- Prologue -

This is insane. Everywhere I look, there are people, and these people resemble wild animals. They are either intoxicating themselves by drinking the liquid from the waterhole (aka punch bowl), mating in public, whilst clothed, to the beat of the music blaring out of the speakers, upstairs mating like the animals they seem to be, or inhaling something from a little white paper tube then exhaling a white cloud of who-knows-what. I am unable to get up from this stool in fear of getting raped... And getting lost.

The light is extremely dim, the air is thick with smoke, the crazy party-goers and their trash are scattered all around this humongous residence, and I have no idea where any of my friends are. In this very moment, I'm alone. At the "bar". With my cup of.. I don't even remember. I get up quickly to search for someone that I know, then realize it was a bad idea.

Fuck.

The room is spinning, my head is throbbing, and the fact that the bass is strong enough to vibrate the entire house doesn't help either. Oh and you know what else doesn't help?

I'm drunk. I am completely aware of what I'm doing, but I have no control over it.

I just continue to sit here, my cup in hand, and take sips. I take my phone out of my back pocket to check the time. 2:45 am. I should find my friends and leave soon. I attempt to stand up, but as I do, I topple over, and some guy catches me.

Damn, he's gorgeous.

His blue eyes are what's completely drawing me in; how they seem to shine even in the dark, smokey room. I have never seen such a beautiful shade of blue before. Damn. That's all I can think right now. His messy chestnut brown hair combined with his strong jawline, chiseled chest and arms that I can feel around me, and of course his amazing eyes makes me think that he is the most attractive boy that I have seen. Ever.

"Why, hello there gorgeous," he says, "Wanna dance?"

I don't have much of a choice, since he pulls me back up on my feet, places my drink on the countertop, drags me out on the makeshift dancefloor, grabs my hips, and starts moving behind me. I, having no control over myself, grind my hips into his to the beat of the music playing. We both get into it, and he places his hands on my thighs, dangerously close to my center. I then feel his lips and teeth gently sucking and nibbling on my earlobe, then I allow his mouth to drop to my neck. I place my left hand over his on my thigh, and my right hand makes its way behind us, to the back of his head to keep it in place. The feelings he was evoking in me are driving me insane. I have never been so turned on in my 17 years of existence.

But that could be the alcohol speaking.

We continue to sensually rub up on one another, and I feel his arousal pressing up against my backside. Shit, he's big too.

"Care to accompany me upstairs?" he inquired huskily.

How am I supposed to turn this down? So I nod in response, he grabs my hand, and we dash upstairs to find an empty room.

4:03 am.

Damn. That guy works miracles with his fingers... And tongue. I have never experienced orgasms like the ones I did tonight. And to this point, as I am being driven home by my best friends Ryan and Sharpay Evans, I am still speechless.

I take a glance at my phone, and see a notification on my screen.

One Missed Call - (505) 838-1408

Flashback

I unwrap my lips from around his softening member, swallowing down all he had to offer. I feel his mouth move away from my center, and he flips me over so we are face to face.

"I'm Troy, by the way," he whispers, "And you are?"

"Gabriella."

I move out of his embrace, off the bed, and put my clothes back on, and toss him his boxers, his socks, and his shirt. I then take his phone out of his jeans before I toss those to him as well. I put in my name, number, and picture, ring my phone, then return the phone to its owner; the brown-haired, blue-eyed adolescent getting dressed in front of me.

"I guess I'll see you around," I said quietly, before walking towards the door, blowing him a kiss, then disappearing to find my friends.

End Flashback

That's Troy's number. I'll save it later.

I step out of my friends' car after thanking them for the ride, and sneak back into my house, trying not to make a sound.

I successfully make it to my bedroom without getting caught, get changed, and let the drowsy after-effect of alcohol consume me, with my last thought being of the wonderful time I had with the beautiful blue-eyed boy.

Will I remember this in the morning? Possibly not.

But you know what they say, not all summer nights are to be remembered.

- End Prologue -

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