Voila! The first chapter! Hope you enjoy! :D

The summer heat pummeled down on Ipswich like it was being directed by a cruel kid with a magnifying glass. The dells was crowded with rowdy teenagers and families looking for some place that offered a temporary sanctuary from the blistering heatwave that seemed to have no end in sight.

With rowdy teenagers came endless parties. Multiple sprouted around the quiet town, usually starting at dusk and ending once the sun was back in it's loathed place in the sky. The attenders were just a bunch of rich kids with too much money and absolutely nothing to do.

Nothing legal of course.

The nightlife of the town was something different entirely. Connor Garwin could easily testify to that.

It was mean and cold. What your name was and where you were from had no meaning when it came to the raunchy get togethers. That was a lesson he learned firsthand. It ended, however, with a neat black eye and a chipped tooth.

That was just keeping it mild of course, there were no words to describe what usually went down there. Just that it all seemed to skim by in a flurry of Uppers, drinks and women. The outskirts was where the hard core partiers were located, little white pills were handed out like tic tacs and everybody ended the night with a stranger...or two. Ipswich's various elite children all swarmed there for the same reasons. The very same reason that Connor himself stumbled his way along. They were all looking for the newest thrill.

Now it was different.

This was something Connor needed to get by. His life at home and school felt like a small dream, peaceful and monotonous. His parents were both successful in every aspect of the word and his siblings were all high achievers. It was all simple.

When the sun set and Connor slinked away after the family dinners, it felt like he was splashed with icy cold water.

Sharp and jolting, he easily fell back into pace as he hit his usual spots.

McMathers was where he went first. The small red house was dingy and smoke filled. It's walls were colored with a disgustingly cheap wallpaper and the furniture looked like it was picked up at the nearest thrift store. It was off putting but strangely comfortable.

He made his way past the creaky screen door. The door was already open, he knew that first hand.

Derek was the first person that came into his view. Derek McMathers was the middle child of a lawyer his own father used to do business. He was a tall, lanky kid with a healthy patch of brown hair that fell into his eyes. Beady brown eyes and sharp features galore, he fit into the scenery. Even though he was a pharmacist in training, he just looked thin, cracked lips twitched into a grim smile.

"Back again, Garwin? Twice in one week…"

Connor rolled his eyes, his large hand reaching into the jacket pocket as he pulled out a wad of bills. "When i need someone to look after me, i'll ask. Until then, just take the money." His eyes and voice were flat as he made his way into the small room.

A small naked bed was pushed far off into the corner as the nightstand next to it held just what he needed. An addicts small piece of heaven as the cocktail of various pill bottles were lined up along. "Nothing new." He sighed, almost in disappoint. He'd expected better from Derek, then again, he was speaking about Derek.

The boy was as sneaky as he looked, but he knew better than to pull a fast one on Connor. His own hard partying reputation had put his father's to shame, pushing boundaries father than the elder Garwin would have. It was something Connor took pride in.

Throwing himself on the bed, he grabbed for a bottle, bringing it to his face.

It's like acid mixed with acid.

He grinned silently at Derek's words before popping one into his mouth. With a swish of the complimentary water bottle, Connor lost himself. Falling into a drug induced euphoria, he found himself pacing around the room. His lips moving quickly with hushed lyrics from his favorite Jimi Hendrix song.

After grabbing a few more party favors for the road, he stumbled his way out of the glowing red house. Taking one last look, Derek saluted him off before disappearing into the darkness.

Connor mock saluted him back before curvy body was pressed flush behind him. He held back a lusty groan as her hands weaved around his torso. The light punch landing right on his now aching member. "Fuck Andy!" He hissed, looking back at the smirking brunette.

She was as sharp as her features, piercing sea green eyes and a beautiful face of flat spans and clean cut angles. Her soul was as dark as her wavy hair, or at least he believed so. Andrea Richards was the farthest thing from an angel, considering how most of her family was, it was extremely hard to believe that she was like this.

His hand extended out to brush along Andy's face, feeling her cheeks rise as the wide smile broke out on her face.

"Feeling the buzz again…damnit Garwin. You do move faster than i expected."

He laughed, watching her step away from him as she moved towards the glowing house. "I can definitely slow down on somethings for you, babe. I know it's hard to handle me." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"As tempting as that offer might sound. I got places to be, people to see, drinks to drink and beautiful girls that need to be seduced!"

And there was the catch. Andy, as seductive as she may be, was only into one thing. Women. Which as hot as it seemed to the ice eyed boy, was definitely infuriating. "Yeah yeah. Catch you later…" He waved her off before shoving his hands in his pockets. The night was merely beginning and he wasn't going to waste it trying to relive a very old but fond memory.

The hot air was smothering, but he didn't care. With a simple flash of his eyes, he was cool. Refreshed. It was an unfair advantage but if he allowed it, he'd end up with his brains splattered on the side walk. Not from the heat, but from the people. Heat lead to a rise in tempers and a dip in patience, he wasn't up for getting into any fights with the school year coming to a start again.

"Hey there gorgeous…" His eyes flicked over to the scantily clad blonde that was leaning against the fence. Her lips parted slightly as she caught a full glimpse of him.

The smoldering grin spread over his lips. He knew what she saw, what they all saw.

Something dangerous.

They saw a pair of freezing blue eyes placed on a face of angles and planes. A sharp jawline and a clever mouth. Chiseled muscle over a large frame that stood at around six feet three. Choppy blonde hair spiked up at odd angles and dark. Dark clothes, dark features and a wicked person.

Connor was anything but a nice person and he certainly didn't look that way.

When she said nothing else, he simply continued walking to the large brick building. The familiar scent of alcohol and weed hit his nose. He didn't touch the green stuff, it was sloppy. Made him sloppy.

Inside the brick building was nothing but multitudes of people looking for empty caresses and drug induced affections. As long as they expected nothing more when the air cleared, he complied. He liked it that way, nothing was expected from him just like he didn't expect anything from anyone else.

Along the walls of the dark stairs were multiple graffiti designs, each one stating a person or a local gang. Some not that local but even national.

He found solace in this place. Why? He had no freaking idea.

"Mmmm, we've missed you…" the soft purr caught his ear, causing him to glance behind him.

"Jenna." He grinned wickedly before taking a few steps to the paint peeled door. "It has been a while." he drawled out the words, his tongue darting out to swipe along his lips.

"Come on in then, you'll find some new…additions." The soft giggles inside the house made the grin broaden on his face. Hell yeah, this was his sanctuary.