"Does she have to go?" Sam whined. Ainsley and Gracie both turned and gave him the same look.
"It's a party Dad."
"Exactly!"
"Sam," Ainsley gave him another look, then turned back to finish Gracie's hair.
"I know what they do at those things."
"Yeah because you're sixteen years old." Gracie muttered sarcastically.
"Neither are you. And that's not my problem. If you were with a bunch of sixteen year olds, I wouldn't care. But you're hanging out with Newman's crowd."
"You make it sound like he's in a gang. He's a very respectable guy Daddy."
"He's trying to get into your pants. That's not respectable."
"SAM!" Ainsley threw a brush at him, hitting him in the chest.
"I'm just saying." he said defensively.
"Why do you think I'm stupid and actually let him do something to me?" Gracie asked. "Like seriously Dad, that's messed up that you can't trust me."
"I trust you. It's him I don't trust."
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Gracie sunk back further into the leather couch, her eyes roaming around the room. Ben appeared in front of her and handed her a red, plastic cup.
"What is it?"
"Coors."
Suddenly Sam's voice filled Gracie's head and she managed to muffle a groan as she sipped the beer.
"Come on, we'll go out back. Not as crowded." Ben grabbed Gracie's hand and slid an arm around her waist, leading her out of the house to the back porch. He sat down on one of the chairs and tugged Gracie onto his lap. She took another sip of the drink in her hand, trying not to grimace as she swallowed it.
'Why do you have to be so stupid? Just put it down.'
"Hey man,"
Ben looked up, seeing his friend Rick standing there.
"Hey."
"What's up Gracie?"
"Not much Rick." she muttered. She wasn't very fond of Rick. He seemed kinda stupid.
"Where's your bodyguard?"
"I told her to stay out in the car."
"You're not afraid of someone coming after you?" Rick asked cooly. Gracie glanced up at him, an icy look in her eyes.
"Why should I have to have protection. No other teen does."
"You're not worried Daddy might find out?"
"No, I'm not." Gracie replied.
"Rick, come dance with me." a blonde girl grabbed his arm and dragged him back into his house. Gracie rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Ben.
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"Ben,"
He glanced up, hearing Rick calling his name. His friend was pointing to the stairs so Ben grabbed Gracie, startling her, then making her frown.
"Where are we going?"
"Upstairs."
"Why?"
"Rick wants me."
"Why do I have to go?"
"What's the big deal?"
Gracie stumbled a little and finished the drink in her hand. She was losing count of how many cups had been given to her.
"Why do we have to go every where with him?" she asked.
"He's my friend."
"And I'm your girlfriend."
"What? Does that give you special privileges?" Ben snapped. "I can still hang out with my friends Gracie."
"I know that but he's everywhere."
They began to argue and Ben, obviously annoyed with Gracie, stomped upstairs with Rick. She sighed and flopped into a chair, a scowl on her face. About a half hour later, Ben came downstairs and left the house.
'Well screw him. Bastard. Get's pissed at me because of his friends. And then just leaves me here. Asshole.' Gracie glared at the throng of people still at the party and suddenly felt very awkward. These weren't her friends— not that she even had any, Gracie added with an afterthought— these were Ben's friends, and most of them didn't like her.
"Hey,"
Gracie held back a sigh and looked up at Rick.
"What?"
"You look a little sick." he thrust a cup into her hands and she sighed.
"So let me drink more beer. No thanks." she tried pushing it back to but he shook his head.
"Come on. It's just a little bit. Won't kill you."
Gracie sighed and finished the drink in a few gulps. Rick watched her for a minute then held his hand out to her.
"Come upstairs with me."
"No. I feel really sick. I just want to go home."
"I need to you to show me something on the English homework."
"Okay." Gracie nodded. All the beer she had consumed had clouded her brain and she didn't remember that Rick wasn't even in her English class. As they went upstairs Gracie felt more and more sick and when they reached Rick's room, she sat down on the bed as he shut the door, locking it as well. He walked over to where Gracie was sitting and sat down next to her.
"So Ben left."
"Yeah."
"Bet that pissed you off."
"Sorta." Gracie mumbled. She frowned and moved away from Rick as she felt his lips on her neck. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Come here," Rick grabbed her hand, pulling her back towards him. This time he kissed her on the mouth, stopping any complaints she had. Gracie felt too weak to fight him off as she sunk back onto his pillow.
"Rick,"
"Shh..."
"No, Rick get off me." Gracie tried pushing him off her but he was a lot stronger than she was and she was beginning to get nauseous as well as dizzy.
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Ashley looked up from the book she was reading as she saw swirling blue and red lights behind her. She got out of the car, thinking 'shit' as she saw the police cruiser now parked there. Two officers got out of the car and walked over to her.
"What's going on?" Ashley asked.
"This is Officer Collins and I'm Officer Whitmore. Who are you?"
"Ashley Parker, Secret Service." Ashley flashed her ID to show she wasn't lying. "What's going on?"
"We've been getting complaints from neighbors about a party going on." Whitmore eyed her. "Secret Service?"
"The President's daughter is attending the party." Ashley felt stupid. Here were the cops, ready to bust kids for drinking, doing drugs, and being loud and Gracie Seaborn, First Daughter of the United States, was in the midst of it all. The officers nodded and headed up the walkway to the front door. Ashley trailed behind, ready to grab Gracie the first second she saw her.
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Rick had moved off Gracie and was in the middle of getting his jeans off when he heard everything go silent from downstairs. Gracie was still laying on the bed, slowly losing consciousness and not really sure what was going on anymore. Rick moved over to the window and cursed, seeing the cop cars there. He put his jeans back on and fled from his room, going down a back staircase to the kitchen, then out the back door.
Downstairs, Ashley wasn't having any luck finding Gracie.
"Look, sorry to interrupt," she said, looking at the cops. "But have any of you seen Gracie?"
A girl sitting on the stairs nodded.
"She went upstairs with Rick about ten minutes ago." she said.
"Who's Rick?" Ashley asked.
"The kid who threw the party."
"Where is he?" Whitmore asked. The girl sighed, an annoyed tone in her voice.
"Upstairs with Gracie."
Whitmore turned to Collins and gestured for him to stay down here. He and Ashley headed upstairs, looking in each room for Gracie. Ashley opened the last door and moaned, seeing Gracie passed out on the bed. She rushed over to the teenager and shook her shoulder gently.
"Gracie? Gracie!"