WELCOME BACK ? let's just hope into it i dont want to delay this any longer

She wandered aimlessly through the crowd, afraid to drink from her punch cup. She was afraid it was spiked or poisoned, with the way it was bubbling and the way the white froth at the top was sizzling. She ended up dumping it in a corner that somebody had peed in, standing aimlessly by the dance floor.

The girl yelped suddenly, feeling something - or someone - grind up against her. The girl flinched away, turning around to lay eyes upon the shirtless man behind her, his curly blonde hair framing her sculpted face. Demi easily recognized him; someone who would always pick on her along with Selena.

"Holy shit," the obviously drunk man horfed, "Demi? Man… without all the sweaters, you're hot as fuck!"

Demi secretly thanked herself for remembering to cover up her leg scars with concealer and her arm scars with literal globs of skin-colored lipstick. She smiled and thanked him, hoping he really would just go away. Instead, he rounded up near her, his hot breath tickling her neck as he attached his lips to the base of her neck.

Demi quickly flinched away, shaking her head wildly, "Ah, please don't! I think you have the wrong idea."

The guy raised his hands up in defense, nodding sincerely. "My bad. Hey, if you ever want a good time, though, hit me up."

He left with a wink, and Demi just whimpered and placed a hand over where his lips had been. She really hoped it wasn't going to leave a hickey, or something - that was something she did not want on her skin.

The next guy to approach her wasn't as sincere, she didn't even know who he was. Even with that in mind, he continued to rub against her thighs and waist as she stood, and Demi tried to ignore it. However, when he came closer and cupped her face, she had to quickly break away and step back. She tried to say exactly what she said to the other guy, but he didn't care.

"Mmm," he moaned into her ear, moving closer.

"Really, leave me alone…" Demi stuttered, pushing him away. He kept progressing, through, easily overpowering her.

"You know, I can make you feel real good." The man breathed on her lips, holding her face still even if she fought. She tried to raise her knee to kick him in the pelvis, but he had guarded it with his left leg.

He laughed at her futile attempt, "Don't worry, I'll treat you right…"

"Get the fuck off of her, Jeremy," a voice scoffed, pulling the force away from her.

Demi looked up, releasing some tears once she was finally away from the scary man. Selena had him by the hem of his shirt, pulling him away and sending him to her jock friends to deal with.

Demi sobbed once into her pale, bloodless hands and crawled into Selena's torso, gathering her in a mostly one-sided hug. Demi's head buried itself inside of the girl's stomach, knees sinking to the ground with hurt edging her sobs.

"What did he do to you?" Selena asked pathetically, patting the girls head―she still didn't really know how to comfort her just yet.

"I don't want to talk about it," Demi muffled into the girl's abdomen. "I just want to go home."

Selena pulled her up, patting her back and wrapping an arm around her, "Don't worry, I'll just stay with you the rest of the night. I can't leave yet, though, cause I promised I'd help clean up."

Selena kept her promise, staying with her the whole night. With her, nobody cared to approach her or force themselves to her. They mostly just sat by the tables, talking or making fun of the drunken dancers until the night came to an end and the red solo cups were rolling against the floor on their rims, bubbling alcohol fizzing out of them. The party lights were hanging and swaying off of the wall, the duct tape weakened by the constant beer-splashing and the time when a guy had drunkenly peed on the wall.

Of course, the party was still pretty bad, but the two girls took pride in the fact that they had managed to keep their face dresses relatively clean; the other girls had ruined their dresses so bad, the vomit stains and brown smearing of beer would probably seep through and stick to their skin as well. At least, that's what Demi and Selena joked about. Selena even slept on Demi's shoulder for a while, but was jolted awake not too long after when a guy shouted something stupid like, "Ate that pussy like shrimp-fried-rice!" (I'M SORRY BUT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY THIS IN THE STORY)

Other than the rampant horny teenage boys trying to grind against them, Demi had a fun time talking with Selena. She remember even Selena saying, "You're so much better than I thought you always were."

Of course, that was enough to make Demi's night as a whole.

Selena was crouched against the ground, stacking the cups up and shaking the liquid out of it, squelching her face. Demi rolled her eyes, "Let's just go home. You cleaned up enough cups."

"Bleh," Selena snorted, dropping the cups into the garbage. "I have to stay and help more. I have to keep up a reputation."

"Not like this loser would know, would she?" a snide voice called from beyond the dirty hallway, which had to be Taylor. The blonde-haired girl had a man wrapped around her, clinging to her like she was his life. Demi assumed that they had only met today, as well, which made it worse. The girl was even giving Demi a nasty, dagger-shooting look.

Of course, all Demi could think was: Shit.

next chapter is gonna be wild not gonna lie, so get ready ! i also ! do not hate taylor at all, she's just the main antagonist in these stories so ? yes im stealing her for this oops