A/N: Please, R&R! TylerxOC but mostly ReidxOC. I don't own anything except the OC characters. It's a short story. So, don't expect to be long. It's probably about five chapters. Enjoy!

Summary: Christine has always hated love, because it made the strongest person the weakest. But when she takes a chance going to Tyler's masquerade party, she finds out herself a hot night. Can she handle the consequences when she runs away and tries to forget the night? Will Reid let her?

Chapter 1:

"Look what I got!"

Looking at my best friend, Lyndsey, I saw that she had a Ouija board in her hands. Smiling, I turned around, leaning against my rolling chair. "Don't tell me. It's from your infamous gypsy grandmother from Italy, Grandma Vanessa," I figured as I turned off the lamp on my desk, feeling that it needed a break as my temporary beam of light for my Calculus homework. "Duh, of course," as she jumped on the bed and I sat down. Her grandmother is extremely cool while still a crazy nut. Supposedly, she has gypsy blood in her including her beautiful blonde granddaughter, Lyndsey.

"Oh, great Ouija board, please, tell my future," I mocked as I bowed at the piece of cardboard.

She laughed at me as she playfully hit me on the arm, "Come on, take it seriously for my grandmother at least."

"Fine," I smiled as I leaned on my arms in my white tank and gray shorts. As Lyndsey set everything up, I closed my books and set them in my book bag for tomorrow. My best friend and I are excellent students ready to kick the Ivy League's ass. I'm going to be a surgeon while she hasn't figure out what she wants to be. Along with academic greatness comes social burden where we're labeled as geeks and nerds or whatever bullshit the whores and bastards call us. But we get through it, it's all due to the fact that we have other friends. Spenser's a bit tough because of the rich boneheads who get in with a flash of a credit card while Lyndsey gets here by a scholarship and me...my parents pay for me to be here. They're not rich, but they make it with some left over. Lyndsey being smarter than me easily gets a scholarship just by writing her name on the test sheets while I get a discount if that's what you call it. It's not bad though.

As I lowered the lights, Lyndsey and I sat around the board. She asked her question, "Does Tyler Simms like me?"

Rolling my eyes, our hands were barely touching the plastic object. It led our hands to a "yes." Wow, surprising this piece of junk works from all the dust that's accumulated on the box. "It's your turn now, Christine," she said as she giggled and squealed at her result. You see this is her first crush. In other words, Tyler Simms, you break your hurt and I'll break your spine.

"Oh, Ouija board, will I get an A on my Calculus quiz?" I asked reluctantly. Again, it led our fingers to a yes. Lyndsey patted me on the back and I just smiled. Piece of crud.

"I'm gonna hit the hay, Lyndsey," I yawned. God, the homework sucks ass. She nodded as she packed everything up when she determined that was all the questions she wanted to ask. I don't see what's so hot about Tyler Simms or his gang of rich snobbery. Sighing, I shrugged the thought off as Lyndsey turned the lights off and we said a quick "good night" to each other.

In the Morning:

I heard an annoying beep, which, of course, I started to punch not smack the clock until it stopped whining and making my ears bleed. Sitting up, I stretched as I did the usual: brushing my teeth, hair, washing my face, and pulling on my uniform. Groggily, I walked over to Lyndsey's desk seeing that she wasn't here and she usually left a note there. It said:

"I promised I'd eat breakfast with Tyler and his friends. Wish me luck. See ya in class!"

Rolling my eyes, I thought it would be a good occasion to wear my new eye liner and lip gloss while I listened to my iPod. Putting on my ballet shoes on with my knee high socks, I'm getting used to ballet shoes. They feel like another skin as you walk unlike thickly layered shoes. Getting out of my room and locking it with my book bag with me, I traveled to the cafeteria. I saw Lyndsey was gone. I'm sure Mr. Simms is being a gentleman and walking to her next class or he'll meet a boot to his face. Ruffling my hair to wake me up some more, I said a polite greeting to the cafeteria ladies and grabbed a water and a piece of toast with peanut butter and jam.

Setting my food at a table, I twisted my back where I received pleasant cracks and pops, getting the kinks out of my spine. Blowing through my lips, I relaxed. It seemed to be a nice morning. Can't wait what the rest of the day has for me.

"Hey, give me back my notebook!"

"Whatcha gonna do, Nerd? Cry?"

Turning around after I ate my fill, I saw Joe, a class buddy who's been dropped on his head a bit too many times, try and get his stuff back from some asshole...What was his name? Daren? No...Aaron maybe...

Walking up to them, two guys blocked my way, saying, "Sorry, sweetheart, this has nothing to do with you."

"I think it has a lot to do with me, seeing that's my friend," I laughed as I knocked them by kicking them who knows where. Making my way, I saw Aaron finally pays attention to his befallen friends and let's go of Joe's things.

"What do you want, bitch?"

Shaking my head, I just answered, "Nothing much. Just this." I kneed him in the groin and flicked his forehead enough to make him fall. I gave him a quick good bye gift as I kicked his stomach. Assholes...