Author: Jen

Author's Note: This story takes place during high school. Actually in Joey's POV, not many stories I ever write are through his eyes. Please Read and Review.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters.

A/N: Joey and Rachel meet at a party. Two selfish, oversexed teens are never a good mix right?


I met this girl at a party, she had a rocking body and was extremely hot. She was from out of town though, so I knew I had to make the most of it. She came with another guy though. Some "Chip" fella. I don't know what kind of name that is, but whatever. He knew some guys from my school and so they came down for a party. I knew I had nothing to worry about, I could totally get this chick for the night. Her boyfriend didn't look too faithful anyhow, they probably have an open relationship, well in his mind.

I grin to myself, as I see the hot girl stand awkwardly off to the side as her "boyfriend" catches up with all his old buddies. He hasn't even introduced her. I even talked to her already. She brushed me off, but now she's probably dying for attention. So, I sneak around to the other side and tap her shoulder. She turns around, not so thrilled to see me.

"Want me to get you a drink?" I play the politeness card.

She's about to say no, but then realizes she might as well since her boyfriend certainly isn't going to get her one. She shrugs.

"Alright," she tells me and follows me to the drink table.

She watches me pour her drink.

"Making sure I'm not drugging you up?" I joke.

"I want to get drunk, not murdered tonight," she half jokes back.

"I'd want you fully conscious if I ever had a chance with you."

She smiles at him over the rim of her plastic red cup.

"Yeah, I'm sure you have plenty of chances with plenty of girls," she badgers.

"Well, I don't have a great guy to bring me to out of town parties," I say looking over at her boyfriend who hasn't even realized she left. She looks over with a gloomy expression.

"Yeah," she snorts, "he's a real prince."

"That's too bad, you're so pretty," I gleam at her. She can't help, but blush like all girls.

I have this in the bag, all I have to do is keep playing the card that she's taken and I know I don't have a shot, but at the same time pointing out that her boyfriend's an ass. It's a classic playbook move. I'll be able to steal her from that Crumb, Chip, or whoever by the end of the night.

"So, where are you guys from?"

"Long Island."

"Oh yeah? Is that where you met…?"

"Chip."

"Right, yeah you're prince in shining armor?"

"Yeah, we go to school together, boring story," Rachel sighs.

"Are you a cheerleader or dancer or something?"

"Yeah, a cheerleader."

"I could tell," I smirk at her. "Too bad you don't go here, I'd love to see your face on the sidelines at every game."

"You play?"

"You kidding, I'm like the all star quarterback!" I lie through my teeth.

"Wow, really?"

"I wouldn't lie about something like this, I would show you my trophies if I could. It's for the best though, cause I'd probably end up just wanting to give them all to you, you're the real gem," I flash my best smile and I get one right back. I'm milking this for all it's worth and it's totally working.

"Hmm, you're nice."

I give her a sheepish smile.

"Thanks, well I've loved talking to you too, but I should probably go. I don't want your boyfriend getting mad or something. Do you need a refill before I go?" I end on a question so she has more time to stop me. She looks back at Chip, still infused in his guy group.

"I would love another drink, but I would love more for us to find somewhere quiet," she says to me. I bite my lip; that was faster than I expected.

I fill her cup up and we head outside. The back and front yard have swarms of people already and I can already bet all the bedrooms are taken. I suggest we go for a walk, I'm sure I can lead her to the park and then they'll be plenty of privacy for us there, as well as a ground to lay on.

We continue talking about nonsense things until we reach the park.

"Oh, this is a nice place," she swings around a tree, pretty buzzed at this point.

I catch her on her next swing around and move my body into hers so when she stops, she's leaning against the tree and standing only a few inches away from me. She smirks at me.

"I have a boyfriend," she nearly slurs her words.

I smile at her.

"I know, he's a real prince," I replay her own words to her.

She bites her lip.

"I just want to make you feel special, just for one night, because tomorrow you'll go home with him and I'll never get the chance."

I lean in and she watches. I'm moving insanely slow, waiting to see if she'll stop me, but she doesn't. She lets my lips press to hers and before we know it, I'm grabbing any part of her I can and we barely take any breaths as we start making out against the tree. I'm sure in no time we're going to fall to the ground and get down to business, but she stops me much to my disappointment.

"I want you to have another chance," she says.

"Huh?"

"I don't want this to be the one night. I want to see you again.

"But you have a boyfriend?"

God, I don't want to deal with calling and seeing this girl again, I just want to bang her.

"But I don't want to get caught tonight."

"No one's here, he won't find us."

"If I get caught, I'm going home single and alone and then one hot night with you won't make that any better. If you want me, let's do this another time."

I sigh, upset I'm not getting any action tonight.

"Come on, let's be crazy and do it right now!"

"No, I don't even know you're name."

"It's Joey."

"I'm Rachel."

"Hi," I say and then lean in to get a hold of her lips again, but she stops me.

"You want one night, I'll come back next weekend, by myself, and this time save a bedroom for me, I'm not dirtying my skirt in the gross grass."

She doesn't even let me finish before she walks back to the sidewalk.

"You walking me back or what?"

I grunt to myself and then catch up with her.