"You want to do what?" I shouted to Ashley as she tried to attempt a pouty face. We had got out of school almost a hour ago and she was already attempting to do something.

The rest of my day went without any problems from Tyler at school and things really look on the bright side. Everyone is usually nice to me, even though Ash and Em are telling me to wait till Kyla gets back from her Philippines trip. I also haven't seen Damien and his group, They didn't show up to any of the classes we shared after the incident. It was weird, it was like when they left the entire school had nothing better to do but talk about them.

"It's a party T, it'll be fun!" Emily exaggerated, laying beside me on my bed. "Plus today is Thursday so it's not like we are gonna do anything at schoo-"

"It's tonight?" I yelled out, my hands falling aimlessly across my bed with a loud whine.

I have never been to a party in my life, maybe in fifth grade when things were fruit punch and Spider-Man themed.

Oh the good ol'days.

We were all quiet for a moment before I nodded, finally agreeing to my own death. Of course they cheered, jumping on the bed with a scream of joy.

"I'll pick out your outfit!" Ashley yelled, making me nod again. I was stressing over this, I could feel it already. Back in my old school I never went to parties, I would've gotten laughed at for trying to go.

There was hours before the party because it was only four and Ashley was already trying to pick my outfit out.

"Mom!" I called out, dragging out the word until I herd her footsteps pound the wood floor. Today was her day off but she seemed occupied still. Not in a bad way, she smiled at her phone on the couch when I let Emily bring a chair from her house to my room.

Oh yeah, she was serious about moving in.

She use to do that when my dad texted her and I always thought she looked happier that way, smiling.

My door swung open with a small bang and she looked around nervously before letting out a relieved breath. Emily and Ashley raised their eyebrows while I sat trying my best not to laugh. Let me explain, my mother has always been the biggest worry wart. It's been like this since I was little because I am occasionally the clumsiest person ever and when I am, it was the always extreme.

"I thought you got your hand stuck in the fan again." She laughed out, making me shake my head in amazement. I didn't think she remembered that.

"You got your hand stuck In a-" Ashley laughed out while

I cowered into my sheets.

"It was a accident and I don't want to get into -"

"It was so funny. She was trying to be a cowgirl and threw a rope into-"

"Mom stop!" I cried out, hearing Emily and Ashley burst into fits of laughter. My mom gave me a apologetic smile, trying her best not to laugh.

"I'm going to a party." I said quietly, watching her eyes do the complete opposite of what I thought. She lit up, her feet bouncing as she clapped, "oh thank god Thea." Her body jumped on the bed beside me.

"Are you not my mom?" I breathed out, watching her give me a 'are you stupid' look. Emily and Ashley seemed pleased, doing a small happy dance beside my closet.

"You do realize that this was a new start for us. I honestly thought you were going to be harder to raise, now you're just so rule followy-"

"Rule followy? That's not a wor-"

"Let me finish. I just want you to experience life without getting a backpack thrown at you. It's a party. It's not like you're signing up for drugs and pregnancy. I trust you to do the right thing." She finished, giving me a big smile that I returned. When she got up and left I looked at my friends with the most shocked expression which they returned.

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"What do you want to wear?"

Ashley called, digging through my closet while Emily applied makeup on me.

It was around seven and they were already dressed, looking as beautiful as ever. Ashley has been in my closet for almost two hours now and most of the time she was just stealing my clothes.

I'm going to be honest, I definitely felt like the ugly duckling of the friends. They were model material. I gave her a small shrug causing Ashley to sigh and bite her bottom lip.

"Oh I got it!" She yelled about ten minutes later, her body jumping into the view of the mirror.

I had to admit, it was my style. Even if we were only friends for a couple of days, she completely got me.

It was really simple too, I was just worried about the bralette showing.

It was black high wasted pants, a deep plunged white v-neck top that was tied in a knot so it looked like a crop top. It also has a black lace bralette that did in fact showed in the shirt.

"It looks so good on you T!" Ashley cheered as I put it on, making sure my hair was still wavy. Her eyes lighting up as she ran to my jewelry box.

Ashley started to dig through it, pulling out a couple of gold necklaces. She started explaining the significance about layering necklaces while she put them on. Clapping her hands happily she smiled, "I think we are ready to go." Her and Emily's excitement made me smile and pretty eager as well.

Tonight I was going to let myself go.

The drive to the party was nerve racking, we all sat silently until we arrived to the house. It was honestly beautiful, there were lights strung up across the front yard. There were drunk people and solo cups all on the lawn, Flashing lights filled the windows as people danced inside.

It was insane, but beautifully insane.

Inside it was crowded, bodies were pressed to walls and every which direction.

I now realize that maybe I would've liked parties. I was completely fine not ever going to a party after the one in fifth grade but now it feels almost exciting to be at one.

Emily was pulling me threw the crowd of staring eyes, she said she wanted a drink since Ashley was driving.

I hope she didn't expect me to drink a lot because I've never drank alcohol in my life.

Her eyes kept scanning the crowed as we walked by, searching for a familiar face. "I wonder if Xavier is here." Emily yelled over the music to me. I gave her a shrug. I definitely wasn't going to search for him with her. That was trouble I didn't want to be in.

I stayed by the kitchen counter while Emily got herself a drink or five, passing me one while she was at it. By eight-thirty she was drunk. I was amazed at her grinding and dancing with random guys, she even pulled Xavier to her which surprised me. I took small sips of whatever she gave me. It tasted like what rubbing alcohol smelt like and I cringed with every sip I took.

I also saw Ashley literally getting dry humped while downing a few drinks herself.

There goes my ride.

"There you are." A voiced mumbled behind me while I leaned against the kitchen counter. I jumped at the voice but immediately tensed up at the fact Damien was so close to me.

"Awe, was someone looking for me?" Sarcasm laced my voice as I took another sip of the drink. I would have flirted but I've never talked to a guy or flirted with one till I moved here. I have never even had a boyfriend, maybe in pre-k. I felt a bit dizzy but I didn't care at this point, I felt confident.

He chuckled deeply in my ear, causing me to tense up even more. I was a straight as a board and he noticed. When I turned around to face the demon, a small grin was laying on his light pink lips.

"Well were you waiting for someone?" He said, raising one of his beautifully shaped eyebrow. I laughed and shook my head no.

Maybe my mom to pick me up.

He nodded his head "keep your cup on you okay?" He was more serious now, causing me to look at him oddly before nodding my head.

I could feel the sweat on my back and I honestly didn't know if it was from nerves or how many people were in this house. Damien didn't say anything else, he just watched me with a small grin plastered on his beautifully stupid face.

I really need to stop listening to Emily and her fantasies about him. They are really getting to me.

Before I knew it his dark figure moving swiftly through the crowed room leaving me to my own drunken thoughts.

I was sweating, I felt it. Immediately I made my way to the first floor bathroom. No no no, I refused to sweat on a night like this. I was actually enjoying myself.

I took my cup with me, doing as I was told. My mom was really right about me, I wanted to change, for the better of course. I wanted to go on adventures and have fun rather then follow the rules all the time.

The bathroom was beautiful and I almost fell into the wall but quickly sobered up. My eyes scanned the medium sized bathroom, It was all white and gold.

oh god what if it's like that dress.

I clutched my head in worry, closing my eyes before opening them again to look around.

When nothing changed I shrugged it off, looking at myself in the mirror. I wasn't that sweaty which was nice and I mentally thanked every god possible on not letting me look sweaty.

I made sure my makeup wasn't smeared, my hair wasn't flat, and my nipple wasn't hanging out of my bralette.

It's a fear of mine.

For a moment I saw the curtain move, causing a wave of fear to travel over my body. I was not going to be one of those dumb people in movies that went after the scary thing.

I slowly grabbed my cup before quickly trying to open the door. I barely got the door open before it was slammed shut by a hand behind me. I couldn't help but let out a small yelp as I turned to see Tyler. I mean this in the nicest way possible but he looked messed up. I mean he looked like the embodiment of drunk. My eyes widened at his state and I moved as close as I could to the door.

He sloppily got closer to me, his breath warming my cheek. I tried to move away from him but he blocked my body with his arms. "Someone's eager to leave." He slurred out, making me nod my head. "How about we talk when you're sober Tyler." I said quietly, his eyes scanning my body.

His arm snaked around my waist and I tried to push him off me. Tyler tightened his grip to the point I thought he was going to break something. My breath hitched and I put on the most seductive smile I could, laying my arms around his neck to pull him closer. "Aren't you handsome." I whispered in his ear as he loosened his grip. When he let go of my waist I shoved him as hard as I could, watching him fall into the counter. I threw the door open with a bang almost fully getting out of the room before a hand grabbed my arm.

Without hesitating I threw my drink at Tyler, watching him hold his eyes In pain as he fell to the floor. My body painfully making its way out of the hallway, with tears brimming my eyes. I hated people with a passion, I hated high school, I hated jocks, I hated parties, I hated boys, I hated teens, I hated all of it. I moved as far away from the bathroom and back into the kitchen, trying to take as many deep breathes as I could.

"Where have you been?" Damien looked rather pissed at me but I didn't even care at this point. I just wanted to go home or at least go somewhere without people. His frown deepened when I got closer "What happened?" He asked, leaning down slightly so he didn't have to yell.

"Tyler, he-" but another voice cut me off, "you bitch!" Tyler yelled across the room. Everyone looked at him in shock as I let out a shaky breath. Damien let out a annoyed grunt as I cowered deeper into the kitchen.

Tyler made his way toward us, completely walking past Damien and straight toward me. I closed my eyes tightly as his hand raised up but never made contact with my face, only because Damien had grabbed Tyler by the neck, dragging him toward the front door.

I realized that I was completely content not going to any parties in my life. I was fine being the loser at my old school. Getting stuck in a locker for a week was better then this.

But my night didn't get any better from here. Everyone was making there way outside, me getting stuck in the sea of people traveling out to the front. I wasn't mad at that point, I wanted to leave. This was a bad idea to begin with.

The scene outside, made me want to puke.

By the time I was up at the front of the scene taking place Damien had Tyler, he was all bloody and clutching his side.

I saw Emily and Ashley on the other side of the front, both of them to scared to move to me.

Damien grabbed Tyler by his hair again and I let out a loud gasp, Causing Damien to freeze just for a moment. "Please stop." I breathed out, his eyes were hard until he saw my fragile state.

He gave me a soft look before letting out a heavy sigh, letting go of Tyler. I guess I had broken two historical moment in one day because Damien supposedly never stopped a fight for anyone.

"If you ever step near her, look at her, even breathe her way. We will be right back here." He spat out, his body leaning over Tyler. Damien was intimidating- actually intimidating is a understatement. He was terrifying if you crossed him.

Tyler gave him a quick nod before laying down on the ground in pain. I felt like the worst person in the world. I mean, Tyler probably felt worse but I was getting to be around there.

My mind was wondering until a hand was placed on my arm, pulling me away from the scene. Not only was I completely shocked but I couldn't even register what was happening.

I hadn't even noticed I was crying, my mascara was probably smeared down my cheeks. I looked up at Damien but followed him to his car. I didn't mind, I wanted to leave. Everyone was still staring in amazement outside, they all watched Damien open the door for his car to let me in before he ran over to his side and got in.

He was still mad, he didn't talk for a long duration of the ride. His knuckles were bloody and white as they gripped the wheel. I stayed quiet while tears still rolled down my face.

This was just one big dramatic disaster.

"I didn't know he was there, I'm sorry." He spoke plainly, his eyes never glancing away from the road and his knuckles didn't let go of the wheel even a little bit.

I didn't answer, my eyes adverting to the window. He let out a heavy sigh because of how I was acting. I could tell his patience was thin, but I bet it always was.

"Where would you like to go?" He breathed out, finally glancing at me for a split minute.

I felt nervous around him which wasn't how I felt this morning, maybe it was because he just beat the pulp out of someone. Come on Thea, use your brain.

I didn't want to go home like this, my mom would have police at every party if I came home like this.

I shrugged my shoulders, letting out a small hiccup instead of a actual word.

"Okay." He said dragging out the last bit of the word. His gaze adverted back onto the road with a stone cold look. I bit my lip and looked down, not knowing what else to say.

"I can walk if you want me too." I said quietly, causing him to chuckle and shake his head.

"I got you into this mess, the least I could do is make sure you're alright," He said quietly. Damien seemed completely different when he was alone. He was quiet and friendly which was nice, since he acted so tough all the time.

I nodded and he pulled into a neighborhood that was for people far more wealthier then me. We pulled up to a beautiful house that had red brick, having dark brown and white accents at every turn.

"Come on." He said with yet again no emotion. His body swiftly moved out of the car while I slowly and unsteadily got out.

I was still in quite a bit of shock over my first high school party. It was nothing what I expected and I honestly felt awful for ruining Ashley and Emily's plans.

I shut his door slowly, walking a few steps to catch up to him. When his door alarm sounded for the lock I jumped causing him to look at me with what felt like a disappointing frown.

He unlocked his front door and stepped in, holding it open for me as I quickly walked through. It was gorgeously decorated with brick accents showing. If Ashley was here she would probably scream at the beauty of it all.

"Is your family going to mind?" I said softly, not wanting to wake anyone if they were asleep. "No, they are on vacation." He mumbled, grabbing his keys and tossing them on the kitchen counter. He took off his jacket gently, making sure not to hit his knuckles while pulling his arms out.

I frowned at him for a minute before standing awkwardly in the center of the room.

I had never been to anyone's house before, especially not a boys. What was I suppose to do with myself.

He went to the kitchen sink that overlooked the living room I was standing in. When he saw me he rose a eyebrow at my awkwardness. "You can relax you know? I'm not going to kill you or anything." He joked, causing me to let out a small laugh.

"Sorry." I whispered out, looking at him mumble cuss words as he tried to wash his hands.

When Damien finished he came up to my relaxed frame. I kept wiping under my eyes to make sure I didn't have and mascara on my face.

It was weird, the feeling of being comfortable with someone you know nothing about. Maybe I grew up in a crappy town with a shitty lifestyle but I don't know if this was normal.

I don't know if you're suppose to talk to people because they go to school with you.

The worst part about it is that he wouldn't stop frowning at me.

I knew it was because of the situation I was put into but it wasn't his fault. I mean, I wanted to go to the party.

He ran his fingers through his messy dark hair and sighed. He was resting his arms on his knees when he sat down on the couch, lost in thought.

I bit my lip and sat next to him, confused why he was so upset and why I wasn't that much anymore.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled out, looking down at my hands that were fighting for the skin on the side of my nails. He placed one of his hands on top of both of mine, Wanting me to stop picking at them.

It's what I did when I was nervous, and I was nervous. I was so nervous I'm surprised I haven't poured sweat puddles all across his beautiful dark wood floor.

"You have nothing to-" I cut him off which took him by surprise, his mouth slightly unhinged as I talked. "You got into a fight and left the party because of me. " I said softly, my eyes glancing up at his face then back down to his hand on mine.

His hands were soft but had calaces on his palm. I could feel them on the back of my hands.

His jaw clicked shut and he looked at me with a small smile. Patting my hand then moving it when he realized he's kept it here far longer then he wanted.