Chapter Three – Good Girls Go Bad

"I sure do love me some high school parties." Davis said as he studied himself in the bathroom mirror.

"Yeah, parties are great, but did you tell everyone about movie night on Sunday?" Jude asked his brother.

"I talked to Sawyer about it and she said she would come, I'm sure Lydia will be there, unless she's at the animal shelter, Alex is coming and so is Johnny, but Jenny is at her mom's this weekend so she won't be attending."

"And what about you, are you planning on bringing any special guests?"

"I figured I would just hang out with you guys, I mean if Jenny's not coming then it's kind of like our original gang, you know?"

"I guess you're right. Do you want to come with me to pick up the movies tomorrow?"

"I'll pass, I'm still working on my project with Johnny, and I'll be at his house all day. I'm sure Lydia will go with you."

"I asked already, she's going to the Bobcats game with the family."

"Then take Sawyer, I'm sure she doesn't have anything better to do."

"Yeah, I'll ask her tonight."

"Now get ready man, the party starts in an hour."

"The party is in an hour Sawyer, would you hurry up." Lydia sat on her best friend's bed and flipped through a magazine while she waited.

"I'm sorry, I spent all my free time picking out your outfit, and now I don't know what to do about mine."

"You could dress in a potato sack and you would still stop traffic."

"While I do appreciate your kind words, you lie." Lydia shook her head as she began sifting through some CDs that were on Sawyers desk. She had done a pretty good job with Lydia's outfit. She had on tight jeans and a crop top sporting the American flag, her hair was straightened and her makeup was light.

"Are we going to try for another keg stand tonight?" Lydia asked. While she may have inherited her mother's studious way, she could also party like her father used to.

"So all of us can be hung over for Whitey's weekend practice tomorrow morning?"

"I still can't believe we have to practice every single time the boys do, I mean it's just cheering, how hard can it be?"

"I warned you about cheering, but no, you thought it would be fun, we could go to classic." Sawyer mimicked her friend. Lydia chose to ignore her friends comment. "How do I look?" She had on jeans and a tight red tank top, with her hair quite curly. It reminded Lydia of Casey Hawk, but she would never tell Sawyer that.

"You look amazing."

"Drink, drink, drink." Alex held the red cup to his lips chugging the fowl tasting liquid. When he was finished he slammed the empty cup on the counter and the crowd erupted into cheers. He wasn't one to drink a lot, but he felt like letting lose tonight. Johnny Evans came up behind him and clapped him on the back, "Nice work man."

"Thanks, where's Jenny?"

"She couldn't make it tonight, and now I can't decide if I should drink or not." Johnny held up his empty cup and Alex tapped it with his own.

"You hold your liquor better than anyone I know Evans."

"Then I guess you'll never find out if I'm sober or not." Johnny winked and walked away. A few moments later Alex spotted Sawyer enter the kitchen, he caught her attention and she quickly walked over to him.

"And how is Alex McFadden doing tonight?" she asked.

"I'm letting lose, I've been working hard all week, I just want to have some fun."

"Oh, sounds dangerous."

"Yeah, that's me."

"How about a dance you dangerous man?"

"I'd love to."Alex set his cup down and followed Sawyer to the dance floor.

Casey Hawk moved her hips to the fast beat, and flipped her hair, knowing perfectly well that almost every boy in the room was staring at her. She loved being the centre of attention, and in a room full of cheerleaders, it wasn't easy. She took a sip from her cup and excused herself from the dance floor when she spotted one of the Baker twins enter the room. "You're looking pretty good tonight."

"Thanks Casey, you look nice too."

"So where is that hansom brother of yours?"

"He's looking for Lydia." Jude informed her.

"Lydia Scott, why?"

"He had to ask her something, I think it was about his history project I'm not really sure." Casey stood there, insulted that he would go in search of another girl for homework advice instead of dancing with her.

"Then I guess you'll have to do." She grabbed Jude's hand and pulled him to the centre of the room.

"I'm flattered, really, but I don't really dance."

"You do tonight." Casey began to move her hips against Jude's. While he was uncomfortable at first, he soon began to loosen up and enjoy himself; she was the prettiest girl in school right?

"I'm telling you, go with the 50's, that whole era is awesome. Kids would cruise the strips in their fancy cars blasting Buddy Holly from the radio."

"I swear Lydia Scott; you were born in the wrong decade." Davis said as he handed her another beer.

"Agreed, our world is just advancing too fast, yet we still can't develop the hover car." Davis laughed and led them to a small couch in the next room. They sat down and Lydia draped her legs across Davis's lap.

"First official cheer practice tomorrow, are you excited?"

"Terrified actually, I kind of think the only reason I made the team was because they knew Sawyer wouldn't join without me."

"Oh, come on I'm sure that's not true."

"She's like the most athletic girl in school, not to mention she's got that whole tall blonde and beautiful thing going on."

"Well, yeah. But you're short, brunette and cute." Lydia gave him a look. "What?"

"She gets beautiful and I get cute?"

"Cute is not a bad thing," he said sipping from his cup "a lot of the greatest things in the world are cute, like raccoons."

"Raccoons? Seriously Davis, you are not making me feel better."

"You know what, come on." He gripped her hand and led her to the next room.

"What are you doing?"

"You are going to prove to me that there is a reason you made the team, and that the reason is not named Sawyer."

"You want me to dance?"

"Just get in there and shake your hips a little bit." Lydia laughed.

"You're insane you know that." Davis's smile just widened. Lydia gave him a defeated look and turned to make her way to the dance floor. She stopped quickly when the flash of orange hair caught her eye, more specifically the flash of messy brown hair next to the orange.

"Well, come on. Show me how non cute you are." Lydia felt sick; she quickly backed up and away from all the dancing couples.

"You know," she said holding up her cup "I think I could use a little more liquid courage." She spun on her feet and made a B line for the kitchen, leaving Davis to wonder what she was so afraid of.

Sawyer had already had a few too many drinks and it was staring to take its toll on her walking ability. She stumbled out the back door and sat on a small patio, trying to take in as much fresh air as she could. "Sawyer Scott," she looked up and saw the one and only Johnny Evans standing next to her.

"Johnny Evans," he took a seat beside her "where's your girl?"

"Couldn't make it, but I had heard that someone would be looking for me, so I made sure to come anyway." He smirked at her and gently bumped her should with his. Sawyer may have been a little drunk, but she still knew what was going on, he was flirting with her. This was Johnny Evans, she had been crushing on him since seventh grade, but then there was Jenny. Sawyer wasn't friends with her by any means, but hooking up with her boyfriend wouldn't just be breaking girl code, it would be smashing it into a million tiny little pieces.

"How much have you been drinking?" she asked, wondering if he was sober enough to know what he was doing.

"Let's just say I'm more sober than you."

"Yes, but I am plastered." He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I don't think you are." She looked into his eyes, god she wanted this, but she couldn't could she? How could he be doing this? He was supposed to be happy with Jenny, he must be drunk. Or maybe not, she would never know and this could be her only chance to hook up with Johnny. Slowly she moved in closer, he placed his forehead against hers. Sawyer's breathing became a little heavy, now or never she thought. She closed her eyes and began moving her mouth towards his.

"SAWYER!" Quickly both her and Johnny jumped back to see a very drunken Lydia standing behind them. "Hi best friend" she said. Lydia stumbled over to her, gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. "This party is awesome."

"Lydia, are you drunk?" Johnny asked, trying to steady her.

"Of course not, I'm perfectly fine. Now where's the keg?" Lydia made a quick run for the house, leaving Sawyer and Johnny alone again.

Sawyer could believe what she had almost done, or even the fact that she still wanted too. This was a bad situation and it was getting worse, she needed to get out of here.

"I don't feel very well." Sawyer said, rising to her feet, "I'm just going to go find a bathroom, I'll see you tomorrow at practice." She went back into the house, followed the hallway to the front door and stepped outside. She had come so close to getting what she had wanted, she just wasn't sure if it was what he wanted. She wanted him to want her back.

I have to piss, god I have to piss. This was all that was running through Jude's head as he made his way through the house, looking for the door that led to the bathroom. He quickly ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time and walked briskly down the hall until he found it. He tried to turn the knob, but it was locked, he knocked a few times, but there was no response. He was about to give up when he heard a small whimper. "Hello?" he asked.

"Go away." A small voice said. Jude knew the voice, it was only faint, but that voice had been a permanent fixture in his life since he was a kid.

"Lydia?"

"I said go away."

"Lydia, its Jude, open the door."

"I just want to sleep okay?"

"Open the door and I'll take you home so you can sleep in your own bed. How's that sound?" He waited for a moment but didn't get a response. "Lydia?" He let out a frustrated sigh, took his wallet from his pocket and removed his debit card. He shimmied it between the door and the lock before finally it swung open. There, lying next to the toilet was a passed out Lydia; she looked small even in the already tiny room. Jude sat down next to her and placed her head on his lap. He brushed the hair out of her face and pulled her buzzing phone out of her pocket. She had a text from Sawyer saying that she had decided to walk home. Jude placed the phone in his own pocket and carefully picked Lydia up off the floor. He carried her outside and laid her down in the back seat of the jeep, he then pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Davis.

"Jude, what's up man?"

"Found Lydia passed out in the bathroom, I'm going to take the car, drive her around until she's conscious enough to go home."

"My sweet little Lydia was passed out? That doesn't sound like her."

"I don't know what's going on with her; I'll talk to Sawyer tomorrow and see if she knows what's up. Can you find a way home tonight?"

"Yeah, sure man, no problem. Just get the girl home safe."

"I will."

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