Adam Remington was only the hottest guy she knew; the hottest, coolest, sexiest and most popular guy that Abby had ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on. It was a Friday night, she would have stayed home if it was any other day, maybe she'd go over to a friend's house, or to a party of some low caliber. Not this Friday. This Friday Adam Remington had asked her to hang out with him. Of any of the girls in Newport, Adam Remington had asked her. Adam was a sophomore at Harbor High; she was an 8th grader at Harbor Junior High.

She had met him at some thing that she'd attended with her parents and Seth. Seth was a year older than him but oddly enough he had known him, even though Seth was really not very cool at all, at least at school. They exchanged pleasantries, the usual, a conversation about the weather and the mindless drivel in the context of where they were but other than that there hadn't been much of an exchange.

That afternoon she sat outside of her house on a tire swing that her father had built for her when she was five. She had a copy of "A Streetcar Named Desire" in her hand and she was reading it thoroughly. It was a little advanced, but Seth had recommended it to her. She was reading and all at once he pulled up to her house in his shiny black sports car, his radio pounding a few notches higher than normal.

"Hey, Abby," he shouted with his window rolled down. She looked up, almost not expecting that he was going to talk to her. Stunned into disbelief that Adam Remington would actually talk to her she stared at him for a while. He shouted again. She got up and walked intently towards his car, trying not to show too much excitement.

"Adam?"

"What's up? Are you busy tonight?"

"I was ---umm---reading."

"Can you finish reading by seven or so?" His words were warm, yet a little harsh.

"Ah---yeah, sure," Her mind and heart were racing, almost at the speed of light.

"Cool, I'll pick you up at seven." He smiled, his pearly whites showed and drove off.

Excited like never before, she ran inside to get ready, she had a date with Adam Remington. Later that night he returned. She looked casual in a pair of jeans and a random shirt that flattered her. He pulled up with a car load of people, with only one seat left, just for her.

"Hey." He smiled at her again and whisked a hand across her cheek. She blushed. They drove to the mall and piled out. He met some people and they ventured into the mall. He walked next to her, pointing out things to her in the windows. He had the occasional laugh with his buddies but they had girls too. They went into a department store, one of the more upscale ones and began looking at the jewelry. Marcy, one of the other girls, a bimbo if you asked Abby, started looking at earrings. Her boyfriend faked interest but she was happy with it.

"These are so gorgeous." Abby touched an elaborate long dangling pair of earrings. The price tag was huge though.

"Take 'em." Adam replied.

"I can't do that." Abby replied, frankly a little stunned.

"Yes, you can." He whispered. His voice was mesmerizing. He grabbed her hand with his right and wrapped himself around her into a kiss. With his other hand he discretely moved the earrings into her pocket. "See it's that easy." He replied looking into her eyes. Her eyes darted about the store. No one had seen it. It couldn't have been that bad. Adam was a good guy, captain of the football team and everything. They left the store and got back in the car. Her lingering anxiousness of getting caught was cured when they reached it. She'd gotten out of the mall with them, they were hers.

The gang went to the middle of what had been Newport's downtown district. It was the place with all the brick buildings of lawyers, doctors and plastic surgeons. From his trunk, Adam revealed several cans of spray paint.

"Have you ever made a mural?" He asked handing her a can.

"Not really." She replied.

"Come on, it's fun." He grabbed her hand and they rushed towards are red brick wall. Not really knowing what she was doing, she helped him create a symbol of some kind. It looked pretty cool. A moment later she was back in his car, alone on the top of a hill.

"You really look great tonight." He smiled. God he was gorgeous.

"Thanks." She smiled innocently. He moved across his seat, his lips searching hers. She had no idea what to do. She had no clue what was going on but it was awesome. Adam Remington was making out with her. She did what she thought was natural and gave back. Soon his hands were wandering up her shirt and attempting to unbutton her. For a moment she hesitated, a little afraid, but how could she say no. He was Adam Remington. They eventually ended up in the back, legs and arms flying everywhere.

Straightened up about a half hour later, she realized she had no idea where her purse was. She never found it, not there was much of any value in it. Her purse was not the only thing she lost that night.

Sirens sounded and lights approached. She panicked. Adam told her to be calm and let him talk. She did as he said.

"I'm gonna ask you to step out of the car." The officer replied peering in at Adam. He did so. She stayed put. "You too, miss." He shined his light at her. She did as the officer said and got out. "Can I see the contents of your pockets, miss?" He approached her.

She gulped. As she emptied her pockets, the earrings fell out.

"We've been following you two since you stole these. The security cameras got you both on tape. Then we tailed you to your other events tonight and finally found you here. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to put you both under arrest."

Cuffed, they sat in the back of the squad car side by side. She glared at him, unsure whether she regretted what she did or not. It was a thrill, more than she'd even done before and even though she knew what she had done was wrong, it almost didn't matter to her.

"I cannot believe you. My own daughter, this is the behavior I get from her? Juvenile delinquency, theft and vandalism? I'm stunned, actually shocked. Honestly, words cannot describe what I am feeling right now. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that Adam wanted me to do those things and it was just---"

"Adam was wrong, you knew that."

"It was fun, I had fun. Adam liked me when I did it. He liked it when I did the things with him."

"Well, Adam is too old and apparently too stupid to understand that this is not the kind of behavior for a girl your age, much less anyone."

"Dad!"

"This is where you'll be spending your Saturday and every Saturday for the next 3 months." Sandy had said as he dropped her off at the nearest soup kitchen. This happened to be about 20 miles away.

She spent the entire day there, and every Saturday after that, just as she had been told. She had no choice. It was that or juvenile hall. That she couldn't even imagine. The poverty and poor conditions of the people there struck her, but never really sunk in. With her time served she spent the next few months hanging out with Adam behind her parents' backs. Those were some good months. Adam really liked her and made sure she knew it. He gave her gifts every week. She never knew how he got them but they were great and he loved her. He got arrested six months later on drug charges and was sentenced to ten years in prison since he had become seventeen and the court tried him as an adult. She never saw him again. She continued to hang out with his friends though, and soon met Summer and her girlfriends and their sisters. Thus her entrance into the society came about. From that point on till the day she met David she did whatever she felt like she could do, or whatever she wanted to.

David changed all that, he made her good again. Something in him made her think that she was special and needed to not disappoint him. His attention was positive, not negative like Adam's had sometimes been.

As he placed his lips onto hers for a fourth time that night, she contemplated what she wanted for her future. Was this the choice she wanted to make? The good girl or the UCLA party girl? Had she turned away too soon from David when there was still hope for the relationship?

She had felt special when Mike kissed her, but it was different with David. It had always been. Like some mysterious electric thing, the kind that happens between two people. Most people would have laughed at that, but not Abby. She knew it was real.

Whether she liked it or not, David had changed her forever. With his renewed presence could there be a promise for them, did he want her back? His lips broke from hers again and her eyes fluttered open.

"Hey." She began.

"Hey." He replied.

Small vignette of sorts, flashbacky I know but it explains some things. Expect more soon, as Christmas Break is approaching fastly. :)