no idea. "Mark's picking me up."

Ryan kind of wished Theresa hadn't said that, because Taylor raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. He shrugged at her – his usual response to most things. Surprisingly, the girl seemed to take his non-verbal answer without question, and started rambling about gathering everyone for the limo ride. "Where's Marissa and that angry-looking guy?"

"Uhh, she went to find him a little while ago…" he looked over his shoulder to the exit where Marissa had disappeared. Theresa's cell phone rang.

"He's here." She turned to him, hugging him tightly before pulling away and placing her hands on his shoulders. "Goodbye, Ryan. This was fun."

"Yeah. Good luck at the party," he squeezed her hand one last time before she left.

"Ok, well, Seth, Summer, Sung-Ho, Jung-Nom, and Anna are in the limo, so we need to find Marissa and Mr. Stable before Summer vomits on the upholstery and I don't get my deposit back." She brushed past him, towards the exit Marissa had taken, and Ryan shook his head in amusement and followed. Already he liked Taylor Townsend a little more just because of her obvious distaste for Volchok. Not that he was surprised, really. Uptight chicks didn't normally dig guys who drank heavily and didn't even wear ties to prom. Plus, when she walked, her ass swayed quite nicely.

So he followed her into the hall, "Volchok probably went outside to smoke something." Taylor nodded and headed in that direction. They got to a balcony where Volchok had obviously been – if the end of a used joint on the ground was any indication. They searched around for another five minutes before giving up. They'd probably ditched the party to go have an exclusive one at his place. He really hoped for Marissa's sake that the guy didn't have an STD or something.

"Yes, well," Taylor was saying, stalking out towards the parking lot, "how considerate of them to just up and leave." You know, she was actually quite funny when she was saying the same things he was thinking.

"Well this is great," Taylor flopped onto the couch next to him, looking for all the world like she might kill someone.

"Taylor," he greeted. He'd been sitting on the couch watching the party for the last hour. Seth, Anna, and Summer were off somewhere, so he was pretty much alone here.

"If I didn't feel so bad for her, I'd really be angry at Summer right now," she continued on, and he wasn't sure she even realized she was talking – or that she was talking to him. "Jung-Nom wanted to go home because his date was smashed, and Sung-Ho went too. So now I'm dateless at my own after-party, where people are tearing up the place and basically acting like primates." She let out a soft whine as some kid hurtled past, knocking over a table and taking out a couple chairs too. "I'm so not getting my deposit back. And because Summer hurled in the limo, that's gone too. My mother's going to freak." Ryan laughed softly, and Taylor shot him a glare, settling back into the couch with a huff. "Well, I'm glad you think it's funny. Have you met my mother?"

Ryan winced – he remembered running into the woman once. She wasn't pleasant. Topic change time. "So how is Summer. I haven't seen her since we got here."

Taylor sighed, looking slightly happier. "She was puking her guts out in one of the back rooms. Anna left, did you see? It's a shame really, I liked the girl. She was quite practical and we had a very nice discussion about Yakuza. But I think Seth and Summer made up, cause he was smiling, and she was smiling – until she started throwing up again, of course."

"Of course."

They settled into silence, and Taylor winced, putting a hand to her forehead as a crash sounded from across the club. He watched her shoulders square, and she sucked in a resolute breath, turning to him almost forcefully. "So how are you, Ryan Atwood?"

"I'm good."

She seemed only slightly annoyed at his mono-syllabic response, and he guessed it might have more to do with her wanting a distraction than the belief that he should talk more. Which was nice, actually, because he hated when people tried to get him to 'open up'. Sometimes a situation just called for a one or two word answer.

"Then I can be good too," she nodded to herself, and he furrowed his brow at her. "Well, if you can be dateless on prom night and still be 'good', so can I."

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me." He wasn't all that upset – at least not at Theresa. She had her own life, and he had his. She'd done him a favor, going to prom with him, and there was no way he could be angry at her for going off and doing her own thing after.

"Sorry." She actually sounded sorry, and he started to think that maybe Taylor Townsend did care about other people. He remembered Seth telling him something about Summer setting up a kissing booth with an entire flower-shop's worth of balloons to try and win him back. That didn't sound like a Summer plan – it sounded like a Taylor Townsend one. Maybe the girl did have human feelings. "It's just… not how I pictured this night going."

"Tell me about it."

"I mean, its prom! You're supposed to go and have fun with someone you love – or at least care a lot about. Not some random restaurant worker who was nice to you and helped you cater a party on short notice." She let out a sigh, and he could tell she was in her own world – rambling to someone who would listen. "Not that Sung-Ho isn't nice, and he's a good kisser, but it's not quite the night I imagined." It hadn't been his either. Not that he'd ever really thought of prom, but from all the movies and TV shows, it wasn't supposed to be like this. "And now people are ruining my chances of getting my deposit back, I was laughed at on stage again, and I don't even get to have angry, frustrated sex to calm me down."

It took about four and a half seconds for the last part of her ramble to actually be processed in his head. "What?"

"Well," she continued like it was no big deal, "obviously I thought Sung-Ho and I would have some nice sweaty fun time tonight, but now I don't even get that."

He really shouldn't be surprised. This was the girl who was having her way with the Dean of Discipline, so was it any real shocker that she'd go for a Korean waiter? What surprised him, though, was her casual tone, like what she was saying was no big deal. Most girls in Newport talked about sex like it was something dirty and wrong – even if they got off on that sort of thing. Or they were like Summer and Marissa – who did it, but had trouble talking about it in public. Or even in private, because he could remember times when there would be awkward, fumbling conversations with Marissa about should they? or is it too soon?

"That sucks," he finally managed to get out. "If it makes you feel any better, I had to go through the whole night knowing I wasn't getting laid." She looked at him, startled, as if she just remembered who she was talking to – and that she was actually talking to someone at all. Then her nose wrinkled, and she let out a short, almost dorkish laugh, complete with a little snort.

"Thank you, Ryan!" she said brightly, laying her hand on his knee and giving it a little squeeze. "That does make me feel better!"

"Well, glad I could help," he grinned at her, shaking his head a little. You know, when she wasn't going full force on some project or plan, she was actually pleasant to talk to. And there was something about her bluntness, and the almost innocent laugh, that made him relax. Or maybe it was just the warm hand still resting on his leg, and the red neckline of her dress that scooped low.

"So what are we going to do, Ryan Atwood," she continued on brightly, trying to look serious, "about our pathetic lives?"

"Well," he let out a fake heavy sigh, smiling as he lent back against the couch cushions, "I already have my plan." She shot him a puzzled look, and he shrugged. "I was going to get reacquainted with my hand tonight," he held up his right hand, smiling at it affectionately. Instead of looking offended, or disgusted, she broke into short bursting laughter, scrunching up her face, eyes showing nothing but pure amusement. She was definitely a refreshing break from other girls. Shame it had to end, but he did have a standing appointment with his hand, and he wasn't one to break a date. "I guess I should go, though. Seth's with Summer, and I really have no reason to stay."

"Oh, yeah," she withdrew her hand from his leg, smiling and standing up when he did. "It was nice talking to you, Ryan."

"You know what? It was nice talking to you too," he gave her a smile that he hoped was sincere, because he wanted her to know that he did enjoy talking to her. She deserved some bit of niceness from someone tonight. Her entire face lit up, and she threw her arms around him impulsively, letting out a breathless thank you as she tried to squeeze all the oxygen out of him.

Maybe his body was way ahead of his brain, and thought he was at home, alone, in the pool house, or maybe it was just the fact that she was small and warm and pressing up against him, but he felt himself harden beneath her. He brought his hands swiftly to her waist, pulling her away before she could feel it, but the look in her eyes when they separated showed it was too late. Her eyes were wide and a little confused at first, but then her face softened and she looked like she was thinking hard about something.

"Did you want to take the limo?" she asked softly, grabbing her purse, and walking out of the private room they were in. He followed, unsure of what the hell was going on. He wasn't sure if she was trying to get rid of him or what, but her ass looked fantastic as she walked in front of him, so he followed her out – memorizing the movement as best he could for tonight's session with his hand.

They found the limo in the parking lot – the driver had mysteriously disappeared, although Taylor reassured him the man was probably out smoking and she could find him quickly. She opened the door for him – she was quite the non-traditionalist – and he got in.

"I'll go find Manuel," she told him, placing her hand on the top of the door to shut it. He watched her hesitate a second, eyes flicking towards the pier, then to the Bait Shop, then down at him. Her pink tongue darted out to lick at her lips – she must have that lipstick that doesn't wear off easily, he thought, because her lips stayed as red as ever. Then, so quick he didn't quite catch what was going on at first, she got into the limo after him, shutting the door firmly behind her.

"Um… Manuel?"he managed to get out as she bit her lip uncertainly.

"Look, Ryan, I know we don't really know each other that well – although maybe it's better – and you probably think I'm just crazy Taylor Townsend, but I was really looking forward to a nice lay tonight, and you seem up for it," she gestured down at his crotch, and he started to like her even more when she didn't blush at the implication.

"Taylor," he began with a sigh, "I don't think that's such a good idea." She didn't look hurt, and she definitely didn't look like she was going to cry. He wasn't sure Taylor Townsend ever cried. "It's not that I don't want to," he continued on – there was no point in trying to hide what she had already felt on her hip – "but I don't really do the whole one-night-stand thing. Except for Chloe," he amended – that little adventure was still fresh in his head.

"Who's Chloe?" She was actually curious, tilting her head to the side and furrowing her eyebrows.

"She was a waitress down in… you know what, it doesn't matter, because I never have to see her again. But you… we still have to go to Harbor for a few more weeks, and I don't want it to be weird…"

"Well Ryan," she was way too happy for someone who had just been turned down, "if that's all you're worried about, then don't be. If you hadn't noticed, I'm very good at hiding my little indiscretions, and I'm totally cool with keeping this strictly between us."

She did have a point. She'd hid the whole Hess thing for a while, and if they did this, then they'd really only have to last for a couple more weeks, and it didn't look like she was going to take this personally – he highly doubted she would want something 'more' after this. Plus, her dress was pulled tight across her body, and she was pressing her lips together in uncertainty, and he wondered what kinds of things she could do with that mouth.

"This stays between us?" he confirmed, and he watched her visibly relax.

"Totally!" she actually clapped her hands together, smiling that perky smile of hers. He couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation – the Harbor social chair was arranging what was turning out to be the most random sex of his life. "So how do you want to do this?" she questioned, pressing a finger to her mouth in thought. "Do you want me to lay on one of the seats, or would we have more room on the floor? Or I could ride you, if you'd like…"

It was almost unnerving, how clinical she was being, but he definitely liked the last idea. Just the thought of her bouncing up and down on him made his stomach clench, and he nodded at her. "Yeah, that one," he managed to breath out, and she nodded.

"Could you get this dress off me?" she asked, sounding like she was talking to him about the weather. Her back turned towards him, and he leaned forward, grasping the little metal zipper and pulling it down. Her back was soft and smooth, and the zipper stopped at the top of her ass, which was disappointing and thrilling at the same time. When he looked up, she was watching him over her shoulder, somehow managing to look turned on and uncertain at the same time. Apparently she still thought he was going to back out, so he gave her a lecherous grin, pushing the straps of the gown off her shoulders.

They somehow maneuvered the dress off her, the lack of height in the limo making it awkward, but it was totally worth it when the dress was just a pile of red fabric on the floor. Apparently she was serious about wanting to get laid tonight, because she was wearing a black lingerie set – although he wouldn't doubt that Taylor Townsend would always wear things like this just because it was more expensive than regular underwear. Either way, it was hot as hell, especially when she straddled his hips, letting her hands rest lightly on his shoulders.

There was a pause, each waiting for the other to move. There would be no going back, his mind warned him, but somehow he couldn't quite care. So he made the first move, sliding his hands up the backs of her thighs, and when they reached her ass, he brought her hips down and forward to press against him. She gasped softly, mouth parting as her breath hitched slightly. Hell yeah.

He gripped her ass tightly and began to rock his hips into her slowly, all the while watching her face as her eyes closed, and she began to whimper. It wasn't a loud sound, but in the silence of the limo he could hear it. Maybe they should've put on music or something, just in case she got loud. Too late now, he thought, because there was no way he was stopping this just to turn on the radio.

She was helping him now, grinding into him, trying to make the pace faster, and he couldn't help the confident smile that took over his face. Taylor Townsend was surprising him tonight. First by actually being hot, then by being funny, forward, practical, and now she was surprising him because she was so into this. She wasn't holding back, she wasn't pretending not to like it just in case he thought she was a slut. She was still letting out little moans, eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. He had the sudden urge to watch her orgasm, so he slid one hand from her ass and moved it between their bodies to press against the fabric covering her clit.

The strangled gasp that came out of her was probably the hottest thing he had ever heard, until she began to speak. "Ryan," she shuddered, forcing her hips against his hard cock, his seeking hand, "oh God, Ryan…" He'd watched enough girls come to know when she broke, warm wetness flooding against his hand, and he leaned up to catch her lips in a kiss. She gasped and moaned against his mouth, trying to kiss him back around the noises she was making. It was flattering, really, that she was trying so hard to kiss him, her hands clutching the back of his neck as her body spasmed above him.

He continued to rub her slowly as she came down, and her hips finally slowed from their frantic pace. When she was finally done, he pulled his mouth away from hers, meeting her heavy-lidded eyes with his, and she gave him a lazy smile. "Yeah?" he asked, breathless from watching her, from feeling the warmth against his crotch.

"Wow," she giggled brokenly, looking slightly tipsy and completely sated. And he was proud of himself, but right now his dick was straining against the fabric of his pants, and it was getting more than just a little uncomfortable. Taylor seemed to be on the same page as him, because she glanced down with a sultry smile. "How about we do you now?" she asked, sliding off his lap to kneel on the floor. He nodded dumbly, unable to form words as she slid her hand up his inner thigh to run her fingers lightly over the obvious bulge at his crotch.

Shit, she was good at this. She kept one hand rubbing him through his pants as the other worked the button and zipper open, relieving the pressure somewhat, which felt great. It felt even better when her hand slipped under his boxers to wrap around the base of his cock, gripping him gently as she pulled his pants over his hips – which he lifted off the seat so she could remove them completely.

His dick throbbed in her hand as she stroked him lightly, taking him in with an appraising look. "Nice," she murmured, more to herself, and he couldn't help that gasping laugh that escaped his throat.

"Thanks," he grunted, resisting the urge to take her hand and make her jerk him off faster. She seemed to see his restraint, because she smiled at him – more of a smirk, really.

"Much nicer than Sung-Ho," she tried to look thoughtful.

"Taylor," he protested with a groan. The last thing he needed right now was thinking of her doing some other guy.

"Nicer than Dean Hess…"

"Ugh, Taylor," he grunted in disgust. There was no need to bring that guy up, and the look on her face – smug and teasing – showed she knew exactly what it was doing to him. Because instead of being turned off, he was getting a little angry and frustrated, which just made him harder and hornier, if that was even possible. She pouted at him, pushing her lips out farther than was necessary, but it had the desired effect of making his cock twitch in her hand.

"Sorry," she whispered, lowering her head and brushing her lips against the head of it. All thoughts of Sung-Ho and Dean Hess flew from his mind. "Sorry," she murmured again, this time opening her mouth and letting the tip of her tongue flick against him. Her hand gripped the base of his cock tightly, the other one reaching below to play with his balls, and he let out a guttural moan, thrusting up into her tight fist. "Down boy," she breathed, letting her lips ghost over him, and he almost lost it.

He let his head fall back on the seat, staring up at the blank ceiling as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock. She did it again, making him grunt a little. He wished he could watch her work, but the ceiling was better, because it helped him focus. If he looked at her…

She wasn't doing anything, and he was getting impatient. So he brought his head up, looking down at the girl on her knees in front of him. She was watching him, like she was waiting, and when he finally looked at her again, she dipped her head back down, this time taking him into her mouth. "Fuck," he brought his hand to the back of her head as it bobbed up and down on him. She hummed softly, the vibrations traveling from her lips to his dick, and he groaned loudly. They should've put on music.

She caught his eye, keeping their gazes locked as she lowered her head until he hit the back of her mouth. Apparently the girl had no gag reflex, because she kept going, taking him into her throat.

"Fuck," he breathed, entire body tensing in order to resist the urge to thrust into her. "Fuck. Shit, Taylor." She swallowed, throat muscles contracting around him, and he felt the familiar tingle start. And as fantastic as this was, he wanted to fuck her, so he tugged gently at her hair, and she suctioned hard as she slowly released him. "I wanna fuck you," he told her urgently as she rose off her knees.

"Ok," she nodded with him, sliding her panties off before getting into his lap again. She twisted sideways, grabbing for her purse as he ran his hands over her body, which was absolutely fantastic. Not as curvy as Theresa's, but definitely nicer than Marissa's. He always felt like he was going to break Marissa… She turned back to him with a smile, holding up the condom triumphantly, and he forgot what he had been thinking about. Something about breaking something?

It didn't matter, because Taylor gripped the little packet between her teeth, her hands removing his jacket and pulling open his shirt. She actually huffed in annoyance when she found a wife beater underneath – apparently not liking the fact that he had so many layers on. Which was flattering – even more so when his shirts were gone, and she looked him over before meeting his gaze. Her eyes were wild, and he felt his cock twitch in anticipation as she grabbed the condom packet in one hand and tore it open, spitting the excess plastic out of her mouth and rolling the latex down him.

There was a breathless moment as she hovered over him and his hands went to her hips. Their eyes locked, and there would definitely be no going back once he was inside her. But fuck it if he was going to stop, because she was panting heavily, already ready for him, slick from her orgasm. She lifted one eyebrow at him, as if to say last chance to back out, which told him that she definitely wanted this to continue.

So he tightened his grip on her waist and brought her hips down sharply, thrusting up at the same time, and she felt amazing; hot, slick, tight. The best part, though, was the look on her face when he was in: surprise. And he was sure enough of himself to know that it was good surprise, especially when he lifted her little body up, slamming her back down on him, and she let out a loud moan.

After a few more thrusts she got over her shock, and started to work with him, rolling her hips in a way that Theresa and Sadie never did. She let out a whimper, head falling forward onto his shoulder, and she hung onto him as she rode him, clutching at his back. Definitely not like Theresa or Sadie, he decided, and he realized that they were the only two girls to ever take the initiative to be on top, except for a couple randoms in Chino. So triple points for Taylor Townsend for not only proposing this whole thing, but also suggesting she be on top, and for being damn good at it.

"Jesus Christ, Ryan," he heard her moan against his skin, and suddenly he wanted to show this girl exactly what a boy from Chino could do.

There was a breathless scream and a satisfying thump as her back hit the leather seat, and she looked up at him, wide-eyed as he shifted between her legs, placing one hand over her shoulder, the other one anchoring her hip to the leather. He smirked down at her before pulling out and slamming back into her, quite content with the gasping moan she let out. "Mon dieu," she whimpered when he lowered his head to catch a nipple between his teeth, biting gently and making her hips buck wildly below him.

Never in a million years would he have pegged Taylor Townsend to be this much of a freak. Ok, maybe that was exaggerating it a bit, because she had been doing a faculty member, but he hadn't expected her to be this wild. He just figured that she and the dean had awkward, uptight rich-people sex. But there was definitely nothing uptight about the way she moved, undulating her hips in a way that reminded him of a belly dancer, and he let out a low growl as he thought of her dancing for him, biting down a little harder than he meant to. She let out a strangled moan, body arching into him, and he felt her come, tightening and clenching unimaginably around him.

Which, of course, set off his own orgasm, hot fire sweeping through his body, making him tense up. "Fuck," he grunted lowly, thrusting one last time before spilling himself inside her. By the time he was done, his arms and legs were trembling, and really, he couldn't remember the last time a fuck made him want to collapse this badly. But he forced his body to move, pulling out of her and sitting back on the seat.

She didn't move at all, and he watched her pant heavily, legs still wide open, thighs slick with her own come, mouth parted, eyes staring at the ceiling of the limo. He couldn't help but grin as he peeled the condom off, tossing it into the bag of trash, because she was obviously blown away. Not that he was bragging, but he knew he was good at sex. Maybe not quite the sex god Seth made him out to be – which was really weird, actually, but he chose not to think about that.

"Jesus," he heard her breathe out, and she started to sit up. He held out his hand, and she gripped his wrist, pulling herself upright. He really shouldn't have been surprised when she grinned at him. "That was tres magnifique." She crawled over to him, grabbing him roughly by the back of the head and kissing him hard. "Merci beaucoup."

"You're welcome," he laughed, relaxing back into the seat as she gathered her dress off the floor, sliding it back on with some difficulty, and he zipped her up again. He noticed that she didn't put her panties back on, and he quirked an eyebrow. She shrugged, putting them in her purse.

"Unless," she paused in the action, throwing him a teasing look, "you wanted to keep them as a trophy or something." She grinned when he laughed, closing her purse and working to smooth her hair down. There was no way she was getting it back to how it was, so she settled for just making it lay flat against her head. "As long as I don't look like I just got royally fucked," she explained, combing her fingers through her hair.

When she was sufficiently decent, she smiled at him. "Thanks again," she said softly, and he decided he liked Taylor Townsend. As a person, not just as someone he wanted to screw. "I'll see you in school. Good luck with finals. Oh, and I'll send Manuel to drive you home in five minutes."

Before he could say a word she was out the door, shutting it behind her. He sighed, rubbing his eyes wearily before he started to gather his clothes. Sure enough, exactly five minutes later the front door opened, and he saw the driver get in. The man shot him a look through the rearview mirror, quirking an eyebrow, and Ryan gave him a grin. Manuel shook his head, started the limo and took him home.

All in all, prom hadn't been so bad.

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