A/N: First off i want to thank everyone of you for stopping by. It means a lot that you took the time to read this. I hope you like it just as much as i do. Furthermore this story is rated M for the possibility of violence, foul language, death and the abuse of alcohol and drugs.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fictional story and the character Katelyn Adams.

Chp1: Who do ya Voodoo?

"Katie!"

"Katie, wake up chica! We're here and it is Go-or-geous!"

I opened my eyes to the to the blaring sunlight coming in through the windows of the 20 seated shuttle bus.

Where am I?

Oh yeah.

It's spring break and the graduating class of Michigan Tech University, MTU for short, is on their annual senior trip. This year's destination is the Island of Banoi; for a one-week stay at the Royal Palms Resort Hotel.

I sighed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Jesus, Tina."

She laughed. Her pixie cut blonde hair bouncing with every bump in the road.

"The hotel is right by the beach. Oh this is awesome." She continued without a second glance in my direction. "Aren't you glad you came?"

"Not really." I said, rubbing a kink from my neck. I must have fallen asleep against the window.

Tina Portland, better known as Tiny Tina or Tiny T for short. Chemistry major, lab junkie and my B.F.F. Standing at a mere four feet eight inches she's a straight-up ghetto white bitch; and those are her words not mine.

She pouted at me. "Aw, boo girl! Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Probably at home with my Xbox." I zip up my checkered hooded, yellow hoodie. I felt a chill despite it being near 90 degrees out. I can be weird like that.

Tina laughed. That's why I loved her. She understood me and how much of a geek I am, or maybe it was because she was a geek herself.

"Don't be such a buzz-kill Katie." Came a voice from another set of seats adjacent to the row we were in. "Don't make me regret bringing you."

"It's not like I wanted to come anyway." I muttered back.

Jenna turned around in her seat and peered down at me with cold blue eyes. They would be pretty if her eyelids weren't caked in tons of knock off designer eyeliner and shadow.

"Listen Katelyn-"

"Gauge…" I said cutting her off. I hated my name. It was overly feminine and I was anything but. Gauge, was my online user name. After coming in first place in the Star Craft gaming league of 2011, the name just stuck. That, and you can't exactly use your own name when hacking, can you?

"Loser." She continued. "I didn't want you to come, but Tina insisted. You're only here cause you can get the stuff for the party tonight. Everyone is expecting me to have it, so don't you even think of fucking this up for me!"

Of course, by the stuff, she meant drugs. Some new form of meth, or something, sold on the black market. I got it all right, and it was stupid expensive. I had to hack into 13 different bank accounts to get enough money for it without being detected. Trust me, its harder then it sounds.

I also managed to open an account under my mom's name (God rest her soul) to transfer the funds to. I withdrew most of it. (15 hundred big ones, to be exact.) Of which was currently stored safely away in a do-it-yourself secret compartment in my duffle bag. The things you could learn from just a few minutes on YouTube. Dad would be proud.

"Leave her alone sis, we got it under control."

I rolled my eyes. I hated it when Tina defended me, even if it was only her sister, but more then that I hated myself for being a complete wimp. Yes, I'll say it. Jenna Portland intimidates me, Katelyn Adams. It's been that way since we meet in the 5th grade. After all, I was the nerd so that would make her the bimbo, the Daphne to my Velma. She's blonde, pretty, and popular and is currently dating the guy I've been crushing forever, Matthew Davis.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a pushover. I only do what she says so she'll get off my back. Besides hanging with her means I get to see Matt.

"You better." She said turning around in her seat. Matthew who was sitting in the seat besides her, nearest the aisle shrugged his shoulders at me in a silent apology before going back to listening to his IPod. His love life was like a Tootsie Pop commercial. What he saw in a girl like Jenna, the world may never know.

I continued to stare in his direction earning a cheeky grin from the blonde at my side. I could feel my ears growing hot under her stare. Ok maybe it was more then a crush.

Our bus pulled up in front of the hotel and parked beside two rows of other buses. The rest of our senior class I'm guessing, along with some local tourist. I climbed out of the bus with the rest of my class, threw on my favorite yellow-tinted lensed sunglasses and looked up at hotel. It was massive. 20 stories tall and about 3 football fields wide. Complete with 3 pools, a Jacuzzi in every suit and a day spa. Oh joy! (Sarcasm)

We gathered in the lobby. Jenna checked in for her group and Tina checked in for ours. Though you can't really call us a group. Us being Tiny T and I, considering no one would really room with us weirdoes anyway.

"Got it, yo!" she waved our key cards in front of my face. "First things first, we cancel room service, set up the base, then we can hit the party."

I put the key card in my pocket and shifted the weight of my duffle bag on my shoulder. "Party?"

Her already big, blue eyes widened. "You, seriously, don't know?"

"You couldn't be anymore of a loser if you tried." Jenna said coming up behind us, her long hair swaying behind her. "There's going to be a party in the hotel ballroom tonight, and get this Sam B is performing."

My face lit up. It was the first good news in days. "No freaking way."

"Yes-way! Just remember to get the stuff before the party tonight, ok?" she flipped her hair and returned to her group, which consisted of Matt (of course), Matt's friends and the entire MTU cheerleading squad. I guess Jenna wasn't all that bad.

Just as they began to walk away I heard her mutter. "What a freaking dork. Lets go guys it might be contagious."

Scratch that. Jenna's the Webster's definition of the word bitch.

"Don't mind her." Tina said, tugging on the sleeve of my hoodie. "Come on, we have to set up. Our room is on the 12 floor, this way." She took off, practically skipping to the elevator. To anyone who didn't know her, you would swear that this 4'8" blonde, in pink overalls; complete with a white sequin halter top, purple blue stripped leggings, and sneakers was 12 years old, and couldn't possible be a college student 5 days from graduation.

I sighed rolling my eyes. "Tiny-T, wait up." I secured the duffle bag on my shoulder, grabbed her roller suitcase, which she conveniently left behind, along with my own and quickly followed after her. "Tina slow down." I felt like one of those soccer moms you would see on late night television, lecturing her rambunctious children.

She turned a corner doing 90 (swear to God) and I increased my pace to follow after her. I should have been more focused on watching where I was going, but it was much too late for that. I turned the corner and smacked right into a guy, who was heading in the opposite direction, in just as much of a hurry as I was. I stumbled backward, tripped over the roller suitcases and landed flat on my back, my legs hanging ridiculously over the side of our luggage.

"Ok, ouch." I sat up slightly, and waited from my world to stop spinning. Whoever he was he was solid. I felt like I had run headfirst into a wall.

"Hey, are you ok?" He knelt down on one knee and helped me sit up straight. His voice was smooth with a slight hint of a baritone. He didn't have an accent. He must be from the states like I was.

"Y-yeah, sorry about that." I said taking his outstretched hand as he helped me to stand. I began to awkwardly straighten my clothing while he bent down again to pick up my sunglasses that had fallen off. He gave me a small apologetic smile and handed them back to me. I took this moment to…analyze him.

He's tall and well built; sturdy without too much muscle, and looked much older than me, probably in his early thirties. His dirty-blonde hair is in need of a trim; it's long and hangs down over the sides of his face, joining nicely with the matching stubble growing along his jawline. He looks down at me with deeply set, grayish-blue eyes. He's also well dressed; I notice.

He wore a dark blue button-up over a white wife-beater, with black slacks, leather belt and matching loafers. His lips pulled up into a sly yet very seductive smirk and my ears get warm again. From the information I have gathered I would assume that he was probably thought that I was checking him out. As if!

Ok, fine he's pretty decent looking…for an old guy.

I took my offered sunglasses from him and tucked them into my pocket, muttering my thanks. I grabbed my fallen suitcase and up righted Tina's. There was a brief, but extremely awkward pause. I was having trouble trying to get my brain to process a complete sentence. Some genius I turned out to be.

He straightened his shirt then placed a large hand on my head and ruffled my short auburn hair. "No problem kid. Just be more careful next time."

I frowned and both my brows rose in protest. "K-kid?" How old does he think I am? I politely push his hand away and shake my bangs away from my face. Too could play at this game. "Whatever gramps." The corner of my mouth raised in a triumphant smirk as his eyes widened. Ha! Double experience points for me!

Tina finally turned up. I guess she must have been wondering what the hold up was. She approached us with a big grin on her face. "There you are! Gawd, I've only been holding the elevator, like, for-ever!"

"Oh yeah-sorry Tina." I handed Tiny-T the handle to my suitcase and nodded my head at the man in a silent "goodbye" before following after the blonde who was already making a mad dash for the elevator. I sighed and once again followed after her. Little did I know that I was going to bump into him again, and he would save my life.

A/N: That was the first chapter folks. Tell me what you think. I won't beg you, but a review, even one, would mean the world to me. I'll have the next chapter posted soon. take care!