Chapter 4

The time was around 6 PM when Nevaeh finally finished a half hour long shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and went to her room where she threw herself on the bed. For her, this was just going to be yet another boring, though relaxed, weekend at home. Everyone was probably already on their way to the big party at the school. Except for herself of course, she wasn't planning on going. She hated parties and school, so those two things combined was a complete disaster, there was no way she would let anyone talk her into going. Luckily for her that wasn't going to be a problem, since she didn't know anyone, who would actually try to talk her into it. Nevaeh was a loner, she spent most of her time at home, reading books and watching T.V. Her mother wasn't too thrilled about her spending so much time at home alone, but she didn't know what to do or say to make her daughter go and socialize, so she said nothing. She pretended like her daughter's behavior was perfectly normal.

Nevaeh was just about to turn on her television, when suddenly she heard some girlie chat coming from outside her house. She stood up and went to an already open window, seeing 3 all dressed up girls stand in the middle of the road, just outside her house. Nevaeh was curious, even though she didn't seem like it, she was actually one of the most curious people in the world.

She knew all 3 of them from school. On the right was the short Asian girl with long, curly, dark brown hair. She was wearing a strapless , tight, blue dress and a pair of black high heels. Nevaeh wasn't sure what her name was, it was something starting with a G or a K, it didn't really matter anyway, so she didn't bother trying to remember, but instead she took a look at the girl on the left. She was tall with long blonde hair, but it wasn't hanging loose like the Asian girl's hair, it was tied up in some insane bun, which made Nevaeh wonder who had dressed her hair because it looked like it was done by a professional. Her outfit wasn't nearly as impressive as her hair, it was just a plain black dress and a pair of red high heels. Actually it didn't really matter if her outfit was more boring than all the other girls', since her baby face and giant boobs could get her any guy she wanted, no matter what she was wearing.

Nevaeh remembered her name being Tiffany. They were in the same English class, along with Tiffany's best friend, Emma, who happened to be the girl in the middle and practically Nevaeh's neighbor too. Emma's shoulder length, light brown hair hung loose as always, though she had a silver barrette formed as a heart attached to the right side of her hair. The strapless, short, salmon colored dress and matching shoes fit her perfectly. She had that cute face and skinny body every girl in the world would give their left arm to get. Even though she was hot and all the boys at school probably dreamed of her every night, she never really used it for her benefit. She seemed like a very shy and cautious girl, who didn't have a clue about just how beautiful she was, which was probably the reason why she had never had a boyfriend and hung around losers, instead of being together with girls like Michelle and Layla. Those girls were pretty and they knew it. That was what made Emma an outsider instead of the popular girl. Her personality totally ruined the image she was meant to bear... And like that wasn't enough, she was also known for being desperately in love with a Sophomore called Jay. Every Freshman knew about it, so it was a mystery to Nevaeh how the news hadn't reached the Sophomores yet. Well, she didn't really care... She didn't care about anybody, especially not those 3 girls... But still she couldn't help herself from leaning closer to the window, quietly listening to what the girls were talking about.

"I swear, I could kill that Mike guy!" The Asian girl complained, stomping her foot in anger. Emma and Tiffany both looked at her like she was insane.

"Relax, Gail. He got into a fight and so what? You don't even like the guy, so why do you care?" Tiffany asked, lifting her eyebrow.

"He made us look like complete idiots! Now we'll never hear the end of it."

"And by us you mean the cheerleading squad, right?"

"Of course I mean the cheerleading squad, Tiff! The other squad has been bothering us the whole year and now they actually have something worth bitching about and it's all because of him!" Gail crossed her arms and pouted, she was definitely not happy with the way the finals ended, "What do you think?" everyone went silent as the Asian and the blonde looked at Emma, who was staring at the asphalt, looking dead or something near that, "Emma, Earth to Emma?"

"What?" she looked up at her friends, sending them a confused smile. Tiffany and Gail's looks were filled with disappointment, once again Emma had drafted into her own world, not paying any attention to what her friends were talking about, "Sorry, what did you say, Gail?" Gail just shook her head.

"Just forget it," Gail and Tiffany looked the other way. Emma dug into her purse and grabbed her mobile phone, giving it a quick glance, while she began tapping her foot impatiently.

"Adam was supposed to pick us up over 5 minutes ago, where the hell is he?" Tiffany and Gail turned to look at her.

"Well, he is in the school council, so he's probably helping out with something at the school," Tiffany suggested, but Emma shook her head.

"No, he wasn't given any assignment, he told me that after their last meeting... Damn, he said he would be here, now why isn't he here yet?"

"I don't kn-"

Tiffany was cut off by a loud hooting and a red convertible stopped right in front of the 3 impatient girls.

"Hey girls, you want a ride?" a smug guy with dark sunglasses asked with a confident smirk crossing his face.

"Get lost, loser," Gail snapped, shooting him a glare.

"Hey Tiff, show us your tits, will ya'?" A pale guy with a funny accent laughed.

"Very funny, Sheamus, why don't you ask someone your own size?" Tiffany said, not really being bothered by his dirty request.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" both him and Mike chocked their heads, waiting for Tiffany to come up with some saucy comment.

"It means, what you have in your pants, will have to match these," she pointed at her boobs before continuing, "which basically means you ain't getting nothing from me," and with that being said, Mike burst into an uncontrollable laughter, but Sheamus didn't find her comment so amusing.

"You think ya' funny, huh?" he grind his teeth and glared at her with eyes that could kill.

"Actually... I do," she sent him a cocky smile, winking at him, before bursting into a loud laughter along with her friends.

"See you later," Mike said with eyes tearing up after all the laughing.

Nevaeh watched as the guy with the stupid hat from earlier and his ginger friend took off, leaving the girls to themselves, but only for a couples of minutes because then came Adam, Emma's perfect brother, and picked them up, driving them to the school where the big party would take place. Apparently he was late because Maryse and Eve had asked him to pick up some CDs they had forgotten at home.

Nevaeh sat back down on her bed, turning on the television. She was zapping through all the channels, when someone knocked on her door.

"Yeah?" she said, not looking up at her mother as she entered the room, "what do you want?"

"Tom could be here any minute, why haven't you packed your things yet?" her mother sounded really annoyed.

"What are you talking about, it's your weekend, did you forget that?"

"No, of course not, but don't you remember what I told you this morning?" Nevaeh started to get a bad feeling in her stomach, she was supposed to be with her mother this weekend, right?

"Don't you remember I wasn't paying any attention to you?" Nevaeh was afraid her mother heard her voice quiver. Bette, her mother, sighed loudly and shook her head.

"No, no, no... I didn't forget that either," she said slowly in a tired tone, "what I was trying to tell you this morning, was that your father," whenever Bette referred to Tom as her father, Nevaeh went nauseous, "and I traded weekends because I'm going to visit my sick friend, Janet, and I won't be home before Monday afternoon."

"What? You... you traded weekends?"

"Nevaeh, don't do this again, I'm tired and I have to get up early tomorrow to catch a flight."

"I don't care, why can't I just be here? I can be here by myself!" Nevaeh shouted, getting on her feet, holding on to her towel tightly.

"I'm not going to discuss this again," Bette shook her head, not showing any sign of mercy.

"I'm not going, you know how much I hate him, how could you do this to me!" Nevaeh's eyes were already tearing, she didn't want to go, she would rather go to that stupid party than go to Tom's.

Bette rubbed her forehead, trying to avoid getting an even worse headache, "You're not staying here by yourself, end of discussion."

"But it's so boring and Tom has so many rules, pleeeaase, just let me stay!" Nevaeh was afraid, two weekends in a row with Tom were too much, she couldn't do it.

"Nevaeh, I said end of discussion, now pack your things, I'm tired of hearing you complain!" her mother shouted in a very angry tone, leaving her room immediately, slamming the door close behind her.

Nevaeh stood there in the middle of her room with tears flowing down her cheeks. At her father's seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days and days felt like months. Every visit was the same. They fought and fought and fought, a never ending battle. She hated it and she hated him. He was a terrible father, but she was the only one who knew.

"I'll drive you home whenever you want me to. Cena needed some help at the booth, so I volunteered. I'll be there if you need me, okay?" Emma's blond brother, Adam, said, sending her and her friends a brotherly smile.

"Cool, and thank you for taking us here, if it wasn't for you, I would have been at home right now, since our car broke down," Gail said, smiling back at Adam.

"Yeah, thank you, Adam," Tiffany nodded and smiled, turning to look at her shorter friend, Emma, who didn't look too pleased with the situation.

"Now if you'll excuse me, ladies, I have to go deliver these," Adam waved with the CDs he had picked up earlier for Maryse and Eve, "I'll see you later, have fun," he turned around and walked into a big crowd of people, probably heading for the other end of the gym, where Maryse and Eve would be along with some other people from the school council.

"Damn, your brother has everything under control and he's not even the head of the school council. First he picks up something for someone else, then he takes us to the party and then suddenly he has volunteered to help John and Christopher with the food and drink booth, I would never manage that!" Gail babbled, not realizing no one was listening to her.

"Is something wrong?" Tiffany asked Emma when Adam was finally out of sight. Emma looked up at her, giving a small pout.

"I'm just tired of being the perfect guy's baby sister," Emma sighed loudly and looked at the crowd her brother had disappeared into, "I mean... Everyone loves him. The Freshmen, the Sophomores, the Juniors, hell, even the Seniors love him and he's only a sophomore himself!"

"He can manage a lot, yes, but I think that's the only reason why people love him so much. They use him," Tiffany knew what she said wouldn't cheer up Emma, but it was worth a try.

"It's not just people at school... He's my father and mother's little angel. He can proudly show them all his straight As and still say, you know that summer camp Emma is going to this year, so she won't get kicked out of school? I'm going too as one of the Freshmen's prefects... Ugh, it makes me sick!"

Gail didn't take much interest in what Emma was saying. She heard names like Adam and Jay, and that was really all she needed to hear to know that Emma was giving her usual speech about the brother who's a bitch and Jay who's perfect. Instead shelooked around, hoping to spot the awkward, but cute new guy. Unfortunately he was nowhere to be seen and actually it would be kind of odd if he was at the party, since he wasn't even a student yet.

The only ones Gail could spot, which gave her at least some kind of emotion, were Mike and Sheamus. They were standing at the booth, pouring themselves a cup of punch.

"Damn, this tastes like shit, why the hell would they serve something like this?" Mike asked, looking at Sheamus, who looked like he just got a bright idea.

"Tell me about it... Why don't we spice it up a bit, Miz?" Mike raised an eyebrow and smiled viciously.

"You mean with this?" he asked and opened his jacket a bit, showing Sheamus, who acted surprised, a bottle of vodka he had hidden under it.

"Exactly, I'll guard," and with that Sheamus turned around and made sure no one saw Mike add the liquor to the punch. Mike came up with the idea when they were at the camp meeting and of course Sheamus had thought it was a great idea. Mike and Sheamus couldn't wait though, so they had already drunken some of the vodka on their way to the party and it was finally starting to kick in.

After they had completed their mission, they poured another cup of punch and sneaked away from the crime scene. Emma, Tiffany and Gail wondered what they were up to, when they walked past them, giggling like they had a secret to protect. There was no doubt the secretive expression on their face meant trouble.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" someone behind the three girls mumbled and they turned around quickly, just to find out it was the head of the school council, John Cena. He stumbled around with too many red plastic cups in his hands. Eventually he dropped every single one of them.

"You need some help?" Tiffany asked and got on her knees, quickly followed by her two friends.

"Thanks, I guess I was a little overloaded," he chuckled and helped the girls gather all the cups, "Will you help me take these to the booth?"

"Sure," the three girlfriends said in chorus and followed him to the booth, where they were soon joined by Christopher and Adam.

"Weren't you supposed to watch the booth while I was out getting these?" John asked them in a blaming tone.

Emma, Tiffany and Gail listened to the boy's conversation while pouring themselves some punch.

"Relax, we just took a quick walk around the gym to see if everybody was having a good time," Christopher replied, putting on a transparent smile, making John raise his eyebrow. He stepped closer to Chris and leaned over him till their faces were really, really close.

"I'm not that stupid," he said and shook his head, "Breathe," Chris knew he was busted and did as he was told. John wrinkled up his nose, closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away from Chris.

"Sorry John, it was only a half cigarette and Adam didn't have one, he was just keeping me company."

"I don't care, it's a disgusting habit. Now get yourself some gum before the teachers notice!"

Nevaeh sat silently on the couch, trying to figure out how to get away from Tom. She didn't have any friends she could go to and Tom knew it, so she couldn't use a sleepover as an excuse. She didn't have a boyfriend or any other family living nearby. All she had was that stupid party, but at least it was better than being alone with Tom.

"There's a party at my school I really wanna go to, can I?" she asked nervously, already knowing the answer. Tom sat in a chair not far from Nevaeh, he was watching T.V. and when he heard her talking, he only glanced at her.

"Well, I don't know about that," he almost whispered with that deep, hoarse voice of his, as he ran his fingers through his short dark brown hair, "I think you should stay here tonight."

"Why?" Nevaeh didn't dare to look at him, she knew he had a very short fuse and the last thing she wanted was to argue with him. This time Tom turned and looked directly at Nevaeh, almost forcing her to look him in the eyes, not speaking until he knew he had her fully attention.

"Honey, you're going to that school camp thing throughout the whole summer, I'm gonna miss you. So please, spend some time with your daddy while you're home," they stared into each others eyes for a moment, not saying anything. His eyes were ice blue, cold and uncaring. Tom knew he had won the battle already, so he just sent her a satisfied smile and turned back towards the T.V.

"Oh my God, I'm so wasted!" Mike laughed and staggered into Sheamus, who grabbed his friend by his arms so he wouldn't fall.

"You don't say!" Sheamus laughed along and helped Mike with getting back his balance. They had drunken the punch outside, so the chilly weather had made their bodies give a stronger reaction to the alcohol. Sheamus was only slightly intoxicated, since Mike had drunken most of the unmixed vodka, while Sheamus only had had a few sips and some punch.

"Man, what I wouldn't give to suck on those tits," Mike pointed towards Tiffany, who was standing by the booth, looking around the gym like she wasn't a part of the conversation her friends were having. Sheamus couldn't help but burst into a hysterical laughter, Mike automatically following him.

"Let's go get 'em for ya'!"

Gail and Emma were discussing Michelle and Layla's choice of music with John and Chris. John and Gail thought the music was okay, but so far they had missed out on some of the greatest pop hits. Chris wanted them to play metal, while Emma just wanted something with a little rock'n'roll in it, her brother actually agreeing with her. Tiffany was the only one who didn't give her own opinion, but no one really seemed to notice anyway. Neither did anyone notice the influenced couple, who staggered towards them with a big fat grin plastered to their face. At least not until one of them spoke.

"Hey Tiff, I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" Tiffany turned her attention towards a guy with a short fauxhawk, sighing loudly as she realized who it was.

"I'm not in the mood for you two right now. Go bother someone else," Tiffany said and looked away from them, while everyone else turned to look at them. She wouldn't say Mike wasn't good looking and hell, if he didn't socialize with a perverted loser like Sheamus, maybe she would even consider dating someone like him. But his persona was just intolerable and his cocky attitude was so fucking annoying.

"Come on, how can you say no to a face like that?" Sheamus grabbed Mike's chin between his thumb and index finger, making everyone focus on his trembling bottom lip and big, begging eyes.

Tiffany raised a brow and shook her head slightly, "Surprisingly easy. Now will you leave me alone?" Mike and Sheamus didn't take a note of the irritated tone in her voice, instead they walked closer, Mike taking the lead, of course. Sheamus didn't mind, after all, she had offended him earlier that night and he didn't really want her to make him look stupid again in front of all those people, so he let Mike do his thing. She deserved whatever he was going to do or say to her.

Mike placed himself in a position where he could whisper in her ear, not realizing she could probably smell his alcoholic breath, "There's no one in the bathroom and I'm horny as hell," Tiffany understood his hint and pushed him away from her immediately, before slapping him across the face. Her friends didn't do anything. They knew she could handle him perfectly by herself and they kind of wanted to see how it ended.

"Do I look like I wanna have sex with a loser like you?" she screamed, getting the attention of a certain member of the school council, who rushed over to them. Emma's eyes landed on him and she blushed instantly, quickly pouring herself another drink, wolfing it all down in a few seconds, before pouring yet another.

"What is going on here?" the blond asked and glared at Mike and Sheamus, who obviously was a part of the problem.

"That drunken bastard wants to have sex with me in the school's bathroom!" Tiffany knew just what to say to get Jay really pissed off at Mike. Jay directed his steps towards Mike and grabbed him by his arm.

"Why aren't you three doing something about this? Help me throw these idiots out!" Jay ordered, Chris, Adam and John quickly helping him with dragging them away. All the students turned to look at Mike and Sheamus, who protested loudly.

Tiffany closed her eyes in relief and breathed out heavily. She didn't give guys much attention, even though she was one of the few who was fully developed already. Especially not guys as charmless as the self-proclaimed "bad ass" duo.

She glanced over at Gail and Emma to find out what they were doing. Emma was still drinking punch and Gail looked like she was trying to calm her down.

"Get yourself together, girl, he's just a guy," Gail said and couldn't help but smile over her upset friend.

"He was so close! Oh my God, what am I gonna do if he joins us now?" Emma was unsteady and confused.

"If he joins you'll talk to him, it's as simple as that."

"I don't feel well."

"Nonsense, you're just nervous," but Emma wasn't kidding, she wasn't feeling very well. Her head was acting weird and it was like the room slowly spun around her, "Look, there they are and Jay is with them! Tiff, we have to help Emma. She won't act on this huge opportunity unless we help her!"

"What can we do? We can't make her talk to him?" Tiffany knew what Gail was about to suggest and she really didn't feel like it. She hated that obsoleted copulation ritual. She sent her a tired, disobliging look, but Gail wouldn't give up that easy. She just didn't give her no choice.

"I'll even let you have John," the boys walked up to them, but before they even got to say anything, Gail grabbed Chris by the wrist and shouted, "I wanna dance!" while dragging him towards the dance floor.

Tiffany sighed before putting on a fake smile and jumping towards John, "Me too," she said and took John's hand in her own.

Adam, Jay and Emma sent each other a confused look. But Jay was a gentleman, he wouldn't let the last girl stand alone while watching her friends having fun and since there was only him and her brother left, he figured it'll be him, who had to ask her to dance.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked in a very polite way. Emma nodded slowly, but regretted doing so immediately. She wouldn't be able to dance in her condition. Her head was spinning and she felt nauseous, "Cool," Jay took her hand and she hated herself for not being able to concentrate on enjoying it. They just got to the dance floor, when Jay placed himself right in front of her and a jet of puke splashed all over his fine clothes.

People around them were stunned. Had a Freshman just puked all over the most respected guy of the whole school? Emma didn't dare to look at him and she didn't let a second pass by, before she ran out of the gym, almost falling twice during her escape. Adam, Gail and Tiffany followed not very far behind her.

"Just let it all out," Tiffany said and pulled back Emma's hair, so she wouldn't get vomit on it. Adam had driven them home immediately after the incident, not allowing Jay to give Emma his reaction to her sudden sickness. Gail was leaning against the wall, while Emma was kneeling in front of the toilet with Tiffany right beside her.

"Tiff, I can take the lead if you can't do this," Adam offered, the blonde only giving a small shake of head with a quick look over her shoulder, "Something this dirty is not something a girl like you should be doing."

"I can handle this just fine," Tiffany stated, concentrating back to her friend as she gave a comforting rub to Emma's back.

Tears were streaming down Emma's cheeks as her stomach contracted yet another time, filling the bowl with a mix of punch and macaroni.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Gail asked and fumbled with a tube containing a thick, red cream while giving it a somewhat questioning look.

"Yes!" Emma shouted and began sobbing as soon as the vomit stopped pouring out of her.

LoveToTheCucumber's A/N: Sorry about the huge delay!

Pixiella's A/N: Yeeeeah, again this took so long for us to update.. And originally it was my fault since I didn't notice the new chapter in my mailbox until it had been there about a month already.. :p But yeah, here it is now, finally! And yes, this counts as Cucu's last weeks update since I got this to my mailbox before the deadline and no, this doesn't count as either of us update for this week. I'm just putting this on since the story is in my profile, you know.

Umm, I had something else to say. Well, originally this chapter was suppose to be mine but right now I don't really care, since things changed a bit as we planned such a long chapters and decided to split up some things into more than one chapter like originally intented.. But either way, next chapter is again going to be mine, so don't really expect it coming up very soon. Me and my million on-going projects, damn. XD

Okay, so drop us a review after (or while, whatever is your thing~) reading the chapter and maybe we get this rolling again soon. Until we meet again, love and peace out~ o/ :DD