"Is it too late to turn around?" I ask Sade, as she pulls up outside Shane's house in her black VW.

"I would say yes"

I looked at myself in the mirror again. I couldn't get over how different I looked with a bit of makeup and curly hair. Sade managed to convince me to ditch my chuck taylors for a pair of heels, which I am seriously regretting as I'm going to have blisters the size of pancakes before the night is well and truly over.

I walk through the front door with Sade by my side. Everyone went silent, and then finally realizing that it was just us, went back to talking again.

"Okay that was really weird and awkward. Let's go get us drinks"

Sade followed me into the kitchen where it just so happens Carly and her gang of no-brainers is there, making the vodka punch. Carly sees us then smirks, before handing me a cup. I offer one to Sade, but she refuses, saying that she doesn't want to get smashed and end up lying in her own vomit at the end of the night.

Before I know it I've had a couple of refills and dancing to Britney Spears. Suddenly the songs over and I can't find Sade. I'm a little light headed and start to sway. I feel someone grab me and carry me out of the room, outside somewhere. I realize it's one of the football players, whathisname again. There's a strong smell of whisky on his breath and I'm trying not to dry reach. We're completely alone now and he's beckoning me to sit down on the grass with him.

"No thanks" I say regaining a bit of my senses.

"Sit down" he insists more forcefully yanking me down onto my butt beside him.

"So you're the weird chick ay?" he asks me.

"Yes I am that weird chick" I say about to get up to leave.

"You're not going anywhere yet" and he grabs my wrist again and tugs me to the ground.

"Let go of me!" I tell him sternly.

"Just chill baby girl. Lets just have some fun first. Don't have a big huff about it," he tells me leaning himself on top of me.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I scream at him trying to push him away.

I feel his hands on my legs, making their way up under my dress, searching for my undies. I squirm underneath his hold, before finally freeing myself and punching him in the nose. He lets go and rolls onto his side. I quickly get up to make a run for it. Just as I'm about to take my second step his hand grabs my ankle, tripping me. I come crashing to the ground. I kick him in the chest with my heel and he loosens his grip. I'm not strong enough and once again he's on top of me.

"That's no way for a young lady to behave," he whispers in my ear.

"Then fuck off asshole" I spit in his face.

"You little bitch" he slaps me and I can feel my cheek burning, "You're going to pay now!"

I shut my eyes while starting to plan another attack move when suddenly I can't feel any weight on me anymore. I open my eyes to see Jack punching the shit out of whathisname.

"That. Is. No. Way. To. Treat. A. Lady." Jack says punching him repeatedly. I see blood spurt from the guys nose and he's suddenly whimpering begging Jack to stop. I can't take anymore of the violence.

"STOP IT!" I yell barely recognizing my own voice, "you're going to kill him!"

Jack stops mid-air and drops the asshole. He suddenly regains composure and just stares at me.

"I'm sorry that you had to witness that Melanie, but he was planning to do awful things to you" I hear his voice crack.

"Thanks for saving me" I say as he makes his way closer and wraps his jacket around my shoulders. I didn't even realize how cold it was.

We don't say another word as we walk our way to the house. I almost loose my balance, however Jack catches me and carries me. Next thing I know I'm in the front seat of his car and we're on the motorway.

"Oh shit Sade won't know where I am" I tell Jake frantically.

"It's ok calm down, you've had a rough night. I told her I was going to take you home." He replies while still focusing on the road. I notice his knuckles are white and I wonder if he is angry that I wrecked his time at the party.

"I'm sorry for being a pain and that you had to miss the rest of the party"

"It was a bore anyway, except for when an extremely great dancer busted her moves to Britney Spears," he says grinning.

"You saw that?" I groan with embarrassment.

"I think everyone saw it," he laughs. And let me tell you something when Jack Perry laughs it's like a solar eclipse.

"I think you should come back to my house so your dad doesn't freak about your dress" Jack tells me softly.

I looked down at my once beautiful dress. It had grass stains on it and was completely ripped at the sides.

"It's ok my dad dearest is never home anyway. It's not like he has to pretend that I'm more important than work anymore"

I look over to see sadness fill Jack's eyes. His hand takes mine and we are silent for the rest of the ride home. I don't want this care ride to ever end.

Jack pulls up in his driveway and turns off the car. We're sitting alone in the dark and it's becoming awkward.

"Why did you suddenly change since coming back from England?" I blurt out loudly.

"Change? Well yes I suppose I have changed a bit. Why, do you not like the new me?"

"No, no don't get me wrong I love the new and improved Jack Perry, but what caused this change of character. You used to be this completely pig-headed jock and now you're considered to be an outcast" I inform him.

"Let's just say something personal happened in England. Something that I'm ashamed of, yet felt as though it needed to happen for me to change my ways"

"You're not going to elaborate on what happened during the holidays then?"

"No. I don't want you to hate or feel afraid of me"

"Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you? You haven't killed anyone have you?" I ask worried.

"No I haven't hurt anyone besides Kane when he tried to…to…"

"Rape me" I finish for him.

"Yes"

"So can you tell me now. I'll swear that I'll keep pestering you until you eventually tell me what happened" I insist

"So there's nothing I could do to stop you?" he asks leaning closer to me.

"Nope. I won't give in" I say stubbornly.

"Even if I do this" he leans in closer and kisses me softly. I return the kiss hungrily. His hand finds the small of my back and pulls me closer to him. His lips are ice-cold and it's completely refreshing on a hot night like this. After what seems like forever he breaks away and jumps out of the car. He doesn't even seem fazed that we were just making out, where as I am practically gasping for air. Before I know it he's on my side of the car, opening the door for me. He obviously took lessons on how to be a gentleman while he was away. He walks me to my front door where he quickly kisses me before leaving. I convince myself that this would have to be one of the best nights ever even if I started off like shit.

I go straight to the bathroom mirror and find myself horrified at the girl staring back. My mascara has run, my hair has leaves in it and my dress is completely wrecked. I strip off and have a cold shower. I change into my old footy shorts and disturbed t-shirt, before I head off to bed. I walk past my window to see what Jack is doing. His room is pitch black and I find myself disappointed that he isn't there. I crawl into bed and can't help but grin as I replay what happened in the driveway.