His beautiful blue eyes are stern and tight. No one caught him staring, except me.

I'm sure he wasn't too happy and I was glad. The boy was getting what he deserved.

I switched from one gorgeous boy to the next, continuing my dancing. His eyes are turned darker.

I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

I mean, he DID make me the way I am today. And the jealousy in his eyes is so evident. Or maybe it's lust. No one ever knows with this boy anyways.

I'm sure my eyes reflect pretty much the same thing. Seeing as I'm a female version of him. Not necessarily a slut, quite the opposite. But tonight was a little different, just like the first night. A night I'm sure to take revenge for.

The boy doesn't deserve me.

And the only reason I'm here is because I was depressed today and my best friend Gina, decided to take me out for a while to get me drunk.

And the result is me dancing around boys like they're stripper poles.

I'm sure if I ever recall this moment in history, I will live in my closet for the next few years.

I'm positive that all else in Spencer's population will never forget this Kodak moment. Little Stella Cornelius Augustine losing herself among the influence of crazy, hormone-charged teens. Yup, this is definitely a yearbook moment.

I hate Gina. With all my might.

I was SUPPOSED to be studying for a huge test tomorrow but she decided that I was already distracted and that an even bigger distraction was needed. So Nicky's was the first place we hit. Of course, I went unwillingly. This is ME we're talking about. Spencer's little nerd. The girl who's innocent in all senses. People might even refer to me as Spencer's mystery. Which I am.

They can never define me or fully make out what I'm supposed to be. I don't have social standing really. I'm quiet, yet outspoken. And blah blah blah blah blah. That's all the stuff I hear from the gossip queens anyway.

Or they also refer to me as the freaky chick all people pity because her parents are somewhat...screwed up. Well, that's an understatement.

I am innocent though. To most extents. Nicky's is not my favorite place in the world, quite the contrary actually. I prefer libraries. And anywhere but home. So I really have no clue how Gina shoved me into this place to begin with.

I'm done playing with his head. Let him make what he will of that. I hope his beautiful blue eyes remain in a constant state of confusion, like now. He deserves it.

I was about to walk away, leave my crazy side on the dance floor. But I bumped into Gina.

Freakin Gina. The first person I REALLY want to see!

Of course she has no idea about blue-eyed boy and how we have a ...history. Whatever brief a history, I guess it still counts. So it's typical for her to go off about how some guy is checking me out.

Every time I usually roll me eyes, but this time it's different. Her finger points to the blue eyed boy, who quickly averts his gaze, and my face turns stoic. She doesn't know. She never will. It was a mistake.

But she doesn't know. So she continues. "He's looking at you." As if I hadn't noticed.

I look at her incredously as if to signify that I wouldn't even care if he WAS looking at me. Which he surely was.

But her eyes are glazed over and she looked droopy.

A sign that I probably should get her home before she does something insane.

I turn my head back once more only to see him chatting it up with his friends, always contributing with stupid remarks. His trademark.

Gina slumps into me as she loses all balance. How much alcohol can one little girl possibly consume?

Agh. Now I have to find a ride. As we are both totally wasted and are easy to take advantage of. Not to mention I'm new at this partying thing.

A lot of guys are staring, just...watching. And it's creeping me out.

I want to go to the freakin dorms and study like a little nerd. This is tooo much for a girl like me.

And as luck may have it, I bumped into one of my study buddies.

"Hey...Sarah." She smiled nicely as my words are slurred. Yeah, she's a keeper. Little smart blonde chick with a hot boyfriend. And pretty blue eyes. Darn it. I hate the color blue. HATE it.

She's carrying some food with her, and that Kate girl is standing next to her looking down at me, literally, as if I'm a piece of trash.

"Hey Stella." She smiled nicely and noticed my friend's head between my hands. "Didn't think I'd see you here."

"Me either." She nodded. "So...are you leaving?" I asked nicely, hoping that the food was meant for someone else.

She paused a second, handing the food to Kate, who walked over to Mr. Sarah's hot BF, and his friends. One of them being blue-eyed boy.

Oh gosh, I gotta get out of here. Now.

"Actually, yeah. Need a ride?" This girl is officially a saint. I love her.

I nodded quickly and pushed Gina out the door. She was lucky I wadn't going to dump her into a ditch for this. She glared and then her eyes clenched and she fell, right into my arms.

And let me tell you, she may be skinny, but she's in NO WAY light.

"GINA!" Her eyes propped open again as I lifted her into the car.

"Thanks." I grumbled at her gratefulness. Sarah grinned at Gina stupidly. She could tell this was a new concept for both of us.

"Make sure you take medicine tomorrow and coffee helps too." I smiled at her advice.

We were half way there when Gina started singing about sushi. Seafood. At such a time! The nerve of that drunk woman!

Sarah must've thought we were retarded.

I thanked her chronically as we reached the dorms. Gina wrapped her arms around my neck as I hauled her butt to our dorm. She whispered one last thing before I threw her back onto her bed.

"He was staring at you." And just the tone of her voice frightened me. As if she knew what had actually happened.

DUN DUN DUNNNN. Should I continueeee? I probably will.