Jessica, Angela, Lauren and I were all getting ready for Jason's party at my house. Piles of clothes were thrown uncharacteristically on my bedroom floor, and make up was scattered across my bathroom counter. It was 6:00pm, and with just two hours to go till we left things were getting hectic. Well, for Lauren and Jessica anyways. Angela and I were sitting on my high queen-sized bed, appraising the scene. Neither of us were too worked up with the typical "what to wear" drama. Angela, because she was a bit shy and not too worried about the physical impression she made on people, me, because I didn't really mind what I wore. I didn't really think there was a wrong thing to wear, or a right thing to wear – as long as it was tight. Besides, if the party is good enough you probably won't end up wearing much of what you came in…

"Oh my god I have nothing to effing wear!" shrilled a nasal shriek from the bathroom. Lauren.

"Yes you do" replied Jessica, holding up an American Apparel sheer pink pullover and tank top in the ceiling height mirror. "I don't though!"

With a sigh I jumped off the bed – it was really comfortable, very plush – and grabbed my abstract print tights from Urban Outfitters and a teal baby doll dress/top from Bebe and handed them to Lauren.

"The greeny blue will go great with your eyes, and can you say no to the tights?" I asked rhetorically.

I then handed Jessica my magenta skinny jeans and instructed her to wear it with her three quarter length sleeve dark blue Hollister scoop neck top. The jeans would be a bit too tight on her, and the baby doll for Lauren wouldn't do much for her petite chest, but other then that they would look great. But I had to look greater.

I really wanted Angela to make a good impression on the people at the party. Out of all my new friends she seemed the most genuine. I took more time deciding for her, finally deciding on a v neck pale turquoise top that would make her appear even more tan, and dark green denim short shorts from Guess.

"Here" I said, handing her the items "These will make your legs look great, and every guy will want to spread them"

The other girls giggled and looked shocked at me. "Just putting it out there, but don't wear flats with them, Lauren wear flats with yours Jessica hm, surprise us". The obediently dashed off to their separate bags full of shoes and clothes.

Now for me. Hmmmm. I had to stand out from the others, and since they were in pants and shorts and tights I needed a skirt, or a dress. I flicked through what was left in my closet, and came across – perfect. I had gotten it a few months ago from a random shop in the city, for my sister's grad dinner, but my mom had said it was too "revealing" so I couldn't wear it then. Not wanting to return the lovely find, I had "lost" the receipt. Not that it would have done much for the picky "non-refundable" shops. It was a dress; wide low scoop neck, but ultra tight, so I got cleavage, long sleeves, and hugging my body tightly till it ended above mid-thigh level. So it was a little slutty, but it looked hot. It was the type of dress that only a person with fat in the right places and absolutely no where else could pull off. Luckily, I was one of those rare people. It was spandex, and bright yellow, and made me look nice and blonde. Downside – I couldn't breathe. Oh well. For now I put on loose shorts and a t-shirt, wanting to avoid spending as much time as possible in the dress.

I skipped into the bathroom, where the other girls were applying ample amounts of make up. If I was wearing a skanky dress, I didn't want skanky make up, so I settled for a tiny bit of cat eye eyeliner and mascara. Nothing on my lips; guys didn't like getting sticky or coloured lips after you kissed them. Wishful thinking or consideration?

I went downstairs to make some food, the last time I had been drinking on an empty stomach I had ended up on the bathroom floor for the whole night - with someone on top of me. I decided on making nice starchy pasta and parmesan-free pesto. 15 minutes later, I brought the food up in four bowls and we gulped it down, ravenous after all the outfit picking.

After we cleaned up my room and brushed our teeth, we had 30 minutes before we had to be there. Well, the party started in approx. 15 minutes, but it necessary to show up fashionably late. Apparently. We got dressed in our chosen outfits, paired it with the correct shoes – for me a pair of 3" lime green strappy heels – I'd get out of them once I was dancing anyways, and made our way to Jessica's car.

10 minutes later we were parked behind the line of cars, in front of the evident party house. The music was blaring, drunken laughing voices were echoing down the street, and the house summoned me. I needed to dance. The other girls were giggling about who should knock on the door, and blushing when they thought what would happen if Jason's older brother, Ryan who played football in college, answered.

I rolled my eyes at them; sometimes there boring teenage issues were so tedious. I marched up to the door, knocked confidently and – wow, his brother did answer the door. He had nothing on Edward of course, but he was still very very hot. He was pretty tall, very buff with black hair and green eyes. Why did Forks get all the hotties?

I smiled seductively at him, biting my lip. "Hey, can we check out the party?" I asked not letting my eyes stray from his face. He nodded, starting to smile too.

"I'm Alex, bye the way".

"Ryan" he said simply. We walked past him, I made sure to gently brush my arm into his. Let him feel the chemistry. Yum.

"See you later Ryan" I called cheerfully. I turned my attention to the house. It was quite big for Forks, even when it was full of nearly the whole high school. There was no DJ or strobe light like there had been at parties I had been to in Vancouver, but the music was good, and I saw lots of alcohol still at the drinks table. We helped ourselves to liberal amounts of grey goose and coke as a chase.

I turned to Lauren, Jess, and Angela –they still looked slightly nervous, though I, the lightweight through and through, was feeling tipsy. "Let's dance!"

They seemed to agree, for we made our way close to the speakers, and make shift dance floor. Some fast house beats were playing, so we danced around with everyone for a few songs. When the music changed to something slower – "Make love in this club" by usher, I found some attractive gr.11 or 12 guys to grind with. Jessica made her way over to us, looking embarrassed and also impressed.

"How do you just get a guy like that?" She asked astounded. I didn't mind answering, as the said guy was busy testing if the dress was too tight to get his hands under it. So I simply said "Here I'll show you".

I turned around to face the guy, smiling, running my hand down his built chest. "So, what's your name?" I asked smiling.

"Jason" he replied, glancing at my mouth. Ah, the party thrower.

"Oh right, this is your party. Well its fun, so I want to thank you for that. Why don't we dance over here?" I suggested bringing us so my back touching a wall. With a wink at Jessica, and a mouthed "like so" in her direction, I leaned in and kissed Jason. The alcohol had really kicked in, so I didn't feel shy at all.

Our bodies, now pressed together against the wall, were still swaying to the music, so I wrapped my long arms around his neck, and opened my mouth so that our tongues could connect. I let Jessica get the gist of it for a few minutes, and then I leaned back so I could talk to her. Jason occupied himself with my neck and chest.

"So, do you have a certain guy that you want to dance with?" I swayed my hips into Jason to enunciate the point. He groaned, and I felt him get hard.

Jessica blushed even more. "Maybe"

"Who is it?" I asked, giving Jason a hickey in return for the one he had just given me.

"Um, M-m-Mike Newtown." She stammered out.

I pulled back from Jason's eager mouth and grinned at her. "No way! That's awesome, there's definitely chemistry between you too."

"Thanks Alex, I'll uh, see you later" She said it like a question.

I turned my attention to the guy who had me up against a wall. I felt bad for using him, but it was good for Jessica, so for a few more minutes I concentrated on our mouths and bodies and what we were doing to each other. We broke apart, and he indicated his head towards a door. "Let's have some privacy".

I grinned at him "No, I'm going to dance more, see you later" I gave him a peck on the lips and a wink, and threw myself into the midst of the dancing.

A half hour later, I was getting tired from the dancing, so I made my way over to the drinks table – which was noticeably emptier – to refuel myself. A few guys were standing there, including Mike Newton.

"Hey Mike, have you seen Jessica lately? I think she was looking for you" I said, pouring some Malibu into some random person's cup.

"Really? Uh no, I haven't. Do you want to check downstairs for her, with me?" He asked tentatively. God, some people seemed oddly shy. I was taking a long drink of the coconut flavoured alcohol, so I nodded, as I swallowed the liquid.

We walked down the staircase at the back of the house, tripping slightly, with drinks in hand. It was darker downstairs, a few people were crowded around a pool table, and others it seemed were attempting to hotbox a storage closet. I'm sure Jason's parents would be thrilled when they came home and went to change their desecrated sheets only to find they reeked of weed.

Jessica was sitting on a sofa, looking somewhat uncomfortable next to a pair of students on top of each other, kissing for England. She was sipping a drink dangerously fast for the designated driver, so I waved her over. She looked relieved when she saw me, and even more nervous when she saw Mike.

She came over to us, tripping slightly, and blushing furiously. Oh jeez. "Hey Alex, Mike" She turned her full attention to him, and I took that as my cue to sneak away. Not however, to trip over a discarded red cup – which is exactly what I did. Being slightly intoxicated I found the floor much much more interesting than standing normally, so I remained lying down for a couple minutes, playing with the plush carpet.

I felt a hand on my back, and another tilting my face up. "Are you alright?" A deep voice asked, laughing.

I looked into a pair of grey eyes. Another hot guy?! Why in Forks of all places? He had a cute smile and apparently strong arms as he pulled me up.

I grinned at him, making sure our hands didn't unclasp, even as I was standing unsupported. "Yeah, I tripped and the carpet was really distracting. Have you noticed how plush it is?" He laughed again, probably thinking I was a loon. Oh well.

"Maybe you can show me sometime later, for now though, I think you need another drink" He said still smiling. Guys could be so nice, if you just gave them the chance to show it.

I couldn't remember what I had done with my Malibu – probably drunken it. So I consented, and was about to go upstairs to get another one. I was stopped by the grey eyed guy.

"There's another drink table in there" he indicated to a closed door. "Let's get stuff from there; I'm not sure how well you will do on the staircase. He smirked.

I was feeling pretty dizzy already, so another drink probably wouldn't be the best thing for me, but I walked in as he opened the door for me. He followed suit, and shut the door behind us. I was immediately aware that there were no drinks in here – the only stuff in here was a sofa and a TV.

I felt myself sway slightly, and he caught me, not letting go even once I was somewhat steady. "I think they have the same carpet in here as in the other room, do you want to take a closer look" He breathed into my face. The scent of alcohol washed over me, making me even tipsier. I nodded, not sure if I could stand up strait without a wall for much longer. He gently lowered us to the ground, making sure he was in control – and on top of me. He brought his mouth to mine, and began kissing me at a fast pace. It was kind of rough, also kind of hot. One of his hands held onto my hair, the other was roaming the side of my body. I giggled, my attention was still on the carpet, but I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his back muscles and combing through his short blonde hair.

Some minutes later, I became aware that my dress wasn't on me anymore. I frowned, it was kind of chilly. I extracted my tongue from his panting mouth, so that I could shiver so he got the point.

"Are you cold?" He asked breathlessly.

"E-yeah-h-h" I sounded like a donkey.

"Here, I'll warm you up" He murmured into my neck, as his hands began to pull down my underwear.

"But, if you're taking more clothes off, won't that make me colder?" I asked rhetorically, and drunkenly.

He laughed, but his hands came back up – to my chest. I realized where this was going, so I tried to sit up.

"Where are you going, babe?" He asked holding me down.

"I need to uh, find Angela." I made up.

He groaned, but let me up. "Right I'll uh, see you sometime" he said awkwardly running his hands through his hair, then leaning in for another 10 minute kiss.

I nodded, and walked out the door. I needed some fresh air, so I headed upstairs and into the back yard. A couple people were trying to play hacky sack, but kept missing, or kicking each other by mistake. I found Angela sitting on a bench, talking to a short guy –Ben, I think his name was.

"Hey Ang" I greeted her with a relieved smile. She looked happy, and only slightly tipsy. I sat next to them, glad to just relax, and not worry about who had what down my pants. Or rather up my dress.

"Alex! What have you been up to? I've hardly seen you" She asked, slightly reproachful.

"Oh, this and that" I said in what I hoped appeared a nonchalant voice. She saw my glazed eyes, and seemed to realize that I wasn't the soberest squirrel on the street.

"Do you want to go inside and dance?" She asked slowly, seeing that I was shivering again.

I nodded and we headed inside. I felt more comfortable moving around, I wasn't that drunk, mostly just hyper and horny and clumsy – but I was always those things. Always.

I recognized Eric Yorkie, trying to stay to the beat while doing some extravagant jumping in the centre of the room. I went up to him and joined in his new style.

"Hey Yorkie, so what do you call this jumping style?" I asked grinning. He was really funny.

"Hmmm, Eric Style, of course" He replied without missing a jump.

The song finished a minute or two later, and I went on instinct and found my mouth attached to Eric's. Oh dear. We kissed for a few minutes, but I realized I was thirsty, so I pulled back.

"Whoa" He said, stunned.

"I'm thirsty, I'll see you Monday though" I smiled and walked away. In Vancouver I would always hook up with my friends –guys and girls alike – but apparently it was less common here.

I walked over to the drinks table, and grabbed a half empty mickey of green apple Smirnoff, and chugged most of it, savoring the burning sensation that remained in my throat. A cute surfer looking guy walked over then, eyeing me up and down.

"I brought that, but I didn't get to have any, isn't that a shame?" He asked, indicating to the Smirnoff.

"I'm sorry" I said, handing him the remaining liquid "Is there something I can do to make up for it?" I pouted at him – he had skater boy "swished across" hair and warm brown eyes.

He smiled dreamily in response, put the bottle on the table, and wrapped his hands around my lower back. He pulled me into him, and we kissed, occasionally stopping to smile or laugh or drink. After about a quarter of an hour, I was getting tired, so I pulled back, ran my tongue over his soft upper lip once more and pulled my arms back to my sides – they were slightly stiff.

"Do you want to check out downstairs?" He asked casually wrapping his tanned arm around my shoulders. I smiled in consent, and we tripped together down the stairs. He was instantly entertained by the pool game, so I gave him a peck – with some tongues – and walked over to the other end of the room.

Sitting on the sofa, nursing some Heineken was a familiar sexy face – Ryan. He glanced up when I murmured his name, and smiled - slightly creepily to be honest. I sat next to him and we talked for a while about the happenings at the party, and in Forks – not that there were many.

"So how old are you?" He asked huskily.

I shrugged in response. "Come on" he breathed "It won't change anything I will or won't do, I'm just curious"

"Alright, I'm 14" I sighed, knowing I was shit at lying when I was drunk – only then though.

He looked slightly taken aback, but he hid it carefully behind his smexy smile. "That's okay, I'm 23, but I really don't give a fuck cause you're the sexiest thing in this vicinity" With that, he leaned in and captured me.

I didn't care that he was almost a decade older than me, or that he had called me a thing – not that I was a feminist at all – all I cared was that now he was kissing me like an animal! It was crazy, I was wrapped tightly into him, and he had tangled his fists in my hair, clawing down my spandex covered back. My subconscious noticed that several onlookers were getting uncomfortable with our moaning, so I slowly pulled away.

Ryan seemed to get my unspoken point, so he pulled me of the sofa, and walked me up the stairs to the main floor, across a hallway, up another flight and down another hallway, until we finally reached his bedroom. I didn't take notice of the posters of bikini clad girls, or of the hastily stored bong in the corner, or even of the picture of a girl on his bedside table – which was now adjacent to my pillow supported head.

He leaned over me, desire in his emerald eyes, and crushed my parted lips with his. He pulled my arms above my head, and kissed down my neck, nuzzling his head and slightly unshaved face in my breasts. We kissed embarrassingly loud and rough for sometime, I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my hips into his.

He pulled my hair back from my neck and bit it, licking the exposed flesh. I kissed him again fiercely, rolling so that I was straddling his waist. I leaned down and kissed him lightly, gently swirling my tongue at the entrance of his mouth, tempting him.

He groaned in response, and ran his hands down my back over my butt –which he gave a not too gentle squeeze – and to the edge of my dress. He pulled it up, over my head, and tossed it on the ground. We kissed again – I lost track of time. He had rolled me over, and was exploring the newly exposed skin with his mouth. He then sat up, pulled off his shirt, added it to my dress, and leaned on me again. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and began to pull them down – to reveal his evident hard on. I ran my hands through his hair, smiling to cover my uncertainty. Although I made out with a lot of guys, I never went too far with them. I never really wanted to; I was usually just bored of dancing and drinking and needed some of their entertainment. How far did I want to go with Ryan? Probably not this far, but he was hot, and older, and knew what he was doing. Alright, I guess I'd do it –him rather.

Just then the door opened and in came an anxious looking Jessica. Her expression immediately turned to surprise when she saw us.

"Holy fuck!" She shouted

"Hey Jess" I grinned at her from under Ryan's half naked form. "What's up?"

"I was wondering when you wanted to leave – it it's almost two and …"

Her voice trailed off, so she resumed her surprised expression. Just then the door opened again, and in walked Mike, looking first surprised, then jealous, then angry, then surprised. Oh wasn't this fun!

"Holy fuck!" He mirrored Jessica's response. I didn't want the whole party to move up here, so I gave Ryan one more lingering kiss, crawled out from underneath him – Mike gaped at my yellow polka dot bra and green underwear, Jessica glowered at him – awkwardly pulled on my dress, and walked over to the new additions to the room.

Mike walked out of the room, and Jessica followed suit –neither seemed mad, they just didn't really know what to do in the situation. Jessica mumbled an "I'll see you downstairs" and shut the door.

I giggled, and glanced over at the 23 year old hottie. He was putting his shirt back on – a shame in my opinion. I walked over to him, stood on my tip toes, threw my arms around him and gave him a kiss. It didn't have the horny fire of earlier, but it was affectionate and cute. 20 minutes later he held me close to him, gave me a nip on the ear, turned me around, tapped my butt and sent me out the door with a "This will seem like a funny story in a few hours".

I skipped – well tripped really, down the stairs and into Jessica's awaiting arms. I wasn't very drunk anymore, just tipsy, but I was feeling tired, and wanting to avoid a hangover I thought it would be smart to go home.

"Are you ready to leave?" I asked her smiley lightly.

"Yeah, Angela and Lauren our outside, we'll met them there" She answered in her normal bubbly voice, no longer embarrassed now that Ryan and Mike weren't in the room.

We carefully walked out to her car, climbed in, and drove to my house - sleepy, but not too drunk. Once inside, we changed into comfortable clothes, bleary eyed and staggering, wiped off our make up, drank lots of water and curled up in my bed.

"Hey Alex" Angela said, sounding kind of shy "Exactly how many people did you, like kiss tonight?"

"Um…" I racked my brain – ow "I think like five, maybe. Why?" I answered nonchalantly.

"Wow" She and Lauren murmured together. We were quiet for a few minutes, burrowing under my vegan friendly "down" quilt.

"Did you guys get with anyone?" I asked, curious.

"Well, I was talking to a couple guys and stuff, but not really anything more" Angela said, while the other two chatted in agreement.

"Yeah, nothing like you and Ryan!" Jessica said excitedly. Oh jeez, this would be big news on Monday – not that I minded. At all. I was kind of excited for what Forks high would think. Or what Edward would think – would he think I was a slut? Did I care if he did? Yes, I really cared about what he thought of me. Too too much.

"Ryan!" Lauren practically yelled "Oh my god, tell me everything!"

Jessica immediately recalled what happened. "Okay, so I was downstairs with Mike, and we were looking for Alex because I wanted to go, then I go upstairs to look and I open a door, and she's lying on his bed half naked underneath him!"

"What?" Angela and Lauren gasped in unison.

I bit my lip. "We were both drunk…"

"Oh my god, tell us everything, what did you do?" Lauren asked still talking like a chipmunk on helium.

"Er, kissed, and stuff." I said, trying to remember.

"And stuff?" asked Jessica, interested.

"Not much other stuff, strictly 1st/2nd base. Not much groping or anything." I realized that despite the lack of clothing, we really hadn't done much. I think I was happy about this; I didn't really want to be a slut. Just a flirt who doesn't mind getting a tinsy bit physical.

"Still, oh my god! Ryan Smearth!" Angela seemed to be in awe.

"Hot stuff" I murmured in agreement, feeling tired.

I heard Jessica begin to snore lightly – oh fun. But soon I joined her in a subconscious place. I had a dreamless long sleep.