an; MERRY CHRISTMAS ! :D

sorry about the lateness of this chapter, but life is pretty hectic atm, so yeah and im in a rush right now, coz family and stuff dccoming. im going to phillpenes tomorw :D

so ill try to post up a chapter but it depends on the internet conect, if ive got any. reviews would be lovely :) and they will make me try hard as i can to updatw :D

Chapter 1

An uneasy sensation was brewing throughout Massie about being in the Lyon's home without her parents. It felt cold and unfamiliar, but all at the same time welcoming, and that's what worried her most.

The house was brightly lit and decorated with exquisite amounts of color that gave it life. Living in a warm colorful place could make her become attached; which was the last thing she needed. She made a mental note to make her room black.

Unexpectedly Massie's room was completely diverse, and entirely white, a surprise considering the state of the rest of the house. It also was done exactly according to her likes, which sent shivers down her spine.

It made anxious knowing they knew bits and pieces about her. What more had they known? What if knew what really happened that agonizing night? However, she assured herself there was no way they or anyone else could know. She and she alone only knew what happened and why, and for that guilt had eaten her up immensely. How many sleepless nights she'd spent crying reliving that night.

Tears once again were beginning to form in Massie's distressed amber eyes. She placed her small dainty hands on her neck and grasped the key hidden behind layers of clothing, enclosing it within her palm, exhaling she immediately felt better.

If only that key could solve all her problems, then she wouldn't be stuck here or even in this mess. And her parents would still be alive.

:::

The party seemed to be at the full blast by the time Dean pulled up at the Marvel estate. He parked the limo across from various other luxury cars belonging to different party guests blocking their usual spot, so she had to walk a fair bit.

The music was so loud that Alicia could feel the vibrations from the bass line under her four inch Louboutin heels.

She was dressed in a curve hugging ravishing turquoise Dior number that hit mid thigh. Her raven locks were curled to perfection in ringlets, which framed her heart face magnificently.

Alicia was dressed to impress, after all it was technically her party. It was just being thrown at Dylan's massive waterfall pool; it was in order to celebrate her as being the infamous Skye Hamilton's choice of captain.

So she was 10, maybe 30, okay 60 minutes late. She didn't mind it was called fashionably late for something, right? However, Dylan would probably be angry. So she began walking a little faster, it wasn't much considering she was wearing heels and adding the fact that she didn't run.

As she made her way to the back entrance where she figured everyone was, because surprisingly nobody was lurking around the front of the residence. A pair of strong muscular arms stopped her pulling her back and behind the garden hedge.

Glaring at the back of Chris's disheveled head of hair currently was sucking face with Claire, his ex girlfriend. Cam hastily downed an entire glass of beer, followed by another.

They'd been flirting for the past hour, and it was making him sick. Cam kept asking himself; where the fuck was Derrick? He was supposed to be keeping Claire busy, so she couldn't flirt with other guys. Apparently, Derrick had other priorities, like making out with Dylan. He was dead during soccer tomorrow.

So now here Cam was leering at Claire like an idiot. Wishing resentfully he could take back those days he'd forgotten her birthday and their anniversary, he should be the splashing and kissing her under the waterfall.

While considering the reason they broke up, he questioned why he even dated her in the first place. Claire was the kind of girl he conventionally kept away from, but in some twisted way she ended up being his first real girlfriend, he chose to blame Derrick. Everything seemed like Derricks fault nowadays.

He never figured out why, but he truly liked Claire.

Yet, it wasn't enough that he liked her. She wanted him to love her. So when Claire accused him of loving someone else, he couldn't believe her. She didn't get it. He doesn't even believe in love. It just didn't exist.

:::

"Hel-" Alicia tried screaming but was cut off when the person clamped a hand over her lips muffling her.

"Jeez Alicia It's only me." The figure said before extracting his hands, wiping the gloss off before laying them in his jean pockets.

Straightening up Alicia pressed the wrinkles out of her dress, and squinted up at him. She noticed familiar blonde hair, and those same puppy dog eyes. Mentally kicking herself she realized it was Derrick.

"What do you want?" she huffed, crossing her arms irritated.

"I- uh wanted to see you." He murmured not meeting her eyes, suddenly finding his new Vans fascinating.

"Derrick," she sighed gesturing between them "This has to stop."

"It's not like we've done anything," he groaned looking away "We were just hanging out."

"Yeah Derrick I know that," she paused, gathering courage to peer up at him. "But we both know if it continues something more will happen."

For a moment, he stood still unable to register the meaning of her words, then something flashed in his eyes, and he gave her an unfamiliar look.

"What if I want something to happen?" He whispered walking forward, and trapping her against the hedge.

Alicia took a sharp breath, gazing up into Derrick's warm caramel eyes. As one of his hands lifted to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes, he moved closer, his chest pressed against hers now.

He was looking directly into her eyes, and her heart started beating at a furious pace, one she'd never thought imaginable. She knew what he was going to do, and truth be told, she had every intention on letting Derrick kiss her. She had to admit, she was surprised when instead of his face coming closer to hers. It stopped two or three inches away from her lips.

"Don't stop," she whispered, her chocolate eyes were dark with lust.

He smirked and closed the distance between them brushing his lips against hers, softly at first, then with so much passion that she never wanted to break away. He placed one hand on her side, and she felt the other hand tangle through her hair. Her hands were roaming up and down his back and sides, tugging at his shirt, unable to decide where they wanted to be.

Something in the back of her mind screamed at her registering this was unethical. He was her best friend's boyfriend. He loved Dylan and Dylan loved him. And with that she pushed him off, ignoring the hurt looks in his eyes.

"I can't believe I did that! You have a girlfriend Derrick. You should have stopped me!" she yelled at him disappointed and more frustrated with the fact she enjoyed their kiss.

Minutes that felt like hours passed and Alicia gave up on waiting. She turned and made her way past the hedges and out of Dylan's large garden, heading to the party. Derrick followed behind her and pulling her hand he stopped her.

"I don't love Dylan. I love you."

That was all she needed, and she found herself jumping into his arms and kissing him passionately once again. Not at all caring how insensitive it was. All that mattered was he loved her, and she felt the same way.