Some ideas are mine. Every else belongs to Veronica Roth.

"Holy shit, Lil,"

I stood in front of the mirror in Tori's apartment. After Xander informed me on the party that I already knew about, Lily made me swear to let her "doll me up". And doll is an understatement.

I was wearing a sleeveless black top that was hugging my body. It had two diamond openings in the side that showed off my sides and hints of the black ink curling towards my rib.

Lily tried to force me into a skirt but we both knew that was not going to happen. She let me settle on black, ripped skinny jeans. I had my leather jacket over it and unfortunately black heels that she successfully forced me into. But, my hair was pin straight and extended down to my lower back. I don't know what she did with my makeup, but it worked. Holy hell, it worked.

"See, now you're not just beautiful," She said, leaning on my shoulder. "You will have every single boy on their knees for you. Not that you already do," I shoved her and smiled. Lily looked amazing as she always did, in a black, tank top that cinched at the waist and a matching black skirt.

"I hope you know I gave your name to a transfer," I muttered as we left the room. I looked at her and her eyes were wide.

"Who?!" She demanded.

"Logan. Black hair, blue eyes. Brother of she devil. Which I don't even know how that's possible because he's cute and she's," I couldn't find the word to describe her. So I just left it at that.

"Well, he's cute. And that's all that matters," She replied, tilting her head.

We reached Jasper's apartment and heard music blasting, people screaming, and bottles breaking.

As I knocked, I looked at Lily. "Seems like my kind of party," I said with raised eyebrows.

She laughed as soon as the door opened. I guess Jasper opened it because he looked like Trevor with the white blonde and gold flecks in his eyes. He was a little drunk and he still had a bottle in his hands as he looked us over.

"I don't know who the hell you two are now, but you're hot, so come in," Lily and I exchanged glances before Xander jumped on the back of Jasper.

"They're with me," He said, jumping down and taking our hands.

"You're lucky," Jasper shouted over the music as we entered.

Let me tell you, I have been to many parties, but this one, was insane. There were at least 40 people shoved into the tiny apartment. The kitchen was turned into a bar, with tens of bottles with different colors and red cups. Cups were strewn across the floor and everywhere you turned, there was either a couple making out, a drunk girl venting to her friend about how she might be pregnant, or that one shy guy that no one really knew, dancing to himself in the corner.

"I don't know half these people!" Xander shouted and I smelt the alcohol on his breath. He handed us each a bottle.

"Fights start tomorrow," He said, finishing off his bottle. "Get as drunk as you possibly can," He walked away, stumbling a little.

I looked at Lily and she was downing her drink. When she finished her swig, I stared at her in disbelief. How can a tiny girl like that drink that much? She then raised her drink at me and wandered away, somewhere unknown. I didn't know where to go. It seeming like anywhere I could go was a hot spot ready to go off.

I decided to go towards the stereo, which was blasting a techno song that I loved. I didn't finish my bottle, but I was close. I had a high tolerance for alcohol. A couple of guys came up to me, offering me a drink or asking to dance, but I just shrugged them off.

"Looks like someone's having a good time," I recognized the voice, even though it was a little slurred. I turned around and was greeted by slightly hooded emerald eyes.

"Hi, Nash," I said, in a voice that I have designated for the moment when a drunk person talks to me. A voice that had a slightly different pitch.

"You know," He said, pointing his bottle towards me. He was wearing a black t-shirt that surprisingly wasn't stained with vomit. That's a good sign.

"I've watched you for the past 15 minutes and I saw that you have turned down every single guy that has tried to talk to you," He took a step closer to me and looked down into my eyes. "Now, why is that?"

I was stunned, for just a second, at how good he can look intoxicated.

"It's because they all want to get in my pants," I practically had to yell over the music blasting in my ear.

"Well, I'll say," He slurred, leaning against the wall next me. "I overheard that this Ky kid plans to bang you so hard tonight, you won't be able to hold a gun tomorrow,"

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. That was by far the most appalling thing that has ever passed his lips. And the best part was, he was drunk. So he wouldn't remember it. Suddenly, he leaned into my ear, the same way he did during training. Except now I couldn't take him seriously when he was like this.

"I'd say he's one lucky guy,"

I started laughing again. "You're really drunk, Nash,"

"I'm not drunk, everything's just blurry," He smiled and I couldn't but smile back. It was as though he was relaxed. Like he didn't have a care in the world. It was as though he was really seventeen.

"Why did you come to a party if you're not even going to drink?!" He asked, suddenly really loud. And I understood why. I pulled us away from the stereo so I wouldn't lose my hearing.

"I am drinking," I said, shaking my empty bottle. He rolled his eyes and grabbed another from a bin that was conveniently place next to him. He held it out to me. I gave him a smirk.

"Peer pressure is not what I expected from you," I replied, thrown off by his gesture. He smiled and shook the bottle, aching for me to take it. I bit my lip, questioning whether I should. All of the sudden, Nash raised his hand to my face and took my chin between his pointer finger and his thumb. He gazed down at me and gently pulled my lip from my teeth's grasp.

When he looked at me, it seemed like all the alcohol evaporated from his system and it was actually him doing this, not his drunk self. He didn't even smell of booze. His face was inches from mine and I thought he was going to kiss me. I wanted to pull away, complaining that he was drunk, but it was like his eyes held me right where I was.

It was Xander who broke us up, telling us that this was not the place for PDA. But, that his bedroom was open for business. Nash laughed, and I pray to God he didn't get any ideas. Xander then guided us into a spare room.

15 people, I think, were sitting in a circle.

It was sad when I realized that Nash was probably the most sober out of everyone.

Jasper, Joseph, and now Xander all sat together, bottles in hand. Nicole and her two friends, Heather and Ivory, were laughing so hard, I thought they were choking. Ky, Trevor, Logan and some other transfers were staring at me. They did that way too often. And Lily was with Mel, twirling her hair and yelling. Nash grabbed my hand and we both sat down in between Nicole and Xander.

"Leggo," Xander slurred, clapping his hands. I guess he just initiated the start of the most terrible party game to ever be invented.

Truth or Dare.

I really wanted to pay attention, but everyone was just saying the same dares over and over again. So and so go make out with so and so. So and so sit in so and so's lap. I guess they couldn't think of anything unique.

"Nash, truth or dare," Lily asked, giggling as she spoke.

"Dare," He challenged, taking a sip from his new bottle. It was like there was a never-ending supply. Lily tried to speak but she just kept giggling.

"I dare you to make out with..." She searched the circle. I tried to duck. I've been ignored the entire game, probably because I was semi-sober.

"The-o!" She squealed, saying my name in two parts.

Oh, God no.