Bevin Mirskey smiled as she got ready. Stepping out of the shower, she had blown her wild mane of blonde locks dry before curling them to perfection. Then she carefully applied, eye shadow, mascara, liner, blush and lip gloss. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she blew herself a kiss as she prepared to get dressed. Choosing a sexy black lace bra and panty set, the teen beauty queen donned a pair of high heels and a rain coat, although Tree Hill's extended weather forecast predicted sunny skies for the rest of the week. She was hot and she knew it. More importantly, she was ready.

Bevin lived the life most young girls dreamed about. Her father was the president of a bank and her mother was a successful realtor for the town's leading and most prominent, elite agency. She was their only child and unlike many of her peers, Bevin's parents, Joshua and Emily Mirskey doted on their daughter. She had grown up in a loving home environment. She was the traditional spoiled Daddy's Girl but she'd always maintained a sweet demeanor. Bevin had plenty of friends, most notable, Brooke Davis and the rest of the in crowd. A competitive dancer, cheerleader, pageant contestant and debutante, she was the quintessential popular girl.

Armed with top social status, wealth and undeniable beauty, the one thing Bevin apparently had lacked was brains. Often the butt of blonde jokes, even before she dyed her hair, it was the good natured high school humor that she was the token ditz of the group. She chewed bubble gum excessively and twirled her hair constantly. When jokes were made, she was always the one to give a puzzled look and say, "I don't get it." Her voice sounded like that of a little girl's and she always laughed with a high pitched giggle. Though a decent student academically, no one ever seemed to focus on all the things she was capable of. Not even her friends paid much attention to what she had to say outside of fashion or dating tips. Most people just assumed Bevin Mirskey was stupid and she was content to let them feel that way.

But there was so much more to the book besides its immaculately kept cover. There was a brain, savvy and perfectly able to make her own decisions and her grades would be good enough for college. Not only was she fun to hang around, at times she was incredibly witty. But most important was her heart. Bevin had a heart of gold, loving, sincere and compassionate. She was the one who would give you the shirt off her back or the last penny in her pocket. But most people didn't see that.

"Good night, Mom. Good night, Daddy", she called out, scurrying through the kitchen on her way outside.

"Not too late, Pumpkin", Joshua, smiled from reading his paper.

"I'm spending the night at Brooke's. I'll call you later. Love you."

There was no need to follow her, interrogate her or challenge her story. In her parents' eyes their precious little girl was an angel. Smiling to herself, she hopped in the driver's seat of her convertible, happy she had escaped in her rain coat ensemble. Cranking the car, she turned up the Satellite Radio just as her cell phone rang. It was Teresa, a friend and fellow cheerleader.

"Girlie, where are you?" she called out, amidst blaring rock music in the background.

"Teresa, what's going on? I can barely hear you."

"Hurry up and get your ass over here. I'm at the party."

"What party?"

Teresa rolled her eyes.

"The party. You know, the can't miss party of the year. Hel-lo! Courtney Ryan's party."

"Oh that. Sounds like you guys are having a blast. Don't forget to tell me all about it tomorrow, kay?"

"Tomorrow? Wait, you're gonna miss this? You're not coming? Bev, what the hell?"

"I know, I know. Don't be mad, girl, I have the perfect excuse."

"You better have for missing a Courtney Ryan party", Teresa impatiently tapped her foot.

Bevin couldn't contain her grin.

"Oh I have an excuse, alright. Two words for you, chickie…Evan Williams."

"Evan Williams! Oh! My! God!"

Bevin giggled as she had to temporarily pull the phone away from her ear in order to preserve any future chances at normal hearing.

"Told you."

"Evan Williams, really? No way."

"Way and it's gonna be awesome. I'll give you all the dirty details tomorrow."

"So I guess an Evan Williams party trumps a Courtney Ryan party any day."

Evan Williams was the hottest, most popular senior at nearby Ravens rival school, Cove City. A football captain with a legendary reputation, his parties were known classics.

"You got that right."

"Hey", Teresa pouted. "No fair. Where's my invite?"

"Oh", Bevin teased. "Did I mention this was a private party?"

"You lucky little slut!"

"I know, tramp. Now I have to go. I'm on my way to Evan's right now. His parents aren't home."

"Call me…"

"Will do", Bevin hung up, rocking out to the music, eager with anticipation of what was to come.

She had known of Evan for a while. With his pearly white teeth and frat boy clean cut looks, all the girls were always clamoring for his attention. He had immediately spotted Bevin when his school played Tree Hill High at homecoming. Numbers had been exchanged and after a few phone calls, he had asked her out. Bevin had readily accepted, excited for all the surprises that came with a first date. But there would be no romantic walks or movies or dinners. He had parked his father's Mercedes Benz at an infamous make out spot and the two had gotten it on right then and there in the backseat. Afterwards, he had driven her home with quick promises of a second date. It would come and end much like the first. But Bevin was resigned. Evan Williams was hot and he was a catch. Girls would kill to spend time with him and he had chosen her.

Sex was a powerful thing. She had learned that over the years. It was fun and enjoyable and apparently she was good at it. It was a definite attention getter and throughout high school, she had dated the cream of Tree Hill's adolescent crop. But nothing had ever quite panned out. Sure there was always a date or a good time but there were never real relationships. Boys loved to party with her on Friday and Saturday nights but where were they when it was time to hang out on Saturday and Sunday afternoons? Sometimes it hurt but she never allowed herself to dwell on it for long. After all, she was Bevin Mirskey and her life was great. Wasn't it?

Pulling up to his house, she checked herself one last time. Smiling, she sauntered out of the car and up the steps to the house. Ringing the bell, she struck a seductive pose.

"What's up, Bev?" a surprised and drunken Evan answered the door.

"Hey, sexy", she pulled him in for a kiss. "I thought I'd come over and give you some company."

He pulled away and shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing uncomfortably back in the house several times.

"I don't know. Look, it's not a good time. I've got people over and…"

"And what?" she purred, relying on her handiest assets.

His eyes grew large as she open the coat to expose what was underneath.

"The guys can wait", he dragged her in by the arm and up the steps to his bedroom.

The door shut behind them and immediately the coat was on the floor as the two teenagers began their kiss and grope session. Clothing piled up in a heap as they collapsed giggling and naked on the bed. After a few rough and sloppy kisses, Bevin felt the weight of his athletic body on top of hers. There was a moment of discomfort, then she heard him grunt and groan. Four sweaty thrusts later and it was over.

"You okay, sweetie?" she sat up, trying to hide her disappointment.

"I'm cool", he said, getting dressed again. "It was okay."

She pulled the thin sheets up to cover herself.

"Sweetie, where are you going?" she asked, just as he was about to leave the room.

"Oh I'm just gonna get more beer. You want anything?"

She forced that pageant smile.

"Sure. Beer is fine. Thanks."

He nodded and then he was gone, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. Bevin frowned. So much for romance but the night was still young. He was a little drunk and it was an off night. Once he got rid of his friends, he'd return to her and they would share a glorious evening. Smiling at the thought, Bevin lay back down and waited for him to come back. And waited and waited and waited some more. She peeked at the clock. 45 minutes had passed. He was supposed to be on a beer run, where had he gone, Mexico? Sighing, she sat up and searched for her underwear. Standing to clasp her bra, she gasped when she saw a pair of eyes that weren't Evan's, gawking at her from the doorway.

"Dude, your tits look a lot bigger in that cheerleading uniform", a Cove City football player Bevin recognized began to slur.

"Iiiieeewww! Who are you?"

"My name's Travis, what's yours?"

"Get out! Now! Perv."

She quickly pulled on one of Evan's tee shirts.

"Relax. Why so shy? I came to party", he inched closer.

"Yeah right. Take one more step and I will scream like this house is on fire. When Evan finds you up here he's gonna kill you."

Travis shrugged and took another swig of beer.

"Whatever. He was the one who said I could come up here with you."

Her eyes widened.

"I don't believe you. You're lying."

"Suit yourself", he shrugged. "He even said if I was nice, you'd put the slutty heels and rain coat back on."

A furious Bevin brushed past him down the stairs. More people were now in the house, drinking, smoking marijuana and making out.

"Where is Evan?" Bevin demanded.

"With his chick", one of the guys pointed to a couch in the living room.

She stormed over to where he was to see him kissing and stroking the face of a pretty and petite red head.

"What the hell is this?" she put her hands on her hips.

Evan smiled, never missing a beat.

"This is my girlfriend, Christie. Chris, this is Devin from Tree Hill. She's partying with Travis tonight."

Bevin couldn't believe it. He had used her. He had left her. He had attempted to pass her on to one of his buddies like some common whore. He'd had the nerve to introduce her to his girlfriend when all the while Bevin thought that had been her title and to add insult to injury, he hadn't even remembered her name.

"Hey Devin", Christie smiled. "Nice to meet you."

Reaching for a cup of beer on the table, Bevin picked it up and poured it on both of them before running out amidst gossip and giggles. She felt her face flush as she ran out of the house in front of a dozen or so people in an oversized Polo tee shirt and bare feet. She managed to make it to her car, crank it, and roar off before the tears streaked down her face and sobs escaped from her throat. She cried so hard she could barely see, jumping when her phone rang again and scared her. Letting it go to voicemail, she immediately played back the message. It was a fellow cheerleader and clique member, Ashley.

"Hey, Bev, it's me, Ash. Totally missed you tonight at the party but I heard about Evan Williams, you little ho! You go girl, I am sooooo jealous. He is so hot for you, you're like the luckiest girl in the world. Anyway, give me a call tomorrow. You're the best. Love ya."

Pulling the car over, Bevin put her head in her hands and cried. She had been humiliated, used. And it wasn't the first time. In fact, it was all too familiar. The pretty, popular, rich cheerleader who had it all, who could have any boy she wanted when she wanted. If they could see me now, she thought through tears. Bevin Mirskey felt anything but lucky.