So, I was really sick yesterday and a little today. I had nothing better to do, so I thought I'd update. This was kind of a filler chapter too, but the next chapter will be really juicy. Leave a review and tell me what you think!

PS. If it makes you have an anonymous review and says you already reviewed a chapter, you probably did, but some stuff got deleted. I think this is actually supposed to be chapter 5 or something. It'll fix itself eventually, probably by next chapter. Sorry about that!

"Chapter 3 – Bad Things"

"I don't know what you've done to me, but I know this much is true: I wanna do bad things with you. I wanna do real bad things with you." – Jace Everett

Tori

"I swear to God, Trina that I'll leave you here if you don't hurry up!" I hate how she always takes forever to get dressed; Beck's gonna be here any minute and Trina's gonna make us all late!

"Shut up!" she shouts down to me. "I'll be done in a minute!" I groan and roll my eyes as I fall back onto the couch. "You said that ten minutes ago!" I complain. I sigh and realize I'm going to have to find something else to do to bide my time while I wait for my obnoxiously annoying sister.

I look around for anything to occupy myself and I notice one of my mom's movies on the coffee table. Lately she's been going through this mystery/crime phase where she only reads suspense and mystery books. This week's pick is Dark Intentions by some guy whose name I can't pronounce.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I pick up the book. I flip to a random page and start reading.

So far, it's pretty good. It's about this girl who got married pretty young but apparently her husband who's like thirty years older than her was murdered and now all his money is going to her.

Then the doorbell rings. I scream slightly and the book falls from my hands. I quickly regain my composure and head to the door. I open it to see Beck standing expectantly at the door with a warming smile. "Ready?" he questions.

I gasp and reach for my pockets. My lock!

"Hang on just a second," I insist, closing the door in his face. I quickly rush up the stairs and clamor around in my room in search of my lock. I can't leave my lock here! I don't even know what it's for though…

Aha! It was hiding under my pillow the whole time.

"Trina!" I shout. "Let's go! Beck's here!"

Trina lets out an excited scream and I watch her run down the stairs in this really short red dress with a very plunging sweetheart neckline. Her red pumps are probably the most modest thing on her as she bounds down the stairs to greet Beck.

I quickly make my way down the stairs to find them both in the living room with Trina doting on him and giving him extremely flirty eyes. I roll my own eyes and grab Trina's wrist, leading her outside to Beck's car.

And then we're off.

Khloe

Oh my God! I can't believe Hillary Montague invited me to a party! I can't believe this! And, and, and she made Jade give me a lock! My mom told me about those kinds of parties. Oh my gosh, what if Beck has the key to my lock? I would just die if I got the chance to sleep with Beck Oliver! Oh, but who am I kidding? Everyone knows Hillary likes Beck and Hillary always gets what she wants. She's probably made it so that Beck has the key to her lock; with my luck I'll probably get someone like Robbie. But why would she invite him?

"Khloe come on!" my best friend Ryanna calls to me. I'm still in her room looking for something nice to wear. My family isn't the richest, so I don't have very nice clothes to wear for parties. I'm just glad Ryan and I have the same measurements.

"I can't find anything to wear!" I call back down to her. "You've got so much stuff to choose from." Ryan lets out an angered sigh and comes stomping up the stairs. "I swear I don't know what to do with you sometimes," she growls. She stops when she gets a look at me. "God, what are you wearing?" she exclaims. I look down at the red skirt I'm wearing under a baby blue top.

Ryan gives another annoyed sigh and heads to her closet. A few seconds later she emerges with a pair of faded skinny jeans and a pink peasant top blouse. "Put this on," she orders. I quickly do as I'm told and almost fall over trying to get the jeans on. My mother always told me to watch what I'm doing. But if I did that then I wouldn't be Khloe the Klutz…

"Great, put on the wedges and let's go!" she orders. "Andre and Robbie are all in the car and they're ready to go."

Robbie?

Oh shoot. I knew this was too good to be true.

I sigh and slip on Ryan's shoes. I walk with her down the stairs and my ankle gives way, causing me to stumble on the steps. I end up bumping into Ryan and we almost fall down the stairs. Luckily, she has more balance than I ever will and she catches us both by holding onto the railing.

She gives another exasperated sigh. "How is it you're such a great dancer but you can't even walk?" she questions. I blush and look away from her, hurrying down the rest of the stairs and into the car without another word.

Camille

I've been invited to one of Hillary Montague's infamous parties. Joy. The only problem? I have to take my "boyfriend" Jordan McAllister with me. No one calls him Jordan though; everyone calls him "Touch Down" because he always scores on and off the football field. I'll let you in on a little secret: I don't even like guys. I think they're the grossest things on the planet. If women didn't need them for procreation I'd say screw the lot of them and throw them all in a giant ditch or something.

So why am I "dating" Touch Down? It's simple, really; I don't want anyone to know I'm gay, so it would be the best idea to date the straightest guy I can think of. The best thing about Touch Down is that he's in college, meaning I don't have to see him every waking moment of every waking day. And when we actually are together, he doesn't try to "score" with me; he's probably cheating on me with some college girls (or other high school girls since they're in his particular taste range) but I don't care. As long as he helps me keep my façade up, I'm fine.

"Let's get this over with," I insist as I climb in Touch Down's car. He smirks. "What's your problem, Babe?" he questions. "It's a party! It'll be full of beer, bitches, and after hours stores that we can do whatever the hell we want in." He blows a kiss at me and I roll my eyes in disgust. "The sooner we get there the sooner we can leave," I spit venomously with my arms crossed. The only reason I'm going to this damn party is so Hillary doesn't blacklist me. I don't have a lot of time left in high school and I'd really rather not have it filled with whatever bullshit Hillary can come up with.

"You should learn to chill out, Cami Baby," he says. "We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight. If it makes you feel any better, you already know my key doesn't fit in your lock so whatever we're doing, it doesn't involve me." I smirk but refuse to look at him. He does have a good point there…

"I'll try to have fun," I tell him sarcastically. But knowing Hillary, fun is the last thing that's scheduled for me.

Darius

"Baby V let's go!" I call up the stairs. "Stop calling me that!" my cousin calls down the stairs. "It'll be fine if we're late!"

"We ain't gotta be that late, Ari!" Ariana's little friend calls up. I think his name is Homie or something stupid like that. He's the only one that can call Ariana by her real name; everyone else calls her Vixen. I can't stand that name though; it doesn't fit her if you ask me. I don't know what the hell she sees in him. He's a wannabe cholo who's failing in school. He's a goddamn womanizer that's never gonna get anywhere in life. I don't know why she wants to be his friend. But if he so much as tries to make a move on her at this party tonight, I swear to god I'll cut his pito off.

"I'm almost done!" Ariana calls down. A moment later she emerges at the top of the stairs wearing pink stilettos, a black Apple Bottoms jean miniskirt and a skin tight, strapless pink Hollister blouse that almost covers her entire skirt. Her long, curly black hair is up in its signature ponytail with her bangs parted to one side over her face. She's fifteen for Christ's sake; she shouldn't be wearing that shit.

"Damn, Lil' Mama, you lookin fine as hell," her dumbass friend compliments. I punch him in the arm, knocking him to the ground. "Don't talk to her like that, Dick Face," I snarl. "Cut it out, Darius!" Ariana orders as she makes her way down the stairs. "Stop picking on Homie and go get Trent so we can go."

I roll my eyes and push Homie out the door. I would've told Ari to change, but I hate hearing her mouth about how I treat her like a child. Well when you're only fifteen, of course people will treat you like a goddamn child.

"Trent!" I scream. "Get your ass in the car! We're going!" Trent appears from the kitchen with a bologna sandwich in his hands. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he announces with a mouth full of food. The four of us head out to the car and I drive us to the mall for whatever party the queen bitch has cooked up.

The only reason I'm going is because Homie was invited and he didn't want to go unless Ariana goes. I'll be damned if I let her go anywhere without me. I can't just leave Trent home alone either, so he has to come too.

Hopefully this party won't suck balls.

Nye

I pull up to the mall Little Miss Priss wanted us to meet at around 9:45. The only reason I'm here is for her. My gothic angel awaits me; as much as I dislike these bastards I go to school with, I honestly can't wait to be at this party if it means I can be with her.

I don't want to sound cocky, but I'm sure she's the reason I was invited to this stupid party. Why else would a bitch like Hillary Montague invite me of all people to her party?

There are only a few cars around when I get there, including the car with Jesse De Lorenzo and James Anderson that pulls up beside mine. Out of all the parking spaces in this goddamn lot, they have to park beside my car.

I get out and slam the door to my car, running my hand through my hair as I make my way into the mall. Jesse and James are right behind me and I hear them laughing about something. I guarantee they're laughing at me. Bastards.

Once inside the mall, I see everyone in the front lobby sitting around in a circle with music blaring loudly. There's smoke in the air and they're all laughing like retards. This Darius kid and his little friend sit with their backs facing the east wing with that Vixen chick and her wannabe gangsta friend beside her. I'm guessing Tori Vega and her sister Tiara or something like that sit with their back to the door. Camille sits beside Tori with her stupid college boyfriend sitting beside her. Andre and I'm guessing his girlfriend—I don't know what she is—Ryanna sit beside Jordan. Hillary's cousin Annabella sits by Ryanna with Beck sitting between her and Hillary.

Then, I spot her.

Jade sits with Hillary and she's leaning against Hillary, her beautiful face full of laughter as she passes a blunt to her friend Cat who sits beside Khloe on the other side of the wannabe gangster. She opens her eyes when the mall door beeps and she smiles widely. "Nye!" she exclaims in a high pitched voice. She gets up from the circle and practically knocks Tori Vega over as she runs through it to get to me. Everyone, including Tori, laughs as Jade knocks her down. "You made it!"

She wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me tightly. It shocks me at first, but I slowly reach my hands around her waist to hug her back. The smell of her body sparks a hunger inside me, wanting me to ravage her right here and now. "Did you really think I'd miss the chance at being with you?" I whisper in her ear. She starts laughing again and grabs me by my hand, running with me back to the circle.

She pushes Cat to the side to make room for me and someone passes the blunt my way. I take in a deep breath with the blunt in my mouth and keep the smoke in my lungs. I let it out in a slow, thin line of smoke and everyone hoots and hollers. I take another deep puff and pass the blunt back to Jade.

"Hi, Jesse," I hear Tori call dotingly. She ends up slurring her words a bit and falling all over him as he takes a seat between her and Camille. I start laughing and end up choking on the smoke. Everyone else starts laughing with me and I soon join in the fun.

After a few more minutes of the puff, puff, pass, Hillary stumbles to her feet.

"Okay," she announces with small giggles. "It's time for the real fun to begin!" She almost falls over and we continue to laugh at her. "Ladies, grab your locks and gentlemen, grab your keys." She puts a finger in her mouth and sexily sucks on it gently. "I know I will."

Then she bursts out laughing and we all laugh with her. None of us can take this shit seriously.

"So here are the rules," she begins again, "Boys, you've all got keys that will open one lucky lady's lock. Once you find your mistress, you have to take her to some part of the mall where you'll both fuck like rabbits!" She kicks up her legs and the boys start cheering. I'm guessing they got a panty shot, if the bitch even bothered to wear panties today.

"Some of you may not like who you're pared up with," Hillary continues, "So—because I'm nice—" We all try to stifle our giggles "—you don't have to spend the entire night with whoever you're paired with. You do, however, have to fuck your paired partner at least once or else. And trust me, I'll know who doesn't sleep with who." I grimace. That might mean I have to sleep with one of these whores before I get my chance with Jade!

"But after that, we've got the entire mall to do whatever the hell we want!" Again everyone cheers. Hillary claps her hands and raises her arms. "Everybody up," she orders. "It's time for the picking!"

We all stand and I search my pockets. Dammit, where did I put that key?

I breathe out relief when I find the key in my back pocket.

Annabella

Oh God, I'm nervous. Hill told me this is gonna be one of those parties. I…I don't have a problem with any of the boys here, but I don't want to sleep with any of them! God, what if I get Beck. If I have to sleep with Beck, Hillary will kill me! The only person I'd want to have sex with…There's no way in hell I'd get paired up with Cat.

There is some hope though…

Obviously, that Touch Down guy knew what a key party was and he made me take his key when Hill wasn't looking; he took my lock. Why he did that, I don't even wanna know. But hopefully I'll be able to get Cat's lock, hopefully.

I'm pretty sure Beck knows what a key party is too because I saw him switching keys with Robbie earlier. I think he knew Hillary would have something up her sleeves so she could sleep with Beck. If that's the case…she's in for a rude awakening.

Hillary makes the girls stand in a straight line, our shoulders next to each other, and the boys stand in front of us.

"Alright boys," Hillary starts, "Who wants to go first?"

We all stand in silence, but a couple of us giggle slightly. Hopefully my weed buzz will keep my Depression down a bit.

"Homie," Tori and Trina's weird cousin, steps up first. He stands in front of Hill and she laughs in his face. "Keep walking loser," she spits. He backs away from her slightly and we all snicker. He moves to Khloe, the girl two girls down from Hillary. He tries to open her lock, but it doesn't open. A few of the boys laugh softly and he moves to Vixen—at least, I think that's her name. She smirks at him as he tries to open her lock and her eyes widen once the lock opens.

Hillary claps her hands excitedly. "Our first couple," she exclaims in jubilee. She motions to the left with her head. "Go stand over there and wait." The two wordlessly do what they're told and Nye steps forward. I think I see sweat beading on his forehead, beneath all that bleach blonde hair of his, as he steps forward. He takes in a deep breath and walks over to Jade, keeping the breath locked in his lungs. With a shaking hand he presses his key into her lock and turns it slowly. The room floods with silence as we all wait. The unlocking clink of Jade's lock deafens us and Nye lets out the air he's kept in his lungs.

Hill smirks and holds out her hand to where Vixen and Homie are. "Away you go," she says sinisterly. The two walk hand in hand to take their place by Vixen and Homie.

Jesse steps up next. He's got this look on his face, like he's proud or something, like he knows who he's gonna get. He steps up to Tori—I knew he liked her—and jams his key into her lock. After a few moments of him fiddling with it, the lock doesn't open. Both of their faces drop and Hillary laughs slightly. "Try again, Jessup," she insists.

Jesse narrows his eyes at her and moves along. He looks over everyone's eyes to see who he would really get. His eyes land on Camille and he moves to her. A smirk spreads across his face as he saunters to her, like he knows something we don't. He gingerly places his key in Camille's lock and, within seconds, the lock opens. Camille throws her lock to the ground with a loud shout. "Goddammit!" she screams. With clenched fists, she storms off to stand with the other four, Jesse right behind her laughing the entire time.

Hillary stifles a laugh by placing her finger in her mouth again and Darius steps forward. He wastes no time and goes straight to Tori. When his key doesn't open her lock, he goes to Cat to see if his key will open her lock. I feel a pang of jealousy burning inside me and I push a lock of my waist-length black hair out of my face. When the lock doesn't open, I smile inwardly to myself. Thank God he didn't get her; thank God he didn't get her…

He goes over to Khloe to open her lock, but it doesn't open either. He skips over me completely and goes to Trina. He places his key in her lock and we all gasp when it opens. Both of them make disgusted faces and trudge to where the others are.

Trent steps up next and he first goes to Tori. He makes a noticeable effort not to look at Hillary, and I think he's the one she dated last year. He quickly tries to unlock Tori's lock and it opens as soon as the key is inside. She pouts slightly but the two go and stand with the others.

Andre steps up next and—no surprise—skips right over me. He also skips over Hillary because, let's be honest, no one really wants to choose her. He goes straight to Ryan and her eyes light up with hope. She used to tell me all the time how she had the biggest crush on him. He places his key into her lock and it opens! She lets out a small noise of appraisal and the two walk to the others. Good for her.

Beck steps up next with a dominant smirk on his face. Hillary waits with a proud smirk for Beck to come toward her. But when he skips over her and goes to Khloe—bad move, buddy—she practically loses it. Her body starts twisting with anger and when his key unlocks Khloe's lock and she lets out a shocked gasp, Hillary snatches Khloe's lock.

"No!" Hillary screams. "I was supposed to get Beck; not you! You little tramp, you ruined everything!" Khloe backs away and Beck steps in front of her. He takes Khloe's lock from her hands and crosses his arms with another smirk. "We don't always get what we want, Hill," he says. He wraps his arm around Khloe's shoulders and they walk to the others. She almost trips over her wedges, but Beck catches her. My weed buzz makes me want to die laughing, but I suppress it as best as I can.

And then there were six.

Robbie steps up next. He's really cleaned up for this occasion; he's straightened his hair, left his freaky puppet at home, and got rid of those silly glasses of his. He steps up to Cat with shaky hands and she blushes slightly. No, she can't like him! They can't have sex!

Lucky for me, his key doesn't open her lock. He moves to me, but I hold up my hands with the key in my right. "I don't have a lock," I state. Hillary looks at me with narrowed eyes. "What do you mean you don't have a lock?" she spits. "I gave you a lock earlier." I cross my arms. "I traded my lock," I answer. I can't rat out Jordan just yet.

Hillary closes her eyes and I can see her biting her lip in anger. Sheepishly, Robbie moves to her and unlocks her lock. Hillary's eyes shoot open and she screams loudly, throwing the lock to the ground. She turns around and starts running to Khloe, willing to rip her hair out. "You bitch!" she screams. "You did this! You stole Beck from me!" Lucky for Khloe, Beck and Nye manage to hold Hillary back and Robbie walks to them with his head lowered.

My breath hitches. It's down to me, Jordan, James, and Cat.

The tension is too much!

I grab Cat's hand with the lock in it and ram the key inside. I almost drop the lock and key when it opens. Cat gasps and a blush spreads across her face. An equally red blush rages across my face and we look to James and Jordan.

"What the hell is this?" Jordan shouts. "Why the hell am I paired with a guy?"

"Well why did you have a lock?" James counters.

That shuts Jordan up.

Hillary clears her throat and we all turn to her to see her arms crossed and her foot tapping angrily on the ground. "Alright," she says as she kicks a box of condoms toward James and Jordan; obviously Cat and I don't need them... "Everyone pick a store and—" She makes an audible gulping noise. "—get busy." Everyone turns to leave when she hastily adds. "Don't forget you can do whatever you want after you screw your partner! You can change partners if you want!" We all know this is directed towards Beck and he rolls his eyes with a scoff, his arm still around a blushing Khloe.

The Killer

Well, well. That was fun! Everyone got someone, though some got more than they bargained for and now the fun is about to start. Once everyone is alone, this will be so much easier for me to pick them off.

Oh god, what am I saying? I can't kill them!

Oh, but why not? The majority of them deserve it!

I…I don't want to kill them, but I wanna see them crawl. This is gonna be fun…

I'm trying to keep this story "short," but it doesn't look like it wants to turn out that way! Oh well. I hope I did all the OC's justice.