Chapter 3

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Summer POV

There are five keys points for living in Newport Society and remaining popular.

Three out of five of those points involve the party scene.

Drink and get drunk

Hook up

Lie about it later

So I do the right thing. I dress myself in appropriate beach party attire, a skimpy bikini and shorts and do my hair. And I allow Brad to bing me to the party and put the first glass of beer in my hand.

Normally, I don't drink, I mean I used to at parties all the time, but after seeing what happened to Coop in TJ and not going to these parties with Cohen, I kinda gave it up. But, every time I think of Cohen I take another sip of whatever alcoholic beverage is shoved int my hand, and well, the pain sorta goes away.

An unidentifiable amount of colored plastic party cups later and I am beyond tipsy and Brad's water polo friends have egged him into trying to sleep with me.

If I hadn't had quite so many drinks, I may have seen through his motives before I was trapped in Holly's bedroom, with Brad trying to pull the skimpy top off my body.

"What the hell?" I scream as I push the horny asshole off of me.

"Come on, Summer. Don't you wanna?" He asks as he resumes his efforts to tear the clothes off of my body.

"Eww! No. Get off of me!" I scream as I try to push him off of me, but he's strong. Like way stronger than Cohen; he might even give Chino a run for his money.

But luckily, I am able to bring my knee up into his groin and he recoils with a groan.

I hurriedly make my way out of the room as I hear him yell out after me, "Go ahead run back to your dork, no one wants you anyway!"

Running out of the house, the world becomes a bit hazy, maybe because of the beer, or maybe because of the tears.

I hate this, I hate not being popular, I hate having to fight off rich boys who want to sleep with me. I miss Cohen.

Walking to my car, I realize that it's not here, seeing as Brad drove us over here.

I can't call Marissa, she's probably more drunk than I am. Daddy and the Step-monster aren't home. And all my "friends" are inside partying, no one's here to take me home. Damn it, what do I do?

As I sit on the front steps of Holly's house, I realize that I only have one option, and I am reluctant to take it, but I have three dollars in my wallet and no way to get home. So I do the one thing I swore to myself I would never do.

"Hey, Cohen, can you drive me home?" I ask into my cell phone when his groggy voice answers,

"Summer? I'll be right there."

I hear the click of the line going dead, and I wait.