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The previous night

Casey was glad that Bridget Moss's house was only a ten minute walk from her own. There was no need to ask for directions since the Moss house was once more of a home to her than her own back a million years ago. In no time she arrived to the mansion that was a replica of the one she grew up in, which she didn't want to think about. With its brick structure and white windows, it reminded her of an old building. It was a typical high school party, but not like the ones you see in American Pie. There weren't people passed out on the lawn, but there were empty red cups. The music was blasting so loudly, so loud Casey could hear the bass drops. The cops would be here in a good hour, she predicted. As she walked into the house, it was apparent that the party was in full swing. There were kegs everywhere with people grinding in the middle of the room and other random people making out all over the house.

As she walked over to one of the kegs to grab a beer, a guy who was standing next to it turned to her and smiled and she smiled back. As she was about to pour the brown liquid into her red cup, the guy she smiled at got in her way and blocked the keg from her.

"What's the password?" said the guy, with his arms cross and a smug look on his face

"I didn't realize there was one." Casey said with smirk. Normally guys like this she would completely ignore since they were these complete dicks who would act all mysterious just to get into your pants. But tonight, she didn't care. She wanted to have a good time and this guy was certainly cute. He was tall, tan, and had jet black hair. He had to be a jock with muscles like that. He had to be in college, maybe Bridget was actually right about guys from Duke showing up.

"Well I guess you can get by, I make exceptions for pretty girls." He said, grabbing her cup and filling it for her

God this guy was trying way too hard Casey thought while she took a sip of her beer "You probably say that to every girl you see."

"Maybe, but this time I actually mean it." and then he stuck out his head "I'm Alex,"

"Casey,"

"You got a last name Casey?"

"I do, but you'll never find out."

Alex, the guys name, rolled his eyes "Fine then, will you dance with me to make it up to me?"

"I suppose," shrugged Casey and before she knew it was in the middle of the room, grinding this guy Alex guy to some Lil Wayne song with a beer in hand. His hands were all over her, but she didn't care. She liked having a hot guy admire her like this. She had something that the guy wanted.

On the edge of the room, Bridget Moss stood there with her sidekicks, also known as her best friends, Kendra Hazelton and Holly Remington. Bridget had been dancing all night with some guys from school as well as some hot guys from Duke. Most of the guys were hookup material, but she didn't feel like bedding some guy she didn't know until she got drunk. She was determined to have a good time tonight.

"Hey Bridge, look who's grinding one of those guys from Duke. And do you see her outfit? This isn't some Drake music video" said Holly, pointing to Casey and Alex

Bridget turned to where Holly was pointing and rolled her eyes, but secretly inside she was glad Casey showed up and didn't blow her off like she figured she would do, "Who cares what she's doing? I didn't have this party to monitor what Casey Scott does at it."

"She probably only came here to get some free beer, you know how Scott's like their booze." Kendra said

"Did anyone ask you to comment, Ken?" Bridget asked in a icy tone. Holly and Kendra may be her best friends, and Casey may not be her friend anymore but gave them no right to say shit about Casey. They didn't know anything that happened to Casey when they were kids, so their assumptions were stupid and wrong.

After the song was over, Alex and Casey stopped dancing; Casey finished her third beer and was a mixture of tipsy and buzzed. No wonder Nathan was always drinking, this numbness she felt was awesome, like all the pain she experience wasn't there anymore and she was free. She could still perfectly ear, when Alex whispered to her "Do you want to go upstairs and chill?"

Casey smiled and nodded and took his hand as he led her up the stairs. It took them a while to find an unoccupied room since everything was hooking up at this party and when they did, Alex crashed his lips into Casey's and before she knew it, they were on some bed making out. Casey deemed that this Alex guy was certainly a good kisser. He tasted like beer and mints, but smelled like sweat and lots of cologne. Alex's kiss wasn't soft or sweet but rough and demanding, as if he was saying want want want, over and over again. After a few minutes of this, Alex began to pull up Casey's shirt a little, but Casey quickly pulled it back down again.

"Hey come on, I thought you wanted to have fun?" asked Alex

"Not that much fun," Casey replied. She may be tipsy, but there was no way in hell was having sex with this guy, she didn't know anything about him besides his name. She wasn't that kind of girl.

Alex ignored her and this time more roughly, pulled up her shirt. As Casey tried to pull it back down again, Alex's hand grabbed her hands and forced them down on the bed so she couldn't move them.

"Stop! Let go of me!" Casey yelled, fear instantly was inside her as she realized no one at the party could hear her due to the blasting music.

"Shut the hell up, we're just having fun. Take the stick out of your ass and have some fun." Alex said in a harsh whisper, and his nice guy persona went out the window

As Casey struggled, Alex got stronger and stronger, making it almost impossible to get away from him. Tears formed around her eyes as she realized that this guy wasn't going to stop and this was happening to her, the stuff she watched in Law and Order: SVU to innocent teenage girls. She refused to be one of those girls.

"Someone help!" she screamed, and Alex quickly covered her mouth with one of his hands. All of the sudden the door quickly opened and smacked against the wall. Alex quickly got off her, and looked at who was "cock blocking" him. "What the hell man, didn't you see the door was closed?" yelled Alex

The light from the hallway quickly cascaded on the dark figure, which pretty much save Casey, from horrible things happening to her. It was Quentin Fields.

Quentin ignored Alex, and walked over to him and punched him hard in the face that made a loud smack, which had to be bone. Alex was on the floor out cold. Casey just stood next to the bed in shock of what happened and what could of happened. Quentin turned his attention to Casey, "You okay?" That was a stupid question.

Casey just nodded because now she was okay, since Alex wasn't forcing himself on her anymore. Quentin could see the scared look on her face and grabbed her hand and led her out into the hall, down the stairs, and out the door.

People didn't notice what happened upstairs or what could have happened. But one person did see Quentin holding Casey's hand as they walked out the door. Bridget Moss just stood there in shock as she saw Q and Casey leave together. Bridget was confused on why Casey jumped guys so quickly and angered soon formed inside her. Casey knew she liked Quentin as she made it clear, but Casey still went for him. All the attempts to be her friend went out the window as Casey use Bridget's party for some free beer and to get the guy Bridget wanted. She knew this was war and Casey Scott would not make it out alive.

As Quentin and Casey drove away from Bridget's house, Casey was silent and her face was emotionless. Quentin keep looking back and forth from the road he was driving on and her. He keep opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He didn't know what to say.

"Who was that guy?"

Casey turned to him "Some guy named Alex."

"He your boyfriend?"

"No, I only knew him for an hour. He was just someone I was going to hook up with."

"I thought you weren't into that kind of stuff, you've turned me down enough times." He said with a smile

"You're attempt to make jokes sucks, especially now." Casey said in a bitchy tone

"You're welcome," he said sarcastically

"Excuse me?" Casey said, her anger began to rise due to how rude Quentin was being.

"You heard me. You could at least say thank you."

"Sorry I was too busy getting over the fact I was almost raped."

Quentin sighed and pulled over and looked to where they were, the Rivercourt. Of course they were here.

"Look I'm sorry, I don't know how to react after that whole thing back there. It was I just I was looking around for a room to lay down in, but instead I saw some guy on top of you, and you had this scared look on your face. I put two and two together and all I wanted to do was get him off you."

"Lay down?" Casey snorted "You lay mean lay down with some cheerleader."

"Nah that was an hour earlier,"

Casey laughed "I should've known." She then looked down at the floor; she hated owing someone "Thank you for rescuing me back there. Bad stuff would've happened if you didn't walk in."

"Yeah well I'm glad it didn't."

"Me too,"

Just out of curiosity, Casey looked around Quentin's car. Her Uncle Keith once said "You'll never know what you find in a person's car" and from then on she was always curious what lied in people's cars. Before she could get a good look at the car, she noticed the twelve pack of Bud Light in the backseat. She could really use a beer right now.

"Can I have one?" asked Casey, then gesturing to the Bud Light. Quentin nodded and reached into the backseat and grabbed a beer for him and Casey. She use to hate beer, not only the taste but the way it mad people act. How it changed their entire personality, most of the time for the worst. She remembered when she was a kid that she made a pledge to herself to not ever drink beer. That pledge went out the window as soon as she realized why it was so appealing to people. In the next hour Casey and Quentin drank all the Bud Light. They were both instantly drunk and not acting like themselves. Quentin proposed they play a game of 20 Questions, and Casey obliged. Casey knew this game would be interesting since drunken people always tell the truth.

"So I didn't know you were into parties? I haven't seen you at any of them this year."

"That's because I pretty much hate everyone I go to school with."

Quentin let out a whistle "Wow, you sure are honest."

"It's true though. Everyone at Tree Hill High care about petty things like dances and when the next basketball game is."

"Says the girl whose family is made up of one big basketball dynasty," Quentin pointed out

"Which we will not be talking about," Casey added

"Fine then, if you hate everyone in school, do you hate Bridget?"

"You can't really hate Bridget, you can find her annoying sure, but hate her? Impossible."

"So what's the deal then? She said you two use to be best friends."

"Yeah a million years ago, People change."

"How so?"

Casey rolled her eyes "Listen dude, if you think I'm talking about my issues, you're high. I may be drunk, but I don't share my life story. If you want to know it, ask anyone who lived in Tree Hill for more than a decade, they can gladly fill you in." she said bitterly

Quentin held his hands up in defense "Forget I said anything. How about we steer away from this depressing shit and have some fun?"

Casey snorted "Fun? In Tree Hill? Fat chance,"

Quentin laughed "Good point. I have been thinking about getting a tattoo. Want to come with me?"

"At 1 am? I highly doubt any tattoo place would be open."

Quentin smirked "For the average person maybe. But I know the guy who owns True Tattoo; he's there till like 2 every night. He'll give me one if I walked in."

"Connections with a guy who owns a tattoo parlor, Classy," Casey said sarcastically

Q was right when he said the guy who owed True Tattoo was there late. He let us right in and quickly started on Q's tattoo. He looked like you're average guy who owned a tattoo parlor. He has tattoos all over his body, with spiky black hair as well as piercings galore. Casey wondered if they all hurt.

"Does it hurt?" asked Casey

Quentin shrugged as he looked at the bottom of his forearm, where his tattoo was going; he was getting a tattoo of his jersey number, his lucky number.

"Not really, it feels weird." Quentin said then looked at her suspiciously "Why? Are you thinking about getting one?"

"Maybe, I think they're cool. And I have an idea what I would get."

"What's that?"

"I want it to say Le Dolce Vita, it means the sweet life."

"Get it then,"

"I don't have any money."

"Quentin turned to the guy who was doing his tattoo. "Hey Chris, when you're done with me, do hers." he said gesturing to Casey "It's on me."

"Q..."

"Just do it, if you don't get it now, you never will."

Casey thought about this. She always wanted a tattoo and what's the worst that could happen? Haley flips out? It's not like she or anyone else could do about it." She smiled at Quentin

"Why not? Schedule me right after Q."

A hour later and it was already 3 am. Quentin's tattoo was done as well as Casey's. She got "Le Dolce Vita" on the side of her body and a couple inches below her breasts. It did certainly hurt, but the pain felt somewhat good, as horrible as that sounded. They drove back the Rivercourt once they were done just sitting there, finishing their beers just talking. It had been some night.

"This has been the most eventful night of my life." Quentin said honestly

"I know right? The night started out with the creepy Alex guy all over me and ending with me getting a tattoo with you."

"Who knew you would spend an entire night with me, without getting mad or yelling at me."

"Yeah well, you're not so bad anymore." Casey said honestly

"I'm not that bad."

"You can be a complete dick. Haley told me what you did on her first day of teaching. Total dick move," Casey was referring to Quentin getting the whole class to conspire against Haley and do nothing she said. On top of that he pretty sexually harassed her

"I'm not that guy anymore."

"Prove it,"

Casey could feel Quentin thinking. Like he was deciding on what he should do. He still caught her off guard when he reached over and kissed her lightly on the lips. As a second reflex Casey closed her eyes and kissed back. Quentin soon pulled away, just sitting as if he was waiting for Casey to either slap him or kiss him back.

"If this happens, no strings attached. Okay?" Casey whispered. She didn't have romantic feelings for Q, but the fact that she was drunk and he saved her hours earlier made him very appealing to her. Quentin looked at her and smiled. Now that he got permission to kiss her again he did. The kissing got more intense as the minutes dragged on. Somehow and Some way, they both ended up in the backseat of Quentin's car with his shirt off and her bra barley on. For the first time, Casey let go of the control of what was happening. She just wanted things for once run its course and hope that they turn out for the better.

The Next Day

The sun was bright that next morning, so bright that it woke Casey out of a deep sleep. A pounding headache was quickly thrown at her like a truck, which disabled to her sight for a good minute. The headache was still there, stupid hangovers she thought, but she now could see where she was. She was in some car, a car that was her own, and Quentin Fields asleep right next her. She was soon horrified when she realized they were both naked, with a blanket both covering them. She blinked multiple times, thinking this was a nightmare she would soon wake up from, but nothing changed. What horrified her even more was the tine. 8 am.

"Oh my god!" she screamed

"That's the second time I've heard that today." Quentin said with a smirk on his face, now awake

"Shut the hell up Fields, what happened last night?" she asked

Quentin sat up, he looked confused. "You don't remember anything from last night?" He sounded hurt

She began to think. She remembered everything about the party, the Alex guy, and what could've happened. She remembered talking with Q in the car and drinking, but that was it.

"I remembered up until we started drinking in here." she said then felt a pain on her side. She quickly got a look to see what was causing this pain and saw black writing on her body, she got a tattoo.

"Holy shit, a tattoo? What did you do to me?" she asked horrified.

Quentin was shocked "Me? You wanted it!" he defended

I did? she thought. What the hell happened to her last night? Then she realized what was more important here. She was naked so was Quentin. She had sex with Quentin Fields. The memories that felt like dreams started coming back to her. Them making out like crazy, him on top of her, the pain she felt down there that was to be expected. It wasn't suppose to happen that way. It was suppose to happened when she was older and when it was with a guy she actually liked. Quentin would forever be just a fuck buddy or that guy she didn't like, but lost her virginity to. She could feel the tears form around her eyes, she refused to cry in front of him, in front of anyone.

"Did I want to sleep with you too? Or did you feed me some more alcohol so I was so drunk I was willing to anything?" she demanded. It wasn't Q's fault, only hers. She just needed someone to take her anger out on.

"I would never do that to you or anyone else and you know it. I'm not like that guy at the party." he defended angrily but then stopped with a shocked look on his face "Wait, so you're basically telling me you're a virgin?"

"Well not anymore," Casey said bitterly. Quentin was shocked, Casey Scott was in no way the virginal type, and he just took her V-card. Then it dawned on him, something so scary it would keep him up at night. He just took his basketball coach's little sister's V-card. If he ever found out, he would be dead.

"I have to go; Haley and Nathan are going to kill me! Shit!" she said, angry at herself, while getting herself dressed, not caring if Q saw her, there was no point anymore. Once she was finished she ignored Q's pleas that he would drive her home and just started walking. When it was safe to say she was all alone on her way to her house, she began to cry. She had sex with a guy she didn't like and barley remembered it. She was just like her family members and the mistake she made. To her horror, she was another Scott who caused a lot of scandal in the making.