A/N I'm getting so into this fic! I really hope that you guys like it as much as I do! Sorry for any mistakes I make. I'm not a professional, just a girl with a laptop. WARNING: This chapter is pretty intense. I don't think it's M material quote yet, but this fic may get there. I'm not sure yet.

"I have such a surprise for you tonight." Terri told Emma over the phone. Most people would be excited if their best friend told them they had a surprise for them, but Emma knew better.

"Terri, you know I really don't like surprises." Emma didn't mind surprises, she just didn't like surprises from Terri.

"Well this is a good one. I'll come over at like six and we can get ready together."

"Why don't I come to your house?"

"Why?"

"Your parents encourage you to go to frat parties… Mine wouldn't. In fact, they would probably send me to convent or lock me in my room and not let me out until I was 35 if I told them we were going to party with a bunch of college tools."

"First off, they're not tools, they're awesome. But whatever, be here at six, don't be late."

"Yeah, Terri. I'll be there."

What had Emma gotten herself into? She didn't even know the half of what was in store for her tonight.

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Emma was wearing a dress that she definitely didn't feel comfortable in. It wasn't her's she didn't own a dress that was so low cut and short. It was, of course, Terri's. "Terri, I'm really not sure about this dress."

"Em, you totally look hot."

"I don't want to be hot. I want to be classy. That's who I am. I'm not hot, I'm classy."

"Well tonight, you're hot, so deal with it. These frat boys don't want to see a sexy librarian, they just want to see sexy."

"Like I care about impressing them."

"Well I do." Terri snapped. "So can you please just not be yourself for one night."

If Terri had wanted someone who wasn't Emma so bad why hadn't she brought Megan or Lily like she asked her too. They would have no problem acting like total sluts because it wouldn't be an act.

"Okay. Are you ready to go?"

"Last chance to rent a movie and order a pizza." Emma offered.

"No way. You look way too awesome to waste it on me."

That was just it though, Emma didn't look awesome. She look terrible. She looked like one of those women that she always secretly made fun of. Slutty black little dress, too much make up on. Even her hair looked slutty. "Alright." Emma said. "Lets go."

They got a ride from Terri's parents. "We're probably not going to be able to drive home." Terri said. Not that Terri or Emma has their license. Will was the only one of the three that did. That made sense, seeing as he was the oldest. 4 months and 22 days older than Emma. Terri just made it seem that they needed a ride from her parents because they were drinking because she didn't want to be seen as the little kid who's mommy had to drop her off to the frat party.

It was just what Emma has imagined it to be. There were drunken tools all over the front room, some were already passed out on the couch, some were screaming and being obscene. Terri took her hand and pulled her over to the punch bowl where Seth stood with another boy.

He was attractive. Had dark hair and muscles bulging out of his shirt. He was wearing a casual T-shirt and jeans which made Emma feel like she was extremely over dressed.

"Hey Seth." Terri said, giving him her special smile that she reserved only for her future breakfast-makers.

"Terri." He said, giving her a hug. "Hey Emma."

Emma ignored his greeting, asking herself why she had come to this place to being with.

"Emma, this is my friend, Zach. This is Terri's friend that we were telling you about." The boy called Zach smiled at Emma.

"You weren't lying." He said. "She's smoking."

"I am standing right here." Emma said, annoyed, wishing that she was wearing a turtle neck, or even her cheerios uniform would be more conservative that what she currently had on.

He gave her a smug grin. "My apologies." he said. "Do you want a drink?"

"No thank you."

"Come on, Emma." Terri said. "Don't be such a fucking loser."

"Fine." Emma said, bitterly. "I'll have one drink."

"We'll go get you the good stuff from the kitchen."

Zach and Seth went to get the girls drinks from the kitchen. "Come on, Emma don't screw this up." Terri said when they were alone. "I think Zach really likes you."

"I think that Zach really wants to get laid tonight."

"So. He's a real catch, Emma. He could probably have any girl in this room. You should be lucky that he's even looking at you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Lets face if Em, you're no me."

Emma wanted to rip her head off. She wanted to scream at her and make a scene. She waned to yell and cry and throw a complete fit. Emma wasn't like Terri? She knew that she was nothing like her. She didn't have to be reminded. She knew that she didn't have the perfect hair and skin and body. She was just plain old boring, Emma. She knew that.

Emma stormed away. She really didn't want to be alone at this party, but she couldn't stomach being around Terri right now. She needed to be by herself for a minute, so she found the first room that was empty, which happened to be a bedroom. Judging by the twenty Corona bottles and posters of swimsuit models, she assumed Seth's.

She closed the door and did what she did best. She cried. Why was she there, why did she look the way she did? Was it really too much to ask for to be pretty? She just wanted to be pretty enough that people didn't say things like she was lucky that some guy wanted to have meaningless sex with her because it was the only way that any guy would go near her. Okay, that's not exactly what Terri said, but what's what it felt like. Was she really that hideous?

She looked into the mirror, at her pathetic tear-stained cheeks, and her pathetic average lips and pathetic average body. Everything was so pathetic and average. She picked up her purse and took out her make up. Applying and reapplying every inch of her already over-done face, in hopes that maybe she would look beautiful by the time she was done. Maybe she would look like someone else. She was so caught up in the process that she didn't even notice someone come in.

"Don't put more make up on on my account. You looked fine before." Zach said from behind her. His voice started her and made her jump.

"I didn't hear you come in."

He handed her her drink. If he noticed that she had been crying he didn't say anything. She took a long hard sip. She wasn't an alcohol drinker, and had no idea what she was tasting, but it tasted so good as it rolled down her throat, burning the whole way down.

"Take it easy." Zach said with one of his smug smiles. "We have all night."

"Oh yeah… well.. Have you seen Terri around?"

Zach shrugged. "She was with Seth, probably still is."

"Terri has a boyfriend, you know." Emma said defensively.

"Yeah, and Seth has a girlfriend." He shrugged. "No big deal."

"And you? Do you have a girlfriend?" She took another sip of her drink. She wasn't hating the conversation that she was having. She didn't like Zach, she knew that. And she didn't want to sleep with him, she definitely knew that. But there was something inviting about being able to talk to a complete stranger.

"I'm not really a one girl kind of guy." He said with a smile.

"That didn't really answer my question… but okay. I'll take it."

"How about you? Why hasn't some guy swooped you up yet?

"Because most guys aren't one girl kind of guys.

He laughed. "Well your right about that."

They talked, and it actually wasn't that bad. Emma wasn't sure how long they had been talking for, but she knew that that drink was starting to kick in. She tried to stand up but nearly fell back over.

"Damn." She said. "what was in that drink? I know I'm not a drinker, but I only had the one. It must have been strong."

"Yeah, well you know, a little of this and a little of that. Anyway, I think that we've had enough talk, don't you?"

"Yeah." She said. "I really should find Terri."

"Terri's fine. She's with Seth."

"I know but… I think I'm ready to go… home."

"The party's just begun." He said with a smile.

"I really… I just want to go home."

"Not yet." He said with a smile, putting his arm around her. He pulled her close and began places hot kisses all over her lips, and then her neck.

"Stop!" She insisted, trying to push him off.

"Come on, Emma." He said into her neck. "Lets have some fun tonight."

"N-No. I don't want to." She said, trying as hard as she could not to burst into tears.

He ignored to protest and continued to kiss her, his hands were all over her body. The feeling of his hands all over her made her feel like she was going to explode. She didn't know if it was him, the alcohol or both that was making him feel this way.

"Stop!" She screamed as loud as she could. This startled him into covering her mouth with his hand. She bit down until he pulled his hand away.

"You psycho fucking bitch," He said. He struck her across the face, making her head spin. The he grabbed her forcefully by the arm. "you better watch yourself, little girl."

She was shaking out control, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"You should be thankful that I'm even giving you that time of day. You're worthless."

She knew that.

"You're nothing."

She knows.

"You're disgusting."

She knows.

She kicked and hit and screamed with all of her might, until she found herself out of his grasp. She somehow managed to stumble over to the door and make her way out, finding her purse on the way.

She had tears dripping off her chin and she used walls, tables, and anything that she could find to keep herself from falling down. She didn't want to find Terri. She didn't even want to look at Terri right now. Had she really tried to set her up with a guy like that? What was she thinking?

She somehow found herself outside, sitting on the front steps. She had to call someone. She couldn't just sit here all night. Her parents? No way. Her older brother? He was nearly an hour away at college. And he was probably just as wasted as she was. She was still only sixteen, most of the friends couldn't even drive. She thought for a few minutes, then she decided to call him.

She dialed the familiar number, praying that he was still awake. He answered, though his voice was groggy. "Hello?"

"Will." Emma said between sobs. "Will I need you.