[July 2011]

It had been a month since Tyler and Kate had met for the first time ever. Tyler was thankful that he had gone over next door and introduced himself. Kate had quickly become one of his best friends. Despite turning down Tyler when he tried to sleep with her the night they met, they had quite a close relationship. Yet, there were obvious other feelings that were lingering. The sexual tension between them was noticeable to everybody around them, and it seemed like the two of them were in denial about it. Tyler was everything that Kate was trying to avoid at that moment in her life. He had "bad boy" written all over him. After her relationship in high school with Hollywood's bad boy, Alex Pettyfer, she was going to steer clear of heart throbs covered in tattoos. Plus she had been casually hooking up with Ashton Kutcher for weeks now. Ashton was giving her exactly what Tyler would, so why jump ship? Tyler had been continuing to hook up with random skanks that he'd met at the bar anyways. Kate had witnessed his antics at the bar on several occasions since Tyler had joined her party crowd.
Kate applied the last of her YSL mascara to her long eyelashes. She stood back in front of the large mirror in her marble bathroom. She ran her hands through her glossy brown hair and opened the door. She walked out of her bedroom and across the hallway, to her walk in closet. The room was originally a small guest bedroom when she bought the apartment, but she needed a closet much more than she needed a second guest room. She scanned the rows of high heels; quickly searching for the right designer shoes to complete the look. She snatched the hot pink Manolo Blahnik's and ran over to her jewelry. She grabbed three Hermès clic-clac black and gold bracelets, her hot pink Hermès clutch, and ran down the stairs.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Kate called out while running down the hard wood steps in heels.

Tyler turned around, looking up from his phone. He watched her in what felt like slow motion. She gracefully yet frantically came down the stairs, in a tight little black dress that hugged her tiny body's curves in the best way. Tyler was looking really hot himself. He had forgotten to shave that day, so he had a sexy, scruffy look to him.

"Alwaaayyyyssss late because of you" Tyler teased, even though he didn't care.

Kate rolled her eyes and playfully pushed his arm, barely even moving it. Tyler looked down at her, laughing at her lack of strength. Kate headed towards the door, while typing away on her phone. Tyler briefly watched Kate's perky bubble butt and toned legs as he followed her out the door of her apartment. Kate's best friend, Stassi Schroeder and a few of Tyler's friends were already outside waiting for them. They all made their way to the lobby, and waited for their car to arrive since there were several paparazzi on the other side of the lobby's glass doors. The doorman signaled that the car had arrived and the group of friends quickly ran to the Escalade as blinding camera bulbs flashed in their faces. They all piled in to the back of the car, and the driver immediately sped away. Kate and Tyler were squished in the last row together, and Tyler's legs were taking up most of the room in the tiny space back there.

"You're taking up so much space!" Kate said as she put her legs on his lap. "Sorr-ry, not all of us are midgets" Tyler teased back.

He streched his legs out and rested his hand on top of her legs. Kate pouted, pretending to be offended by his name calling. Their sexual tension was increasing by the moment. It had been building up over time, and it was becoming harder to ignore. They were good friends that enjoyed flirting with each other frequently, and there was no harm in that. But they were approaching dangerous territory. Kate always said that if she got wasted enough, she may forget about her no-bad-boy policy and sleep with him. She looked at Tyler, wondering if tonight would be the night. He caught her looking at him.

"You look good" Tyler slowly mouthed to Kate.

Kate shook her head, refusing to accept the compliment.
They arrived at the club and were brought immediately to their VIP table. Tyler made sure to sit next to Kate. Right as they sat down, a skinny blonde brought over a massive Grey Goose bottle with a lit sparkler on top. Kate and Stassi stood up and grabbed it from the bartender. They both raised it in the air and yelled at the top of their lungs as a few people took pictures of them.

"LET'S GET SHITTY!!!" Stassi yelled out.

The rest of the table jumped up and raised their glasses. Stassi sat down on the other side of Kate and handed her a shot glass.

"Bfaces forever" Stassi said to her best friend. "Bfaces forever!" Kate repeated back even louder.

The two girls had been best friends since the first day of elementary school. They were partners in crime, and completely inseperable. They, along with two other friends; British actress, Kaya Scodelario, and socialite, Lily Collins, made up the "popular crowd" at their expensive New England boarding school. The group was dubbed "The Bitchfaces" by rejected outsiders. The girls thought their nickname was hilarious, and had adopted it, jokingly.
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They had been at the club for a few hours now and everybody was beyond drunk. The bottle service was endless, and nobody thought to stop. The group was so focused on drinking that they had stayed put in their VIP section the whole time and had not ventured out to the big dance floor. Kate drunkenly moved her head to the beat of the music and decided that she was drunk enough to dance. She grabbed as much of Tyler's bicep as possible and pulled him close to her.

"I'm bored- let's go dance" she whispered in his ear.

Tyler stood, and pulled her up. He knew she was too drunk to get up without help. He held on to her hand tightly as he led her through an endless maze of people. He finally stopped at a somewhat open spot on the floor, and the song changed. Kate immediately recognized the track, and threw her arms up. She was always so enthusiastic about everything, especially when she wasn't sober.

"I LOVVVEEEE Drake!" She turned, yelling at Tyler.

To her amusement, he was already rapping along to the first verse of the song. Kate began dancing and rapping in front of him. She followed along, as Tyler watched her move and not mess up a single word. He was a huge Drake fan and was impressed that she knew his music so well. Tyler smoothly danced closer to her, until there was no space between them. Kate's breathing sped up as Tyler slid his arms around her and put his hand on her butt. She reached up, putting her hands on the back of his neck. She pulled him up against her hard and moved her hips to this beat. Tyler looked down with a devilish grin as he watched her grind on him. Her heart was beating as fast as the strobe lights were flashing. She couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or Tyler getting to her. "Bass Down Low" by Dev came on and Kate let go of Tyler's neck. She pushed him back and backed up a little. She began to dance, jokingly shaking her butt in front of him. She felt Tyler's hands around her hips all of a sudden. She laughed- he couldn't keep his hands off her. The weeks worth of sexual tension between them was driving him nuts. Tyler was about to pull her around to kiss her, when his roommate, Freddy grabbed his arm.

"Stassi's booting everywhere you guys" Freddy said through laughter.

He felt a little bad for laughing but was too drunk to care. Tyler let go of Kate, and they all made their way out of the middle of the dance floor. Kate grabbed her clutch off the table and ran out of the club.

"Stass?!?" She yelled as she reached the sidewalk.

Stassi was bent over with one of Tyler's friends holding her hair, purse, and heels. Kate turned around and looked panicked.

"We have to get her out of here before somebody sends this to TMZ" Kate told the guys.

Pictures of Kate and Stassi had been in the press countless times, and Kate was trying to clean up her party girl image for a little. Kate hailed a cab and the four of them jumped in. They all were going to the same place since Freddy and Tyler lived next door to Kate, and Stassi was too sick to go to her own apartment. The driver pulled up to a thankfully empty curbside, and Freddy pulled Stassi out of the cab. Freddy and Tyler each had one of Stassi's arms around them, helping her steady herself as they made their way to their floor. Freddy stopped at his front door, saying that he was too drunk and was going to bed. Tyler helped Kate put Stassi in the guest room off of the living room, and then plopped down on the couch. He thought that he could finally convince Kate to sleep with him tonight, since she had been flirting and dancing with him the whole night. Tyler waited for Kate to come out of the guest room and join him on the couch. Suddenly, their was a bunch of loud knocks on the door. Tyler got up quickly, thinking that it was Freddy.
He opened the door and saw a much taller guy than Freddy standing in the doorway. For a second, Tyler thought he was drunk and seeing things when he thought he saw Ashton Kutcher standing in front of him. Then he remembered that as of a few months ago, he was famous and had suddenly become surrounded by celebrities on a daily basis. Ashton looked like he was even more drunk than they were.

"You're not Kate...." Ashton slurred, confused.

"Ashton?" Kate called out, appearing from the guest room.

Ashton walked through the doorway, inviting himself in.

"I've been calling you" he yelled back.

Tyler followed Ashton into the apartment, trying to figure out how Kate knew the clearly older actor. Ashton walked up to Kate, throwing his arm around her, and began to aggressively grab her boobs. Tyler was a little relieved when he saw Kate roll her eyes at Ashton. She pushed Ashton off of her and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, so uh... Help a bro out and give us some time alone?" Ashton said, while walking towards Tyler.

Tyler was becoming increasingly annoyed. Why the fuck was Ashton Kutcher cock blocking him? Was Kate really going to sleep with this tool? Were they already sleeping together? He was embarrassed that he was giving this so much thought. She was just a friend, so he had no reason to be jealous. He never got jealous or possessive of girls, so why now? Kate walked back to the living room and gave Tyler a look. The same look he had given her a few times as she had walked home from the bars with him and some random girls he and Freddy had picked up. She wanted him to excuse himself so she could go hook up with Ashton. So he did.

"I'm gonna go to sleep. I'll talk to you later, Kate." Tyler said aggressively.

Kate picked up on a hint of anger in his voice, and was confused. Tyler headed for the door, and Kate followed him. She didn't know why he was mad at her, but he was a really good friend of hers so she cared enough to find out.

"I'll be right back" she called out behind her as she followed Tyler into the hallway.

Kate slowly shut the door behind her, and leaned up against it. She was too drunk and just wanted to go to sleep, but had two boys keeping her from doing so. Tyler turned around when he realized that she wanted to talk to him privately.

"What's the matter?" Kate asked him. The alcohol made it come out harsher than intended.

"Nothing" Tyler said, quickly.

Kate gave him a look of disbelief.

"Go have fun with Ashton Kutcher." He said, mockingly. "Excuse me?" Kate snapped back.

The excessive alcohol was making both of them more irrational.

"You heard me." "Don't be like that" Kate said, raising her voice. "I can do whatever I want, just like you can do whoever you want." Tyler said back. "No. No, you can't pull this shit Tyler." Kate commanded. "Pull what shit?" He yelled back, his face getting more red with every word. "You know! ...I mean, I see you bring girls in and out of that apartment every night!"

"So?!" "So I don't flip out on you for doing that in front of me!" Kate shouted.

"You can do better than that though" he responded, sharply.

Kate narrowed her eyes.

"Are you pissed that I wouldn't sleep with you but I'm sleeping with him?!"

"Did you ever think that I wanted more from you than just sex?!" Tyler yelled with his hands in the air.

"All you ever want from girls is sex!" Kate yelled back.

Tyler got quiet, as he paused for a second after Kate snapped back. It was like her words slapped him across the face. She was right. All he ever wanted from girls was sex. But she was also wrong. He wanted more with her. Kate regretted her words- she knew Tyler wasn't a heartless man whore. It was too late apologize though. Tyler stepped back away from her and threw up his hands, as if admitting defeat.

"You're right. You have me all figured out, Kate." Tyler said while looking her dead in the eye.

The next thing Kate knew, she was in the hallway alone. She went back into her apartment and grabbed a half empty Clicquot bottle. She threw her head back and chugged as much of the champagne as she could handle, then stormed up the stairs. She had a hot actor in her bed, and she was not going to let some hockey asshole ruin that. Meanwhile, next door, Tyler downed a beer while waiting for playboy model, Ciara Price, to answer the phone. He finished the last drops of the beer before the last ring.

"Hello?!" Ciara shouted over club music. "Let's fuck." Tyler said, then hung up the phone.