A/N: So I know that some of you want me to make Hadley less mean but she just guards her heart to the extreme and is actually very afraid of getting her heart broken. You'll see her true colors showing through soon.

Hadley's Point of View

My eighth period teacher rambled on to end. Hurry up already, I thought as I looked up at the clock on the wall. Three minutes left until the bell would ring and I could get the hell out of this hell hole. I started to slowly slide my textbook and notebook off my desk and into my backpack. I zipped up bag up just before the bell sounded and I made my mad dash for the door. I quickly grabbed my skateboard out of my locker and slammed it shut before running out of the school. If I was lucky I would be able to skateboard home before Embry got here. I had to get home and explain to my parents that I would be staying the night at a friends house and I really didn't want Embry breathing down my neck. Crap, he's here. I sighed and walked toward his truck.

"Hey Hadley, how was school?" He smiled like he was the happiest fricking person in the world.

"Just get in and drive." I said with my monotone. He did as I commanded and we rode to my house in complete utter silence.

He smoothly pulled up in front of my house and turned off the ignition. Embry stared down at the stirring wheel and nervously rubbed his hands on it. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Hadley, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out on like a real date… with me tonight." He said slowly bringing his eyes up to meet mine. "I mean it doesn't have to be anything special or fancy." I felt a tug at my heart, like instinct telling me to say yes but everything else in me was saying no. Part of me said he really does like me while the other part said he just wants to get in my pants. I felt my guard slowly going down and for some extremely bizarre reason I just wanted Embry to be close to me. I wanted to sit by him and not have to be so, well, guarded. I quickly chucked that thought out the window and looked up at Embry.

"I can't, I'm to go hang with some people from school tonight." I quickly said in a voice more mean then usual.

"Oh… Maybe another time." He said. Awkward alert. I unbuckled my seatbelt.

"Thanks for taking me home though." I said quietly looking down at the ground before climbing out of his truck and walking up to my front door.

"Hey honey," My mom said waaay too happy for my taste as I walked through the door and into the living room. "I just scheduled an appointment with this new therapist in town. You're appointment is on Sunday. I think you'll like this guy. He sounds nice." My mom smiled.

"Lovely." I said sarcastically as I plopped down on the couch. "Tonight I'm going to go spend the night at a friend from school's house. A few other girls are going to be there too."

"That's great Hadley! I'm so happy you're making friends." She smiled at me.

"Thanks mom."

Fast Forward

I'm here. Tiffany texted me. I grabbed the small bag that had my stuff in it and headed out the front door. Tiffany drove a big black Hummer. I didn't expect her to be the Hummer type. I sat in the back seat with Taylor and Ashley. While Tiffany drove and Jessica sat in the passenger seat. They were all wearing what I called slut wear. Taylor wore a pair of black fringe hot pants, a black fishnet top showing her black bra underneath, hooker boots, her blonde hair was dead straight and her eyes held waaay too much make up. Ashley wore a pair of jeans and what looked like one of the those sweaters that tied in the front but was made out of some slinky black material. She didn't wear an undershirt and I doubt a bra either. It looked like her boobs were about to fall out the sad excuse for a shirt. I couldn't really see what Jessica and Tiffany were wearing but from were I was sitting I could tell that whatever Tiffany had on it was black and glittery with tons of mesh cut outs.

"Here, put this on." Jessica said handing me a pair of black leather hot pants and a black shirt that looked like a bikini top and black strappy heels. We looked like prostitutes. I sighed and quickly changed. I'll have to sure to not stand on any corners tonight.

"Here let us do your make up." Taylor and Ashley said as they turned to face and pulled out a bunch of eye make up. I begrudgingly let them apply the whore paint to my face. It was about seven when we parked and went into the club. We had to go the back entrance to get in without being carded though. And thus starts my night of bad decision making.