A/N: Almost done! Please read and review….I don't own DG, Jakey Wakey, blablabla…

Callie walked into Spinner's house, pushing everyone out of the way. Her head was pounding; two little drummers were pursuing a constant cadence all throughout her brain. Alright, you're going to talk to Shane. You're going to talk to him. Yeah, yeah! I'm gonna talk to him about this. And yell, yeah, yell, yell, yell! Because he's an asshole! Bolting through the hallway a sharp pain nudged in her the arm as she slammed between the crowded clumps of people, screaming swear words at anyone who crossed her path. Seeing Emma giggling nearby she rolled her eyes, watching her smile widely and look oh-so perfect in her baby blue polo in khakis. Surrounded by Paige, Hazel and Jimmy, Callie felt lightly jealous, remembering that during a simpler time that was her. Craig had his arms wrapped around Emma's waist, holding her beneath his chin, forcing what looked like a fake smile. Callie scowled at her, hoping that if she stared long enough she would just melt to the ground. No such luck. Trying to look away she kept her pace, but looked over again, minorly affected. Craig always held me like that. He's holding another girl the way he held me. Walking steadily to find Shane she tried to forget about it, and instead just concentrated on looking through the hordes of people. Darting past Emma she ripped her drink out of her hands, than stopped in front of her, drinking it in one large sip. Continuing walking she threw the plastic cup behind her, acknowledging none of the group, though she had just literally stepped into the middle of their conversation. Emma huffed, studying the plastic, crinkled cup. Craig looked at her in shock while Paige and Emma's mouths dropped open, definitely wanting to say something that wasn't a compliment. Callie continued storming around the house, in desperate search of Shane. With her tight leather jacket falling off her small body she continued to steal drinks from people, not even caring that it tasted like shit or that she didn't know what it was. As she came before a smaller, more compact hallway, an older looking guy exiting the bathroom spotted her, stalking closely behind her.

"Can I help you?" Callie fired, shooting around.

The college looking guy put his arm around her, smiling.

"Hey baby, why don't you get out of that dress and be a little more comfortable," he said, nuzzling against her neck.

Callie shuffled him off of her roughly, causing him to spill his drink all over his white shirt. The attractive guy mumbled a four-letter word at her under his breath, while he angrily shook out his shirt. Callie didn't care, and grasped an oak handle to which looked like a bedroom. Locked. She than opened the door next to it, seeing Chinese symbols and dragonfly's plastered on the corners of the wooden door. When she opened it, a wave of shock shook her body. Shane and Evie were making out intensely on the bed, and Evie's black shirt had already been catapulted across the room.

"Oh my god,"

"Hey babe, want to join us?" Shane said nonchalantly from underneath Evie, who was lying on top of him, one of her legs on either side of him. He laughed and put his head back down on the pillow, while Evie played with his belt, shaking out her flowing dark hair and wiping her mouth with the side of her hand. Callie closed the door and walked away, even more angered than before. Shoving people by their shoulders to clear her path she slammed into a short, red haired girl who was eating something, and her small appetizer ended up all over Callie.

"Bitch what's your problem?" Callie shouted, getting about in inch from her face.

The girl jumped back, ready to start a fight.

"Whoa, chill girl, or you gonna get hurt,"

Callie pushed her rougher this time, causing her to tremble over a counter. The girl gasped in pain, yet decided Callie wasn't worth her time. She nudged the girl off, and approached the kitchen again, where she stumbled into Sully. When he turned around she nearly tore his drink out of his hand, her vision slightly blurry.

"Gracias!"

She gulped the whole clear substance in one sip, and as she kept walking she grabbed for Heather Sinclair's, until someone stopped her. Spinner was holding his hand out, halting her motionless.

"Why don't we give this back to Heather, you've had a little one to many," he said, trying not to laugh, though Callie looked a little cute tipsy.

"Shut up Spinner! You're not my freak of a dad! I need it, Spinner…phssh. What kind of name is Spinner anyway? Your mom mine as well named her kids Hopper, Jumper, and Headstand…er….give me the damn drink!" she said, grabbing it from his hand. She swallowed almost all at once and threw it at the wall, slightly amused.

"Now the party's really started! Wahoo!"

Spinner put an arm on her shoulder, looking around the room. "Callie," he said, trying to calm her obnoxious, high-pitched voice down. People were starting to stare, and not in a good way.

"Ooh, Spinner! I never knew you thought of me that way," she said, looking at his hand. She licked her lips with her tongue, playing games with her facial expression. She scooted up about an inch from him and grabbed his hands, wrapping them around her waist. She leaned into kiss him, and he stopped her, pretending as if he didn't want too.

"Silly Callie, what are you doing, ha-ha," he said, looking around, just mentally praying Paige was nowhere in sight. Spinner really wasn't good at faking. In reality, he was just drawing more attention to himself.

"Let's go find somewhere for you to lye down," he said, taking her hand. She giggled foolishly as he led her around the bend of the bedrooms, pulling her bumpily into a small, darkened closet. He shut the door and Callie leaned against a pile of coats for support, taking a large, deep breath and talking to herself.

"You don't need Shane. Or stupid Craig. Stupid, stupid Shane with his stupid man-whore…"

"Shane, let's not worry about Shane, or Craig," he said, tucking her hair behind her ears. They kissed deeply for about five minutes, and Callie embraced him back, fooling around with his tongue ring playfully.

Well hey, she wanted this, right?

He slid his hand roughly up her chest from the side of her dress, and it even hurt her a bit as Spinner coarsely and jaggedly grabbed her breasts. Ow.

He kissed her again, this time sliding his hand to undo the zipper of her dress.

"Spinner,"

"Shh, don't talk,"

"Spinner…Spinner…"

"What?"

Callie's face turned white as he looked at her, not wanting to stop. She tried to contain herself as a puddle of vomit trailed out of her mouth, hitting Spinner's shoe than following to the ground.

"Oh my god, Callie these were new!" he said, shaking his shoes out. Callie put her hands over her stomach in pain, and Spinner hurried out of the closet as discretely as he could, disgusted at his shoes, rather than what he had just done. Callie fumbled against the door soon after it, holding onto it for support. She stumbled out back into the party, where everyone was staring at her. She wasn't drunk, yet was just in that state of mind that can make you a bit clumsy. In addition, she was really vulnerable – and angry. Honestly, she was baffled as to why she had just let Spinner Mason feel her up.

"What are you all fucking looking at? Take a god damn picture!" she screamed, reaching underneath her leather jacket and pulling up the strap on her mini dress. A lot of people looked at her suspiciously again – she was skinny again, really skinny.

Again, the random guy from the bathroom spotted her again, this time grabbing her.

"Hey darlin, drink?" he said, extending out his plastic blue cup. Callie smiled widely. Instead of grabbing the drink she grabbed his arm, using it for support to jump up on the table. She kicked all the food and plates over, alarming a series of heart wrenching noises.

"Callie, what the fuck?" Spinner shouted, tearing his hair in aggravation. A large crowd suddenly attracted, and in the distance Craig, Paige, Emma, Hazel and Jimmy all looked over, much like the rest of the party.

"Hey Marco! Turn up this music! I love this song!" Callie shouted, extremely energetically. She just needed to have some fun. She had just walked in on Shane and Evie, and she had just vomited all over Spinner…though it was not from the alcohol.

Marco wasn't sure what to do. From the living room he very hesitantly turned the volume dial up, almost looking at Spinner in fright.

Callie started dancing provocatively, attracting an even larger crowd, mainly guys, over to the table. She ripped her jacket off her small body and threw it into the other room, where it landed on some freshman's head. Oh shit, that was my jacket! Oh well, I think I stole that one anyway.

Callie laughed and ran her fingers through her blonde hair, shaking it all around. She laughed and touched the ground, doing a tootsie roll, followed by just a solid minute of shaking her butt. The random guy who offered her a drink jumped on the table next to her, as well as another college looking guy. As Callie continued to body roll the college guys sandwiched her between them, grinding with her and grabbing her butt.

"She's such a whore!" Paige said, looking at Callie in disgust.

"This has got to stop," Craig said, in shock. As he walked closer to the table Emma jumped in front of him, freezing him.

"Craig, what are you doing?"

"Ending this!"

"You're my boyfriend, remember?"

"Yeah, and that's my friend up there, totally unaware of what she's doing."

"Really Craig? I think she knows damn well what she's doing. Gosh you chase after Callie more than you chase after me! If you really care about me, than turn around and walk back over to Jimmy."

Craig sighed.

"Excuse me Emma."

"Ugh!" Emma snorted, infuriated, as Craig walked up to the table. He jumped up on it, kicking the remaining drinks over.

"Dude, table's full!" one of the guys said, who was dancing with Callie.

Craig grabbed Callie's hand, yanking her out of the two guys.

"Bye!" she waved. "Hey wait," she said, studying Craig's hold on her hand. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to be the hero again? No! I know you threatened Shane. Well ya know what? I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself!" she screamed, fully sober, squirming for him to let go of it.

"The lady said no!" one of the guys shouted, grabbing Callie's other hand.

"Let go of her!"
"No, she's coming with me! You don't even know her!"

"You little asshole!" the guy pushed Craig off the table, slamming him in the face with his fist. Craig fumbled back, into Emma in a painful way. The guy jumped off the table than punched him in the stomach, followed by a quick elbow to his side.

"Craig!" Emma shouted, tending to him.

Callie slumped her head on the table, dropping her mouth.

"Ha-ha!" she laughed, as did everyone else, mainly at Craig, who had just gotten the shit beaten out of him.

"Let me see," Emma said softly to Craig, who was on the ground. Emma put her hands on both sides of his head and reeled his eye close to her, blowing on the swollen area lightly.

Emma winced her head back at Callie, who was laughing right at Craig. She bolted over to Callie and grabbed her by the ankle, knocking her down on the table.

"Don't mess with me Greenpeace, I'll kick your ass!" she said, holding her stomach again.

"Prove it!"

Callie swung at Emma, and Emma swung back, starting a fight. It was hard to tell who won, especially when Jimmy pulled Emma back and another guy pulled Callie back. It looked like Callie had succeeded in bruising Emma though; she had a big bump now under her eye. She always was a tough cookie.

Emma screamed. "Let me go Jimmy she needs to get what she deserves!"

"Get what I deserve!"

"Yeah you pregnant whore! You're a fucking slut and you're ruining my life!" Then, that was it, the whole room went silent. Callie looked around, breathing deeply. Everybody was looking at her- everybody knew.