Winter Break is finally here and I cannot thank God enough for it! The only thing missing now is the snow! It needs to hurry up already! Anyways, it took a while, but chapter four is finally here! And I can not stress enough to ask you to please review!

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I sighed in contentment as I looked over at the raging waves of the ocean. In the dark and starry night, the water looked both amazingly beautiful yet dangerously intimidating at the same time. This environment seemed much better than the one I was at before. The noisy loud music was just making my head throb with pain while this relaxed me down. Not to mention how pleasureful it was to not have an empty stomach.

"Here, I'll go throw it away." Dylan motioned his hand to me. I gave him my empty bag of subway and he bundled it all up with his to go throw it away in the trash can that was twenty feet away from us.

When he came back, he took his seat back next to me on the sandy beach that, at the moment, felt more comfortable than a couch. God, this is such a perfect place to be at. It actually helped me forget about the whole moving here and shit that I didn't want to be bothered with at the moment.

"You like it here, don't you?" His smooth voice distracted me out of my thoughts. I glanced over to see that he was looking at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Of course I like it here. Who wouldn't?" I answered, turning back towards the water. My hair flew in a graceful motion and tickled my neck. I still can't believe that I just left a party with a guy whom I barely knew. Sure, other girls would kill to have this moment with a celebrity but for me, it was different.

"I thought so," He shrugged and turned his attention back to the water as well. "You seriously seemed out of place there."

"I'm really not into alcohol and sexual dancing." I admitted. What was I to hide anyways? It was true. How was getting totally wasted to such an extent that you didn't even know what you were doing and waking up naked in an an unknown place with a stranger fun? If you asked me, they were just add-ons to the list of regrets you would have in the future.

"How'd you know Eric though?" He then asked all of a sudden.

"Well, he's in my history class and I just met him today." I answered truthfully. Now why would he ask me that out of nowhere?

"Oh," He said, " Did you come to the party with him?"

"You mean like as in a date?" I questioned, cocking my eyebrow. He nodded. "I thought he had a girlfriend."

"Yeah, but only like for two days. He is known for banging girls here and there so that's why I was asking." He said, playing with some sand in his hand.

"Really?" I asked, sort of shocked. "He does't give that type of a vibe. He seemed pretty nice."

"How else do you think he seduces girls?" Dylan asked sarcastically, narrowing his eyes. "He gives them the whole nice image and that they could trust him only so he can trick them into bed."

Wow, what a prick. No wonder I didn't really like being around him that much. Guess my sixth sense was ahead of me. But then, why would I believe Dylan?

"But why are you telling me all of this?" I asked.

"I don't know," He simply shrugged. " Just to warn you to stay away from him I guess. I wouldn't like you to be his victim too."

"Yeah?" I raised my eyebrow, smirking. "Why is that?" I craned my neck to look at him.

"Would you like it if someone tried to use your friend?" He questioned. I blinked, did he just call me his friend?

"So now I'm your friend?" I asked.

"Of course." He shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I don't buy food to just anyone. Plus, you're new here and literally live right next to me, you can use a friend." He winked and flashed his smile.

"You make me sound like a pity case." I made a face.

"Isn't that what you are?" He grinned. I grabbed a fistful of sand and launched it at his face, making him get up immediately, trying to get it off.

"Pffff!" He spitted out some of the sand from his mouth as I laughed. "Ugh, my eyes."

"That's what you get for believing that." I pointed my finger at him.

"God, you're so unpredictable, " He exclaimed as if I didn't know that already. "Makes me rethink whether I want to be your friend anymore."

I snorted. "Like I need your friendship to live my life."

I then froze. Friendship..friend...Bree. Oh fuck. How could I leave her there unattended in her wasted state? I stood up and started pacing back and forth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Escaped my mouth at a non-stop speed.

"Well, if you're so sure, we can always go in the car." Dylan joked, snorting a laugh as I aimed at his arm for making that dirty joke.

"Shut the fuck up and take me back to the party!" I demanded, panicking at the thought of what the drunk guys at the party could be possibly be doing with her right this moment.

"Are you sure that you-"

"Now!" I yelled. He raised his hands up in surrender.

"Ok, Ok, master. Calm the fuck down and lets' go." He said, walking towards where his car was parked, which wasn't that near by the way since we were sitting really close to the water.

I ran up to his back and pushed him. "Faster, dumbass!"

"Seriously?!" He exclaimed. I pushed/ran us back towards the car and we were on our way back in no time.

"Why are we going back there again?" He asked, now being the fiftieth time. "I thought we were having a nice date there at the beach." He grinned again.

"Dylan, enough with your stupid jokes," I groaned. "And can't you drive any faster?!"

"Wha- there's a fucking speed limit!" He answered back. "May I ask where you got your license from?"

"I don't have one," I said, a little embarrassingly. Everyone had their permits, except me. "Now, shut up and drive."

"I am driving." He said, as we came across a red light. "Why are we going back there again?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I left a friend there, that's why."

"That's it?" He asked.

"She is totally wasted and I should have stayed there to keep an eye on her. I don't even wanna think about what she might have gotten her wasted ass into." I babbled, placing my head on my forehead as my elbow rested on the car door.

"Oh, what a terrible friend you are!" Dylan said.

"That doesn't help, ok?" I said, not kidding around. I did feel really bad at the moment. What if something had happened? She would never talk to me ever again.

"Hey," Dylan interrupted my thoughts. "Don't worry. Everything is probably alright, OK?"

I nodded and he drove into the street of the house that the party was held at. He parked the car and we made our way there. Strangely, the music was not playing anymore, but as we came nearer, we could here people yelling "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT"

By this time, we ran in there only to hear sounds of smashing and breaking glass over the yelling of the people. What was going on? Dylan made his way through and I followed him. As we stepped ahead, I could make out two figures neck to neck. Two guys seemed to be in a pretty immense fight and it just so happened that one of them looked a lot like Dylan. Cole. His twin brother. Dylan immediately stepped into the fight and tried to pry the two away.

"I'll fucking kill you, you motherfucker!" Cole yelled at the top of his lungs, his nerves popping out along his jawline. Never had I ever seen such an anger on a guy before. Dylan held him by both of his arms as he tried to lunge on the other guy again, who was already drenched in his own blood.

"Cole, leave him. Let's get out of here!" Dylan yelled over the people.

"Let me go!" Cole pushed Dylan away and jumped again on the guy, throwing immense punches mercilessly. By this time, the crowd had gone beyond wild and a lot of people were making a video of it. Uh-oh, I don't think that this would serve as a good reputation for Disney actors.

Dylan, who seemed enraged himself by now, went back to Cole and pried him off of the guy. Grabbing the guy's collar with one hand while keeping Cole away with the other, he pushed the guy into the crowd to give him a chance to escape.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Cole yelled at him.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Dylan yelled back at him.

"You don't know what that son of a bitch tried to do!" Cole yelled. "He tried to fuck my girl!"

"What?!" A shocked expression formed on Dylan's face. "Bree's here? Where is she? Is she ok?"

That's when I remembered Bree. I frantically looked around but couldn't spot her anywhere. I turned back to the twins. Was Cold dating Bree? Why didn't she tell me? Fuck that, it didn't really matter right now.

"She's upstairs crying her heart out." Cole yelled as the twins argued.

"And you left her there?!" Dylan said, walking towards the stairs only to be stopped by Cole.

"No," Cole said. "She isn't-she-he ripped her clothes." He choked, swallowing. His eyes glistened, either with tears due to the anger or grief, it was hard to tell. Dylan stopped in the middle of his tracks.

I decided to step up.

"Dylan," He looked over at me. "I'll go check on her."

"Thank you." He nodded.

I nodded back and made my through the crowd of people. I climbed the stairs up to see that the hallway of rooms was dark. All the doors were closed and I cursed under my breath. How am I going to find her? I walked through the hallway, passing doors when I came across a sound of crying. A girl's crying. Peeking in, I found Bree bawled up in a corner, crying her heart out. A knot formed in my throat as I barged in and closed the door.

She flinched and looked up.

"Bree..." I made my way up to her and engulfed her in a hug. She was crying hysterically. Her dress was completely ripped from the top and I remembered her telling me that she didn't wear a bra with it. She was covering herself with her arms. I quickly took off my jacket and gave it to her, zipping it all the way.

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed. "I shouldn't have left you alone!" I was about to cry too now, which was weird since I'm not the crying type.

Bree shook her head. "No, it wasn't your fault." She choked the words out.

"Are you Ok though. Did that bastard-"

"No," She cried. "I didn't even know what was happening up until he forced me into the room and started touching me inappropriately. I started screaming when he completely ripped the top of my dress. But then Cole came in."

"Thank God..." I whispered. "Come on, let's get out of here." I motioned and she wiped away her tears, nodding and standing up.

"Thanks for the jacket and for helping me." She whimpered. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"You're making me feel worse by saying that. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't left-"

"Stop saying that." She interrupted. "Let's get out of here. I don't wanna spend another second at this party."

I nodded and grabbed her arm, leading her out. She seemed to be in a miserable and weak state that made me feel terrible. I wished that Cole had just killed that guy right there.

As we walked down the stairs, I could feel the eyes of people on us. I was thankful to find the twins making their way over to us. Cole immediately engulfed Bree in a tight hug as she started crying again in his shoulder.

"Shh, baby, Its ok. You're fine." He smoothed her.

Dylan came over to me. "Thanks in advance again. Really means a lot."

"She was the friend I was talking about." I told him.

"You and Bree?"

I nodded.

"Oh, didn't know you two were friends." He said. I looked around to find people still staring at us. It all really made me feel uncomfortable, especially now that I wasn't wearing my jacket. My dress didn't exactly scream SLUT but the top wasn't that covering either. I moved my hair up in the front and was thankful that they did a good job at covering. Dylan must have noticed my uneasiness.

"Hey, you know we should leave." He suggested. Cole looked up and nodded. He turned his gaze to me and thanked me.

"No problem." I answered.

"I'll drive Bree home. I wanna spend some time alone with her, if you guys don't mind." He said.

"Oh no, it's fine. I'll take Aria home, you go with her." Dylan spoke for the both of us.

"Thanks bro," He patted him on the shoulder and gave me a small smile before leading Bree out, shooting daggers with his eyes at the crowd along the way.

"Come on," Dylan grabbed my hand and led me out as well.

Over two thousand words, weren't easy to write, but after four hours, finally did it. But that's all for chapter four. Hope you liked all the drama and shit. Review, or die. Jk, just review! :)