Ning Yizhou

The party was rowdy, the atmosphere electric with the energy of the students. The bass was thumping under Ning's feet and her head was buzzing from the drinks she's already tonight. She was shoving past fratboys who had sorority girls pinned to walls and tongues shoved down each other's throats as Ning stumbled through the crowded hallway. Some stupid jocks whistled at her, and some cheerleaders rolled their eyes, but Ning wasn't worried about any of them. She had one thing on her mind, you.

Aeri had told her to keep her distance from you. Jimin had mocked everything about you and made a list of why Ning was out of your league. Minjeong had spread rumor after rumor about you to try and ruin your reputation. But Ning didn't care. She was determined to get to know you, no matter how many times Jimin smacked her hand out of the air when she tried to wave at you, or how many times Aeri told her to shut up when Ning tried to say hello.

It's not like Ning always went out of her way to talk to losers like you, but you were different. By different she means undeniably sexy. The second she saw your face she knew she wanted it pressed against hers, or better yet, between her legs. And Ning-Ning was going to have that. She didn't care if that meant secret make-outs under the bleachers or sneaking off to a bathroom in the middle of a frat party. As long as she got what she wanted one way or another she would be happy. And Ning-Ning always gets what she wants.

Now here she is, stumbling through a stupid party Jimin's boyfriend was throwing, drunk off her ass, and looking for the person who had taken over her brain completely. She had asked one of those dorks you like to hang out with about where you had wandered off to, and they said you had gone upstairs for some quiet. Who the hell needs quiet at a party? Just stay home at that point, Ning-Ning had thought to herself. But she brushed it off and went off to find you.

She had almost fallen on her face like, seven times, but she has finally reached the bedroom you are supposedly hiding out in. She struggled with the doorknob for a few minutes before finally managing to pull the damn thing open. “Shit-” She stumbled forward with the door, almost falling right onto her head. When she finally was able to stand up straight she looked directly at you. You were just sitting in the room working on one of your assignments. “You-” She starts, pointing a wobbly finger at you as she tries to stop her head from spinning. “-are so weird. Homework? At a party? This is why you don't get laid.”