Chapter One

As I was wandering through the intimates section in the mall, I tripped over the bottom of a stand, and went sprawling, and watched my Decoy slide under a stand. I smacked my head into the ground for being an idiot, and crawled over to the stand and stick my hamd under it in a failed attemtp to get my phone back. I could feel it.. I just couldn't grab it.

"Do you need any help?" a velvety voice above me asked.

I pilled my arm out from under the stand and got up. As I turned, I was met by the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes I had ever seen. They were almost golden.

"Uh, yeah. My phone slid under the stand and I can't get it out," I said, trying to speak coherently.

He smiled. "Help me push the stand that way," he told me.

"Okay."

We both moved to one side and right after I put my hand on the stand, he accidentally put his hand on mine. He quickly moved it.

After a few shoves, the stand moved, and I bent down and grabbed my phone.

"Thank you," I told him, turning back.

"No problem. Well, I've got to go. Maybe I'll see you around," he said, and started walking away.

"..Bye?" I said, watching him go. I stood there for a minute or so, and jumped about a foot into the air when my phone statred singing "Untouched" by The Veronics at me.

"Hello?" I asked.

"We're going to a parrrtaaayy!" my best friend, Logan Gregorassi trilled at me.

"Oh, God. Where at this time?" Last time the party got busted for drugs.

"Jenny Sheppards house," Logan explained.

"Okay.."

"I'll pick you and Michi up at eight. Bye!" Click.

I stared at my phone. Looks like there's gonna be a party on my agenda tonight.

I guess I should tell you a little bit about me and my friends.

I'm Caitlin Rachel Spencer, and I'm sixteen years old. I live with my mom, and I have brown hair and brown eyes.

My best friend is Logan Aubrey Marie Gregorassi, and she's sixteen as well. She lives with her dad and three siblings, Hayden, Brennan, and Skyler. She has black hair and blue eyes. I think she is positively gorgeous.

My other best friend is Michala Ruth Sterner. She's also sixteen. She lives with her mom and sister, Makenzi. She has blonde hair and blue eyes.

Well, I guess I oughta get my shopping done and get home.

"Gah!" I squealed when I tripped over onto my bed while trying to get my jeans on. "Fucking things." I kept pulling, and they finally slid up and buttoned. Goddamned skinny jeans. I straightened my Paramore t-shirt and slid on my rainbow Chuck Taylors. I grabbed my Kermit sweatshirt, and heard Logan's Mercedes beep at me. "I'm coming, I'm coming," I muttered.

I tripped out the front door and opened Logan's car door, and slid in, and smacked my head on the roof. "Ahh, fuck."

Michala giggled at me. I flicked her head. "OW!" She was dressed similarly.

Logan laughed at us, and turned on the music. I literally screamed as "That's What You Get" by Paramore started playing.

"No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame. Not anymore. It's your turn, to take a seat we're settling the final score. And why do we like to hurt so much? I can't decide, you have made it harder just to go on. And why? All the possibilites, well I was wrong," Michala, Logan, and I screamed.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN! WHOA OH OH!"

After two more Paramore songs, we were at Jenny Sheppard's house, and you could see that the party was already in full blast. I tripped out of the car practically, and we walked up to the house. Almost the second we walked in, Michi and Logan took off in two different directions, leaving me, standing there. I sighed. The usual.

I wandered off towards the kitchen to where the keg obviously would be. I grabbed a red plastic cup and poured some Bud Light in it and took a sip. A Mojito would be nicer. I took another sip and wandered a little more.

"I feel so untouched right now, need you so much, somehow I can't forget you. Goin crazy from the moment I met you," I sang along with the music blasting in the background.

By my second cup of beer, I was a little tipsy. I'm what you could call an easy drunk.

I stumbled to the bathroom, and was all of a sudden yanked inside, and my mouth was covered. My eyes widened. Oh shit. He shoved me against the counter, and then kissed me and shoved his tongue down my throat. I gagged. I pinched his nerve on his neck and he let go. I made a run for the door, but he grabbed me, and shoved his hand inside my jeans. I bit his arm. He smacked me, and I went sprawling.

Fucking big bathroom. I tried to crawl as fast as I could to the door but he grabbed the belt loop on my jeans and pulled me up. He pinned me against the wall and pulled my shirt off and grabbed my chest. I finally managed to bring my knee up inbetween his legs. He landed on the floor in pain and I yanked open the bathroom door and took off outside.

I barreled through the back door, and collapsed in some bushes, sobbing. God. Why does this stuff have to keep happening to me? My head jerked up when I heard the backdoor open and close. Footsteps. I shrank further into the bushes. A shadow came over me, and I whimpered.

"Are you okay?" It was him. The guy with the golden eyes. I looked up. His eyes widened. He took off his sweatshirt and crouched down. He draped his sweatshirt over my shoulders. "What happened?"

"Guy dragged me into the bathroom. Tried to rape me. Came close," I choked out through the sobs.

He slowly brought me to his chest and let me cry. He rubbed my back and told me everything was okay. And after I'd finished sobbing my heart out, he wiped my tears from my eyes. "I'm Aaron Sanchezz, by the way," he told me, smiling slightly.

I sniffled. "I'm Caitlin Spencer." I smiled lightly back. I pulled his sweatshirt over my head. It smelled like a mix of Axe, Bod, Versace, and ck1. Aaron pulled me to my feet, and I put the hood up. He kept me close to his side as we walked back into the house.

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