DISCLAIMER: SEXUAL ASSAULT AND DARK THEMES. DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SEXUAL ASSAULT. YOU CAN SKIP IT AND MESSAGE ME AND I WILL SUMMARIZE WHAT HAPPENED.

"Another one!" Montgomery yelled, watching Ophelia set down the shot glass she had just finished.

Ophelia shook her head quickly, waving her arms back and forth dramatically. "No..no...I've had enough..."

"C'mon!" Jessica cheered, setting down one more shot glass in front of her. Ophelia felt too out of it to be able to tell what it was. "Just one more Ophelia. I am the host of this party and I am requiring one more shot out of you." Jessica was slurring so badly Ophelia wondered how many shots she had taken already.

"I don't..."

The shot glass was shoved in her face. She wasn't able to tell by who. But Zachary could. He saw that it was Bryce who had picked the drink off the table and basically forced it onto her.

Zachary had been sitting across from Montgomery and Ophelia for over half an hour. He had to watch them make out for a straight seven minutes during their game of seven minutes in heaven, which some idiot had decided didn't require a closet.

So it had been easy for him to take a lot of drinks.

He didn't like Montgomery and Ophelia together. He never did. She was too good for him. She was too good for anyone at there school. If he was being honest, she was too good for anyone in the world. No girl could ever compare to her.

She was smart, beautiful, and talented. Why was she still here? In this ugly, small town. She was too good for it.

Montgomery stood up, and Ophelia moaned slightly. Zachary figures she might now be too drunk to even speak. She was swaying now. She looked like she was almost unconscious.

"Imma grab another drink" he said, "you want one, Brycey?"

"Nah. I'm good." Bryce said casually.

Montgomery muttered a quick "be right back" before leaving.

There was a girl and boy sitting beside Zachary. He couldn't figure out who it was. His vision was becoming blurry. But he could tell they both left.

It was the three of them now. Ophelia, Bryce, and Zachary. But Zachary wished it was just him and Ophelia.

Ophelia wasn't looking so good. She tried sitting up, but a rush of nausea and dizziness hit her. She fell against Bryce's shoulder.

"Well, hello" Bryce muttered. He moved his shoulder slightly.

Unable to physically lift herself due to her forced intoxication, she fell off his shoulder, head landing in his lap.

Bryce stilled. "Woah..."

Zachary watched him brush a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing her beautiful face to him and Zachary. Zachary wondered if it felt as smooth as it looked.

Bryce shot a glance at him. "What you think, Dempsey?"

Zachary didn't even notice Bryce spoke to him. This caused Bryce to smile. "You're out of it too, huh?"

Ophelia brought her arm up to rest under her head, unintentionally brushing against Bryce's lower member, which was now hardened.

He muffled a gasp. "What are you doing to me, O?"

Bryce ran his hand down her back, causing her body to shift at the new touch. Her head shifted slightly as well, brushing against him again.

He bit his lip. "You seeing this too, Zach?"

Again, Zach remained silent. He was just too focused on Ophelia, and caught up in the fact that she was here with Montgomery, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"You want some more?" Bryce asked. He shifted his hand lower than her back, bringing it over her butt. It felt nice to him. Firm. He had been wondering what it felt like. He'd been admiring it ever since Montgomery first brought her around him.

She flinched when he gave it a hard squeeze. The flinch, and the small groan she let out, only excited him more. Bryce spared a glance to the kitchen. Montgomery wasn't to be seen.

Bryce looked down at the girl in his lap, and slowly began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He picked up Ophelia's head slightly, and then dropped it on to his now fully erect self. Her head hit his firm self.

"Oh!" Bryce moaned. He regretted being so loud, but couldn't help it.

He gave Ophelia's butt another hard squeeze, and bucked his hips so that he could feel her head move against him again.

This time she yelped from his grip, her mouth opening and curling in pain. Bryce used his free hand to trace around her lips.

"You open that just for me?" he asked. He wondered what that mouth did. Montgomery said it did a lot.

Bryce dared to pull her head up again. This time, he lowered his underwear, and set her face back down. This time, feeling her skin on his naked member. Her cheek was against him. Her mouth facing away. He bucked his hips. Once. Twice. Then he gripped her hair and moved her head back and forth slightly.

"Stop it..." he heard her moan slightly. She had brought her hand up to her head to hold her hair where the pain was coming from.

It was her small, non-consenting pleas that made Bryce realizing where he was, and how many other people were there. Bryce looked at Zachary. But Zachary was still just staring at Ophelia.

"Fuck" he whispered. He pushed Ophelia further away from him. He grabbed his member, and was about to put it back in his underwear.

"HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Bryce was shook. He shoved everything back inside his pants, only second before he hit the floor. Montgomery has shoved him off the couch from behind.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Monty, wait-"

Montgomery pinned Bryce to the ground, then send a painful blow to Bryce's lower abdomen.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING KILL? YOU SICK FUCK? TOUCHING MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND?"

"Monty-"

Montgomery hit him again. And again. He wanted to hit him in the face, so that it would show. So that Bryce would know everyday not to fuck with him. But Justin popped into the room, grabbing Montgomery, and tearing him off of him.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

"It's not what you think!" Bryce yelled.

"What happened?" Justin asked.

"He was trying to face fuck my girlfriend!" Montgomery told Justin.

Justin mouth fell open in shock. "W-What?"

"It's not like that-"

"Then what the FUCK WAS IT LIKE!"

"She was coming onto me!" Bryce said. He was thinking of an excuse as fast as he could.

Montgomery got himself away from Justin and managed to land himself another blow to Bryce's stomach. "You son of a bitch!"

Bryce's mind was moving fast. But he found an excuse. "She thought I was you, man!"

Montgomery didn't seem convinced, but he hadn't tried to hit him again, so Bryce counted that as a win.

"What?"

"Look" Bryce tried. "She thought I was you. Your girlfriend pulled my pants off. I was just trying to get her off."

"Why the fuck should I believe you?" Montgomery demanded.

"Look man, I wouldn't lie to you" Bryce lied. He pointed at Zachary. "Do you think I wouldn't tried anything with Zach right here?"

Montgomery glances at Zachary. "That true, man?"

Zachary, unable to process what was going on, nodded. "Ophelia..."

Montgomery shook his head. He kicked the table that sat between the couches. It fell to its side, the side splitting.

"Gee, thanks. That's what Jessica wants to fucking wake up to" Justin said, slapping Montgomery on the arm.

"I literally don't give a fuck" he told him. Montgomery reached down and picked Ophelia off the couch, and threw her over his shoulder to carry her.

"I never want to see you even look at her again" Montgomery threatened.

Zachary saw Montgomery pick up Ophelia and leave. He opened his mouth to call out for her, but didn't know what to say. He could hardly remember what happened, and didn't know what anyone was talking about. He barely realized there was a broken table in front of him.

Bryce looked at Zachary. "Thanks."

When Zachary didn't respond, he rolled his eyes.

"Hopefully Justin won't make such a big fucking deal about it" Bryce muttered, before making his way upstairs.

"Do you remember what happened to me at Jessica's party?" Ophelia asked him.

Zachary said, "I told you what I know."

She asked, "But do you remember?"

Zachary sighed. He shook his head. "No."

"Then how do you know?"

"We all know" he explained.

"Who the heck is we?" she demanded.

Zachary actually didn't know exactly how many people knew, just the ones that had talked to him about it.

"Justin, Marcus, me, Bryce, Monty."

"But you saw it?"

Zachary looked down, embarrassed. "That's what they said. But I...I barely remember it. I mean I remember seeing you there. You with Montgomery. You next to Bryce. But I...I don't know what he did. What he really did."

Ophelia said, "He didn't do anything. Montgomery stopped him." She paused. "He said you were just watching. And that you didn't stop it."

Zachary was shocked. No way that was true. Right? No way he could have seen something like that and not acted. He wants to punch Zachary for being with her, he wouldn't have given up the chance to lunch Bryce for it.

"I don't know, Ophelia. I can't remember what I did."

Ophelia nodded. "I understand. I mean, I don't remember either. That's how wasted I got myself."

Zachary disagreed. He got himself wasted, but Ophelia was forced to drink more than she wanted.

"We're not supposed to talk about it" he told her, "Justin was just asking what I remembered, and I told him nothing, and he just told me what he saw. And Marcus just overheard. I promised I wouldn't out Bryce like that but...he's a fucking rapist, Ophelia. I don't want to be in his side."

Ophelia looked out the window of the car they were in. Zachary had driven Ophelia to Monet's after she got in the fight, but she was too upset to get out. She texted Montgomery where she was, but hadn't received a reply yet.

In all honesty, she didn't mind waiting for Zachary a little longer.

"I'm sorry I blocked your number" she finally told him, "but...Monty told me that you didn't do anything...that you just sat there and...I guess I thought you were more like Bryce after all."

"Ophelia I would never-"

"I know" she said, "I know that now."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"So you want to tell me where you learned to lunch like that?"

Ophelia giggled. "It was more of a slap."

"Still" he laughed, "I heard it from down the hall."

Zachary was glad Ophelia was smiling again. And he was glad that it was because of him.

She asked, "Zach, are we friends?"

What a dangerous question that was. He wanted to say yes, so that she knows he holds nothing against her, and that he'll be there for her if she needs someone. But he also wanted to say no. He didn't want to label himself as just her friend. But Ophelia started looking hurt that he didn't answer, so he nodded. "Of course we are."

"So you can't tell my mom about this."

He let out a laugh. "Yeah, no. I wasn't planning on it."

Ophelia stopped smiling when she said, "And...about Rep night...Hannah...she wasn't lying as much as I told you she was."

Zachary recalled what he heard on the tape about Rep Night.

"Did you guys actually do that?" he asked.

Ophelia said quickly, "I didn't want to-"

"I know you didn't" he assured her, "but...if Monty really did that, he should go to jail."

"Jail?" she asked. "I mean, I don't think it was right, but he doesn't deserve-"

"O, he basically kidnapped her-"

She said, "Zach, let me speak!"

He shut up.

"Because...I want to tell you why it happened. I need to tell someone why it happened."

Zachary waited patiently.

She began, "The night before Rep Night, Hannah spent the night-"

The passenger car door flew open. Montgomery stood just outside.

"What the fuck, Ophelia? What happened?"

Ophelia glanced at Zachary.

"Nothing" she said in a much calmer tone than Montgomery spoke in, "I'll explain in your car."