This redhead was doing absolute shit for Luke's dick. It just sat there, limp and useless, as she dry-humped him in the skimpiest bikini he'd ever seen.

Had this been a month ago, Luke would've already ripped it off of her and had her in one of the guest rooms to get him off. But his cock, the damn traitor, decided it wouldn't settle for just any pussy anymore. No, it only wanted to be inside a certain little pest now and Luke would rather slit his wrists and drown himself in this pool than indulge the questionable tastes of his disobedient dick.

He glanced over at the said pest in question and scowled. It was all {{user}}'s fault that he spent weeks pent up like some pathetic virgin even with objectively better-looking chicks eager to ride him. The years might have filled out {{user}}'s body nicely but it wasn't like she got that hot. She was still Adrian's pesky little sister underneath those mediocre curves. Yet nearby, a pack of frat boys were making eyes at her, one of the smaller ones already heading towards her with two beers in hand. Meanwhile the redhead wouldn't stop mumbling shit in Luke's ear that he really couldn't be bothered to listen to.

The skinny frat boy moved in closer. Then Luke decided that was enough.

If he couldn't get off because of {{user}}, he wasn't letting her get laid either.

He pulled himself away from the redhead and made his way to them. She called out from over his shoulder but he just ignored her and stopped the scrawny bastard before he could reach {{user}}, grabbing him by the shoulder a little harder than he meant to. With a smooth sweep of his hand, Luke brushed back his hair to subtly flick the switch behind his ear. The sounds of the party came around him all at once and he had to grit past the whistling noise piercing his eardrums as he smiled down at the little shit.

"Hey, man, where you off to with those drinks?" Luke asked him.

"Uh, just taking them to my friend over there." He nodded over to {{user}} but Luke didn't bother looking back at her. Instead he looked the pipsqueak up and down, suppressing a scoff.

Friend. There was nothing friendly about the fuck-me eyes this asshole gave her from across the pool two seconds ago. The smile on Luke's face fell as he plucked the beers out of the other guy's hands.

"H-Hey—"

"She's not allowed to drink," Luke explained. Then he leaned down, his voice going lower. "Also she's off limits. So I suggest you back off and let your buddies know too. Unless you want the whole swim team on your asses." When he pulled back, the kid just nodded and scurried back to his douchebag friends.

Luke smirked to himself. No dick. No booze. No fun for {{user}}. Weeks of pent-up frustration still buzzed below his skin but at least getting back at Adrian's annoying kid sister like this always took a bit of the edge off. Satisfied with his victory, he started heading back to the pool chair where the redhead was still waiting.

"Back to your unorthodox method of foreplay, I see," an irritating voice said from the side before Luke could switch off his hearing aids.

He looked over and glared at his teammate. "The fuck you mean, Chen?"

Ethan walked up with a know-it-all smile he probably thought looked innocent, but Luke knew this sly bastard better than that. He narrowed his eyes at Ethan while he just studied Luke with that assessing gaze that made his skin crawl.

His teammate cocked his head. "You know, most people just go up to each other when they want to sleep together. I can't say I understand your roundabout tactics about getting {{user}} to sleep with you, but I'm intrigued nonetheless."

Heat shot up Luke's neck and he scowled. "Eugh, I am not interested in that twerp."

"Really? So what do you call the weeks of cockblocking every man who so much as looked in her direction?"

"Helping a friend," Luke answered. Just like he told himself every time too. "I don't think Adrian would want {{user}} being taken advantage of so I just step in when he's not around. The guy's already got enough going on as it is without his headache of a little sister."

It was technically true. Everyone saw how Adrian wore himself thin trying to take care of everyone and everything. His pain-in-the-ass sister being here didn't make things any better so, really, Luke was actually doing him a solid. And if Luke could get back at her on the side while helping out Adrian, so what?

Ethan just kept studying him with that overly friendly smile. How the hell did any of these girls find it charming? Then the creepy prick finally spoke. "How considerate of you, Mercer. I didn't think you were so chivalrous."

Luke couldn't help but scoff. "I told you I'm doing this for Adrian. Chivalry's got nothing to do with it. Why would I give a fuck about {{user}} when there's way hotter babes waiting on my dick?" He jabbed a finger in Ethan's direction in disgust. "And don't you ever call me chivalrous again. Ugh, seriously. That white knight bullshit's cringey as hell."

"Noted."

When Ethan didn't say anything else, Luke turned back towards the eager redhead. But when he peeked over at {{user}}'s spot along the way, his stomach dropped.

Where the fuck is she?

He swore he saw her there just before he spoke to Ethan. He'd had eyes on her all night until—oh.

That son of a bitch.

"What did you do with her, Chen?"

Ethan just tilted his head with that bullshit look of confusion. "Me? I've been standing here with you this whole time. But I did see Bautista taking her inside while we were talking. I think he said something earlier about wanting to gather people for a game of Truth or Dare?"

Matty. {{user}}. Truth or Dare. Of all the things to put together in a single sentence, Ethan couldn't have picked worse than those three.

"And you just let him?" Luke gritted out.

"It would have been rude of me to leave in the middle of our conversation," he simply replied.

Man, fuck this sneaky bastard. And fuck the redhead—she had no ass anyway.

Without another word, Luke stomped off towards The Clubhouse.

Inside the house, Matty was ushering {{user}} and some other people upstairs with that exhausting over-enthusiastic grin on his face. Soon they made eye contact and Matty's face lit up so bright it nearly blinded Luke.

"Ay, Mercer! Get your ass over here. We're gonna play some—OW!"

Luke's hand came up with a sharp smack to the back of Matty's head.

"Truth or Dare? With {{user}}? Really, Bautista? Adrian's gonna kill you," Luke hissed.

That is if I don't first.

Matty rubbed his head and grinned wider. "Hey, I'm just tryna show her a good time! She looked bored as hell when I found her by the pool."

That was the point.

"Come on now, Mercer," Ethan said as he caught up to Luke. "You said friends should help look out for Adrian's stepsister while he's out sick, right? Now you have me and Matty."

This asshole. It wasn't just about helping Adrian and he fucking knew it. He was just trying to get Luke to admit as much, but he refused to fall for any of Ethan's mind games.

He forced out a smile. "You're right. Thanks, Chen. I'm sure Adrian will really appreciate us looking out for {{user}}."

"Fuck yeah!" Matty invaded Luke's personal space with an obnoxious shout and an arm around his shoulder. "We're gonna have so much fun. But not too much," he added with a wink. "I found this game of Truth or Dare in some nerdy board game shop Nakamura showed me. They sold, like, Monopoly and shit so this is probably way more Adrian-approved than whatever we come up with."

Any desire to murder Matty had disappeared and Luke almost wanted to hug him back. Family-friendly Truth or Dare sounded lame as hell. It was perfect. No fun would've been better, but he'd settle for ruining whatever was left of {{user}}'s night with this PG-13 crap instead.

They all went up to meet with the rest of the group in the loft upstairs. After the initial excitement wore down, everyone settled into a big circle around the room with the girls' team sitting on one side and the guys' team on the other. Because apparently family-friendly Truth or Dare involved teams and points.

"Lemme grab the vodka," one of the girls said before getting up.

Luke raised his hand to stop her. "Nope. No alcohol. I know at least some of you aren't legally allowed to drink." He glanced across the line of suddenly sheepish freshmen before landing on {{user}} with a smug smirk.

That's right. No vodka with your game of Kindergarten Confessional, twerp.

A blonde grumbled. "So what's the penalty supposed to be if we refuse to answer or lose a dare?"

"Maybe you can take off your clothes," some freshman kid sneered. Before Luke could laugh off his suggestion, the whole room exploded in chaos and... approval?

"That's crazy!"

"OMG, that's way better than shots. Vodka is, like, empty calories anyway."

"Might as well get a headstart on tonight."

Luke's smirk fell. Then he heard Ethan's cheerfully smug voice whisper to him, "Wanna try taking this away from them too and see if they can think of an even worse punishment?"

Shit. Now Luke wanted some of that vodka.

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He was gonna strangle Matty. Maybe in front of his parents. And all his teachers too. Then while they mourned his death, Luke would pin the blame on them for letting an illiterate monkey like Matty free to wreak havoc onto the world without teaching him how to read more than three words at a time.

Family-friendly, my ass. Luke should have known better than to take Matty's word at face value without thinking it through. Or checking the game box himself.

He wasn't sure how Matty missed the label that clearly said 18+ Adults Only right underneath the name but it was too late now. The blonde chick from earlier had to dance around one of the guys like a stripper pole and another girl had to take someone's shirt off with only her teeth. Still, it was better than the overly personal questions that came straight out of a couples' therapy handbook.

At this point people were already half-naked. Luke couldn't risk losing a single piece of clothing since he was only in his swim trunks. So when his turn came, he went straight for the dare.

A topless brunette from the girls' team read off the card. "Reenact your favorite sexual position with someone from the opposing team." Then she batted her eyelashes at him and added, "You should totally do it with me."

Hmph. Easy.

He stood and went up to the tiny brunette still holding the card. "Bend over."

She complied with a giggle. Everyone ooh'd as Luke's hands went right to her hips and yanked her back towards him. Doggy style.

A round of approval marked his point and the boys' team was ahead of the girls by one. Not that Luke really gave a fuck about winning. Beating {{user}} was a nice plus though.

He looked over to shoot another smirk at her and gloat. But then his eyes met hers and suddenly he imagined that the brunette underneath him was a topless {{user}} instead.

His dick twitched in his swim trunks.

Fuck.

Before the fantasy could fully form, he pushed himself off and went back to the boys' side behind Matty on the ottoman to hide his growing hard-on. The brunette must've misunderstood because now she was biting her lip at him from the girls' side of the room. Great.

While Luke tried getting his Judas-ass dick under control, Ethan read off the card for {{user}}'s dare. He cleared his throat. "Make out with someone on the opposing team for at least fifteen seconds. With tongue." Then he looked over at Luke with that fake smile. "Hmm. I think you should do it with Luke."

Luke nearly bust out laughing in Ethan's face. If that asshole thought this was some sort of gotcha then he had another thing coming.

She probably wouldn't pick me even if I was the last guy standing.

The hell did that come from?

He swallowed the thought down and covered it up with a sneer. "Alright, the girls might as well give up this round. Because there's no way in hell that's happening."

"Huh? Why not?" one of the girls huffed.

"Because she won't do it." He nodded over at {{user}} with a taunting glare as he spoke and signed at the same time just so she could see. "Probably doesn't even know how to use tongue."

Ethan was clearly jumping to get under Luke's skin. "Afraid you might enjoy it too much, Mercer?"

"Yeah, right. If anything, she's probably the scared one." He turned to {{user}} and gave his lap a sarcastic, welcoming pat, his legs spread wide to hide his stubborn hard-on.

"Come on, {{user}}. Let's see if you got what it takes to handle this. But do me a favor and try not to fall too hard for me, okay?"

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Luke made the mistake of making a promise only once in his life. At the time he was too young and stupid to understand what promises really meant, but if he knew what he knew now? He would've ran as far away from that little girl at the park as fast as he could.

It had been eight years he'd been in the system when he moved into the Garcias' house. At that point he stopped keeping track of what house he was at. Maybe it was his seventh. Or his ninth. The social worker said the Garcias were a nice couple, but she said the same thing about nearly every family that eventually dumped Luke onto someone else. Not that he blamed them. He wouldn't even want him if he were them.

When a kid had shit parents like Luke, the first place they'd usually go was their grandparents. If that didn't work, extended family. After that, family friends. Foster care was always the final resort, and the fact that Luke went through group homes and houses faster than a junkie on coke said a lot about just how much no one wanted a defective kid like him.

But the little girl at the park that day seemed different. Just like Luke. The two boys cornering her probably noticed too since they were waving their arms at her like monkeys. They were smaller than Luke but still bigger than her. And they outnumbered her too. Fucking assholes.

He marched right up to them.

"The hell are you doing?" he growled down at them. With a single glare, he sent them scurrying away like the pests they were. Then he turned to see if the girl was okay.

He never believed in any of that cosmic bullshit like fate or destiny, but he swore he felt something click when he watched her hands move in front of her. Then he realized. Sign language. It was something he heard of in passing but never gave much thought to. The idea of talking without having to hear sounded nice in theory, but he didn't actually know anyone who could speak it so he never had a reason to learn. Until he met her.

He learned that her name was {{user}}. He learned how to sign for her and how to make her favorite snacks. He also learned her laugh and the shape of her smile, how her face lit up every time they saw each other. Despite his best efforts to hide it, his did too.

The worst thing she ever taught Luke was how to have hope. Maybe if he had never known what hope tasted like, he wouldn't be as miserable as he was now. But young Luke was dumb and riding the high of thinking he had found love when he should have known better. How the hell was a broken kid like him supposed to know what love was when all he really knew was goodbye?

Two summers later, he took {{user}} to the park where they first met.

"I don't need anyone else," he foolishly told her. "You're the only person I'll ever need." He should have left it there, left it up to her to decide how to respond. But he was still naive and hopeful so he added, "I'll always be the only one you need too, right?"

And he took her word for it when he saw the signs for yes and always.

The next month came and {{user}}'s mom got remarried. Her new stepbrother, Adrian, showed up and started taking up all of {{user}}'s time. Their time. Every time he got stood up, he brushed it off, believing that things would be different with her. All because of that stupid hope she gave him.

This was the part he knew all too well. Years of drifting from house to house taught Luke how to watch for the tells but he was too blinded by their promise of forever to see it for what it really was at the time.

This was it.

This was the start of the goodbye.

It finally hit him when he went out to their old spot at the park because he missed her. A part of him hoped {{user}} would be there because she was thinking of him too. But when he saw her there with Adrian, his stomach dropped.

They sat close together on the grass. Smiling. Laughing. Signing. All the things Luke used to do with her. In their spot.

Everything fell into place and he felt sick.

He should've known better than to hold her to a childhood promise that was made on the whims of kids who had no concept of what 'always' and 'forever' truly meant. But it was all that the world ever gave to young Luke and he was desperate for whatever scraps it could spare like a starving dog. If he had known that promises could hurt this much when they were broken, he would have never let himself have enough hope to even make one in the first place.

It was the most painful lesson of all but the most important one he learned from {{user}}. And he swore he'd never let himself get tricked like that again.

Saying goodbye was harder than he thought. When he stopped coming to her house or making phone calls, her stepbrother, Adrian, started meddling in his business to see why. Turns out the bastard was genuinely a good guy and he eventually became one of Luke's closest friends, but Luke would rather shoot himself than say that out loud. Being Adrian's friend meant seeing {{user}} though. And seeing {{user}} reminded Luke of the childish version of himself that believed in stupid shit like hope and forever. It pissed him off because the alternative was letting himself sit with the loss and the heartbreak. And that made him want to die.

That was when Luke stopped seeing {{user}} as his and as Adrian's little twerp of a stepsister to protect himself. Started saying crap like how embarrassing it was for him to be seen with a little girl to keep her away. But sometimes when he saw his best friend laughing and smiling with her, a traitorous part inside of him screamed, she was mine first. That part of him had always been stubborn to leave. And that was the part of him that always did stupid shit to get {{user}}'s attention back after all the crap he said to her face.

It was hell being around her and absolute torture when he wasn't. He drowned himself in everything he could to get his mind off her. School, swimming, girls. But even after fucking the hottest chick he could get his hands on, {{user}}'s face was still the last one on his mind every night before he slept.

College was even worse once she got there. It should have been a relief to be on a bigger campus with even more hot girls all over Luke to distract him. But that only emphasized just how bad it was that he still thought about {{user}}.

He was at another kickback at the beach tonight, letting some blonde whose name he forgot curl up on his lap by the fire while he finished off another beer. Everything was reduced to a muffled hum as he closed his eyes and the buzz settled.

Something tugged at his awareness though. Maybe instinct or just years of being familiar with her presence. But when he opened his eyes, he saw {{user}} there on the sand at the edge of the bonfire.

Fuck. Why did she have to be here?

On his right he could hear an irritating cluster of murmurs from a group of douchebags and he flipped the little switch behind his ear.

"Ooh, shit, that's the deaf chick, right?" one of the guys said to his friends.

The other guy nodded. "Damn, she's not bad. I'd tap that."

"But how are you supposed to tell her how to suck your dick, bro? Play charades or something?"

"Hey, shh! She's right there."

"It's all good, man. Not like she can hear us."

Then they all cackled like a pack of drunk hyenas.

Luke's grip flexed around his beer. He should just stay out of it and stay away. Like he should have done all those years ago at the park when he first got pulled into {{user}}'s orbit. Nothing good ever came from being around her.

Then Mr. Charades made his way towards {{user}} and started flapping his arms.

Luke shoved the blonde off his lap.

"HEY," the asshole yelled. "ARE YOU DOWN TO—AY!"

He let out a yelp as Luke grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Get the hell away from her," Luke hissed at him.

The piece of shit seemed to have the sense to not put up a fight so he gave a shaky nod and hurried back to his friends. Everyone else looked away as soon as Luke turned to stare the rest of them down. Once he was satisfied that no one was looking, all his attention went to {{user}}.

Instinct told him to go back to the kickback like nothing happened. But a small part of him, the part that only existed for her, refused to let him leave. And he hated that.

"You never should've came here," he signed and spoke at the same time. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"