A/N: okie dokie, i know my last story was a stinker, but i promise this one is SO much better. it's already completely written, so constructive critism isn't really needed, but if you want to tear the story to shreds, be my guest. The first chapter has a little play on some of the quotes and the scene from "The Letter" with Abby and Carter. enjoy!

ER High (Evergrove Road High school)

Prologue

We are from Evergrove. It's this small little town along the east coast in Georgia. But most of us don't view us as living in Georgia; we live in Evergrove- this small little secluded beach town. It is here where most of us will forever stay, while a few will try to go out and explore the rest of the world. Most like it here in Evergrove though. We have everything we will ever need here. It is here we will grow up and learn to live like adults, and it is here where we will watch our children grow up. Evergrove is peaceful. We have our own elementary, middle and high schools. We have a boardwalk where people just hang out, but the best thing is that we have the beach. Yes, the beach; the beach where the sand runs through your toes and the waves lap up at your bare feet. It's the best place to be, but also the place where most drama happens.

Chapter 1: The Party

Ugh! I hate that John Carter! I know he's my friend and all, but gosh you can't even bring him to a high school party without him blabbing on and on about the effects alcohol can have on your body.

That's where we are now- at one of the biggest parties of the year. The music is blaring and of course there are empty drink cans everywhere. Everyone is dancing and having an awesome time. Susan, Luka, and Deb are here too, along with Carter. For the past hour we have been listening to him drone on about alcohol. The rest of them left me here with him and went off to have some real fun. Great, now I will have to endure his lectures. He's such a dork sometimes.

I go over to the keg to get more beer. If I'm going to have to listen to him, I might as well be drunk; at least it won't be so bad.

"You know Abby, alcohol is addictive, and you're under the drinking age," he tells me.

"Carter, so what I'm drinking, what's the worst that can happen?" I say, before realizing my mistake. Great, now he's going to tell me all the consequences of drinking. I start to walk away to avoid yet another lecture, but he just follows me out to the back yard where the rest of my friends are. Of course they are drinking, just not as much as me.

"You know how many people are killed a year by drunk drivers?" he tells them.

"Carter, we're not drunk," Susan replies.

"Yet," Luka whispers, giggling. Carter doesn't hear him.

"Well maybe I am," Abby giggles, getting a little tipsy.

"Abby you're drunk, and I'm not gonna let you get any drunker," he tells her, and starts to pull her away from the group.

"Drunker isn't even a word! I know that and I'm not even sober!" she yells out, laughing. Luka, Susan and Deb start to laugh too.

Carter opens up the gate and takes Abby out of the backyard to talk to her. They sit down by the side of the house, and when Abby tries to get up he stops her. "Abby, what is this all about?" he asks her.

"What?"

"The drinking,"

"Nothing, I just feel like having a little bit of fun," she says, lying and trying to sound perky.

"You know I cared about Mark too, but you don't see me get wasted back there," he tells her. Abby just stares at him, glaring. She is getting angry because she knows he is right. Mark was one of their best friends. He was one of the smartest people in their class. He was in all honors classes, always made high honor roll, and to top it off he tutored kids when they were having trouble.

"How many students do you think he helped?" Abby asks.

"Probably two or three hundred,"

"Forget teachers, I'll take Mark Greene"

"If I knew you felt that way, I would've helped you with algebra a long time ago," he tells her.

"Hey John, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, let's just get out of here," he tells her. He stands up and starts to walk towards the sidewalk away from the house. Abby follows him to the car and gets in.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

"Home. You need some rest, especially with the hangover you will have tomorrow."

Abby gets out of the car and starts to walk to the back yard. Carter follows her. "I'm not going home. I'm having fun here, and plus I can't go home drunk."

"You can and you will, even if I have to carry you!" he yells, running to catch up to her. He picks her up and puts her over his shoulder. Abby punches his back as best as she can, trying to fight back.

"You cannot make me leave!" she yells, then decides to bite him. Carter drops her as she bites him.

"Ouch!" he yells. "You bit me!"

"Well, you dropped me," she says as she gets up from her position on the ground. She wipes herself off and tells him that she can't go home just yet.

"Let's go get something to eat then," he suggests. Abby agrees and follows him back to his Jeep. They get in and drive away from the party.