Hope's POV
Before walking into the party, I felt beautiful. Like I was the most precious thing that had ever graced the presence of the earth. I was invincible. Or so I thought.
Now that I'm standing in Olivia's mansion, with the coolest upperclassmen in Rosewood, I feel just like I always do. Small, voiceless, and awkward. This was a bad idea. I wish I had gone with Gregory and Kennedy to the movies.
"Are you okay, Hope?" Miranda asks through the blasting music.
I don't feel okay, but I don't want to ruin Miranda's night. She's been looking forward to this party all day, and I'm her guest, so I have to play it cool. I nod my head slowly, and Miranda shoots me a wide smile.
At that moment, a tall girl with bleach blonde hair and crystal blue eyes walks by, and taps Miranda on the shoulder. Oh. My. God. It's Olivia Quinn. I feel as though there are a million butterflies floating around in my stomach. What do I say? How do I act? God, get me through this evening!
"Hey, Liv. Awesome party!" Miranda exclaims.
How does she do it? Why is Miranda so clam around everyone, especially Olivia Quinn? I wish I was as confident as Miranda. It would make everything so much easier.
"Thanks, Miranda. I'm glad you could make it. You must be Hope." Olivia says as she turns to face me.
"Yes. It's nice to meet you." I mutter as I avoid looking into the girl's beautiful blue eyes.
"Likewise. Did you two just get here? I'd be more than happy to hook you up with some tequila." Olivia says, with a mischievous smile.
"Jesus Christ, Olivia! I thought you'd never ask." Miranda says with a happy giggle.
W-what? I can't believe what I'm hearing. I didn't know Miranda was into drinking. Didn't Spencer just tell us not to drink? If my friend's mom finds out, we're both dead meat. But I can't say anything in front of Olivia, so I just follow the girls downstairs to the basement. When we arrive, there are about a dozen seniors sitting on the couch, and taking shots. I feel absolutely sick, and I haven't even drank anything yet.
"Wait here. I'll bring you both some beverages." Olivia says before hurrying over to the alcohol table, and leaving me alone with Miranda.
"Miranda, we shouldn't be doing this." I whisper to her.
"It's no big deal, Hope. I've done this plenty of times. You don't have to drink if you're not comfortable though." Miranda says, as her tone turns serious.
Part of me is terrified by the idea of drinking. What if I get drunk, and do something stupid? Miranda would have to call my brother, and he would KILL me. Then again, I could just have a little. I've heard drinking is a lot of fun, and isn't tonight about having fun? Miranda has my back, and she won't let anything bad happen to me.
"What the hell!" I say with a shrug.
Miranda starts to cheer, and Olivia comes back with three shot-glasses, and a bottle of tequila. I'm guessing that's for us to share. A nervous lump forms in my throat, but I quickly shake if off. Plenty of high school kids drink. This is normal. I'm not doing anything wrong.
"You seem a bit excited, Miranda." Olivia says with a smirk.
"I am excited! This is my little Hope's first time drinking!" Miranda says with a squeal.
Olivia gasps, and so do I. Did Miranda really have to tell Olivia that this is my first time? She's going to think I'm an immature freshman. How could my own best friend throw me under the bus like that?
"It's your first time? This is going to be so much fun! Congrats, Hope. You get to take the first shot." Olivia says as she hands Miranda a shot glass, and pours the alcohol into it. After that's taken care of, Miranda offers me the shot, and I just stare at it with a blank expression on my face.
"Come on, Hope! You'll love it! Just drink it quickly." Olivia instructs.
I sigh before taking the shot-glass from Miranda, and holding it up to my face. I count to three, before dumping the tequila down my throat. It burns a lot, but I'm too busy listening to Miranda and Olivia cheer to notice. I did it, and now the coolest girl in eleventh grade is cheering for me. I feel empowered.
"What did you think?" Miranda asks me curiously.
"That tequila tastes like shit." I say with a giggle.
"Does that mean it would kill you to have some more?" Olivia asks as she raises an eyebrow.
"Hell no!" I exclaim before grabbing the bottle from Olivia, and refilling my glass.
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Four shots later, and I'm feeling a little dizzy. Actually, I'm feeling REALLY dizzy. Surprisingly, I don't mind at all. It's not a bad feeling. I feel great. Better than I've felt in long, long time. I reach for the bottle of tequila, but Olivia grabs is before I can. What the hell?
"Hope, I think you've had enough." Olivia says, as her and Miranda start to giggle.
Even though they've taken as many shots as I have, the alcohol clearly isn't effecting them in the same way it's effecting me. Maybe it's because I'm smaller, and less experienced than they are.
"B-But what am I going to do now?" I ask, trying not to slur my words.
"Why don't you go upstairs, and dance with the other guests? Miranda and I are going to stay down here and drink some more, but you should go have fun!" Olivia exclaims.
Yeah. I should have fun. That's why I'm here. I give the girls an awkward wave, before stumbling up the stairs, and entering the mansion's living room. Music is blasting through the speakers, and everyone is dancing.
I smile before running over to the dance floor, where I begin to sway along to the music. Most people don't know that I love to dance. When I was in middle school, Miranda and I would make up dances with our friends, and film them for fun. We haven't made any new ones since high school started, but I sure miss it.
A startled gasp escapes from my lips when I realize that someone is behind me. I turn around, and nearly scream when I realize that it's Owen. Miranda's Owen. The coolest boy in twelfth grade, who also happens to be a genius. What is he doing here?
"Hey there, sexy. What's your name? Mine's Owen, but I'm guessing you already knew that." He says with a smirk.
Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's the fact that the coolest boy in Rosewood is talking to me, but I feel confident. So confident, that it scares me. Miranda once told me that Owen likes confident girls, so I decide to act on this strange new feeling.
"I'm Hope, but I'm guessing you already knew that." I say as I raise an eye brow.
"I didn't, but it's sure nice to meet you, Hope. Dance with me." Owen says as he leans closer to me.
"Sorry, but I don't dance with cocky men." I say, pretending to be put-off by his attitude.
"What about men with big cocks? Do you dance with them?" Owen asks in a husky voice.
I'm completely taken aback by Owen's comment. How the hell am I supposed to respond to that? Before I can think of a decent comeback, I begin to giggle like a maniac. Owen is funny. Really, really funny.
"I'll take that as a yes." Owen mutters before pressing his crotch against me, and beginning to grind on my behind.
I've never danced like this with a guy before, so I have no idea what to do. I slowly begin to sway my hips, and Owen groans in response. It looks like I'm doing this right. This is hot. Super hot.
We grind for an entire song, and Miranda doesn't even cross my mind until her favorite song comes on. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. Miranda has liked Owen since the beginning of the year, and I started liking him a song ago. But then again, Miranda can get any other guy in Rosewood. Owen is the only guy who's ever paid attention to me, so why shouldn't I have some fun? All's fair in love and war, right?
"You're beautiful, Hope. Absolutely beautiful." Owen whispers, as he begins to grind with a bit more force.
Before I can respond, I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around, and gasp when I see Miranda standing on the dance floor. To my surprised, she doesn't look angry. She looks... Hurt.
"Hope, come with me now." Miranda growls, as Owen pulls away from me.
"I'm busy." I say as I cross my arms over my chest.
"I can tell, but we really need to talk." Miranda says as her tone turns serious.
"Go with her, babe. I'll be right here when you're finished." Owen says as he winks at me playfully.
A blush forms on my cheeks, and Miranda drags me off the dance floor. Oh no. She's going to yell at me for dancing with Owen. What if she hits me? That wouldn't be fun.
"Hope, where are your shoes?" Miranda asks me curiously.
Where are my shoes? I think I took them off downstairs, but I can't remember.
"I don't know, why?" I ask with a giggle.
"Because you're drunk, and we need to get you home." Miranda says with an exasperated sigh.
Home? Why would I want to go home? Owen is paying attention to me, and I'm having the time of my life. Why does Miranda want to ruin my night?
"I-I don't want to go home Miranda. I'm having a lot of fun." I say as I begin to laugh hysterically.
"Hope, this isn't funny. You're not in the state to make important decisions, so being at a party isn't safe right now." Miranda tells me seriously.
"Yes it is." I argue.
"No, it's not. Hurry up and tell me where your shoes are, so we can leave." Miranda says, getting more and more impatient by the second.
All the sudden, I feel angry. So angry, that I could punch Miranda in the face. Where does she get the nerve to try and control me like this? She's no different from Gregory and my parents. Why does everyone treat me like I'm a puppet? Why can't they just let me be my own person?
"Shut up, Miranda. You're just jealous." I growl at my friend.
"Jealous? Of who? You?" Miranda asks as she gestures towards me.
"Obviously. You're angry that Owen was paying attention to me, and not you. You don't want anything to happen between us, so you're trying to get me away from him. Why can't you just accept that he's not interested in you?" I question.
"Hope, this isn't about Owen. This is about making sure that you get home safe." Miranda says, with a hurt expression in her voice.
"Bullshit." I say as I cross my arms over my chest.
"Jesus Christ, Hope! Don't you understand? Owen doesn't like you! He's an asshole who's trying to take advantage of you because you're drunk! Why are you being so stupid?" Miranda asks as she throws her hands into air.
"I'm not being stupid. You're being jealous." I say as I shake my head slowly.
"No I'm not! I'm telling you the truth! You're drunk, and you're a total innocent freshman. That's why he's into you, Hope. Not because he likes your personality, or because you're a sweet girl. He likes you because you're drunk!" Miranda says, as she begins to raise her voice.
"You're one to talk." I mutter.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Miranda asks, with confusion in her voice.
"Boys don't like you because of your personality. They like you because you're a slut, who will literally hook-up with anyone. Honestly, Miranda. How many guys have you kissed this month? Seven thousand?" I ask as I stare into her hazel eyes.
Miranda doesn't say anything. Instead, she breaks down in tears. Miranda never cries. I must have really struck a chord in her.
"See, even you know it's true." I say with a smirk.
"No, Hope. It's not true. I'm not crying because I think I'm a slut. I'm crying because my best friend thinks I'm one." Miranda says through her tears.
I feel terrible. I shouldn't have called Miranda a slut. That was mean. Really, really, mean.
"Miranda..." I start to ramble.
"Shut up, Hope. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Next time you decide to drink, don't call me because alcohol sure turns you into a bitch. Have fun with Owen." Miranda says before storming out of the room, and leaving me alone with dozens of strangers.
As soon as Miranda is out of sight, I begin to cry. I still can't believe I called my best friend a slut. I'm a terrible person who doesn't deserve Miranda, Gregory, my parents, or Owen. I deserve nothing.
"Hope?" I hear a familiar voice say.
I turn around, and see Owen standing there with a concerned expression on his face. I begin to cry even harder if that's humanly possible, and he rests a hand on my shoulder. I instinctually shiver at his soft touch.
"Are you okay?" He asks me softly.
"N-No." I say, as I begin to choke on my own tears.
"Sh-sh. Don't cry. Let's go somewhere quite, so we can talk about it." Owen suggests.
"O-Okay." I say with a sniffle.
Owen responds by grabbing my hand, and leading me out of the living room. To my surprise, Owen opens the front door of the house, and gently pushes me outside. Why are we leaving the party? I have a bad feeling about this.
"W-Where are we going?" I ask him nervously.
"My car. It's parked on this street. No one will bother us there." Owen assures me.
I guess this is okay. I take a step forward, and gasp when I hit the hard cement. Did I just trip on my own two feet? Owen helps me up, and the friendly gesture causes me to cry even harder. Why is he being so nice to me?
"How many drinks have you had tonight?" Owen asks me suddenly.
How many drinks have I had? Being in the basement with Olivia and Miranda seemed so long ago...
"I-I don't remember." I tell the boy.
Owen doesn't respond. Instead, he scoops me into his arms, and carries me off the driveway. How sweet. He's carrying me, so I don't fall again. Owen sure is a gentleman. He carries me for about five minutes, before stopping in front of a white BMW. I'm guessing this is his car. The senior opens the door, and sets me in the backseat. After I'm taken care of, he climbs in next to me.
"Hey there." Owen whispers before wrapping his arms around me, and pulling my body close to his.
"H-Hi." I say, feeling rather uncomfortable all the sudden.
"Do you know why I brought you here, Hope?" Owen asks me softly.
"S-So we could talk somewhere quiet." I say, in a barely audible whisper.
"Well, yes. But also because I think you're absolutely beautiful. You're prettier than any girl in this entire town." Owen says before leaning into me, and pressing his lips against mine.
Oh. My. God. I'm kissing Owen. I'm having my first kiss! What do I do? I begin to mimic the older boy's actions, and he suddenly thrusts his tongue down my throat. That was... Aggressive. All the sudden, Owen shifts us so that he's laying on top of me. What's going on?
"Do you like that, Princess?" Owen asks as he breaks the kiss.
I'm not sure. Owen is a rough kisser. I don't want to offend him though, so I nod my head slowly. Owen responds by kissing me again, and running his hands up and down my thigh. All the sudden, Owen's fingers are between my legs. He takes of my panties, and then starts to rub me down there. It feels good, but I really want him to stop.
"N-No." I tell him softly.
"No?" Owen asks as his eyes grow wide with shock.
"Let's keep it up here." I mutter, as I gesture towards the area above my hips.
"Okay." Owen says before moving his hands from my private region, and using them to lift off my crop-top.
I remember that I'm not wearing a bra, and a blush forms on my cheeks. I'm completely exposed to Owen. All the sudden, he bends down and bites my left breast. I yelp out in pain, and he chuckles a little.
"That felt good, didn't it?" Owen asks as his hands begin to roam my breasts.
"No." I say as tears begin to form in my eyes.
"What about this?" Owen asks as he slides all the way down, and begins to lick my vagina.
"S-Stop. Please stop." I say, as I begin to sob.
Owen stops licking, so he can take off his shorts and boxers. I finally figure out where this is going. Owen wants me... Sexually. Miranda was right. He only talked to me because I was drunk.
After his clothes are off, Owen gets back on top of me. I know I should kick and scream, but I can't. I feel frozen. Before I can figure out what to do, I feel something tearing my vagina. It hurts so badly. I look up at Owen, and gasp when I realize that his hands are at my side. That couldn't have been his fingers. It was his penis. I just lost my virginity.
"No!" I say as I begin to cry even harder, if that's humanly possible.
Owen doesn't stop though. He keeps moving inside of me, while I shake in terror. I want him to stop. This isn't right. All the sudden Owen moans, and I feel warm liquid inside of me. Did he not use a condom? What if he gets me pregnant?
As I'm thinking this, Owen pulls out of me. I let out a long sigh of relief. It's over. It's finally over.
"Should I walk you back to the party?" Owen asks through his heavy breathing.
"N-no thank you." I say with a whimper.
"Sweet. Have a nice night, um..." Owen says, obviously trying to remember my name.
"Hope." I say through my tears.
"Right. See you around." Owen says as I climb out of his BMW, and try to keep myself from bursting into tears.
What did you think of this chapter? Were you surprised about what went down between Miranda and Hope? What did you think of the Owen and Hope scene? Will she tell anyone about what happened? How will it effect the family? By the way, I got a lot of reviews asking about little Aria. She is in the story, and will appear later. However, she is not Gregory's love interest. They have a brother/sister like relationship. Emily's daughter will also be in the story later for the person who was wondering. Thanks for reading, and please review :)