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Since Sasha was making such a big deal out of this 'Nicky's' place, I decided to dress myself up a bit. I settled on a short, black dress, since every girl in entitled to her own little black dress. My hair was straightend and my make-up was done, which took an exxtravigant effort on my part. I was un-satisfied by my appearance, but Sasha seemed to think that it wouldn't be a problem, infact, she kept emphasizing that maybe I should change. I was about to, too, until Emma and Sheree walked in wearing little mini-skirts. I swear to God, my jaw fell to the floor when I saw them, the little nerdy girls I had been beginning to know were wearing short skirts! Talk about surprising!!!

Sasha settled on wearing these jeans that fit her well and a small white top. It was tight, which did look good, but it wasn't short as in belly-short because those are just weird and tacky. Her long, lucious hair was pulled back into a high pony-tail and her skin looked just as flawless as usual, making me feel like I needed a lot more conceler.

"No, Come on Bailey, you look great- let's go!" Sheree complained from my bed.

I rolled my eyes and fixed my mascara again, leaning forwards in the mirror for a better view, "You girls look amazing, I can't be new and gross, that's just not going to go over well."

Emma groaned.

Okay seriously, I've never met a bigger complainer than myself, until now. Every word that I said, she made that sound, like my voice was nails on a chalkboard to her and it was just torture to be in my presence. She was lucky that she was a lot shorter than me because i'm not one to push a girl who doesn't stand a fair chance- now ego intended. She's just a brat.

"Bailey, you look great," Sasha said from her desk (she was catching up on homework), "Trust me. They'll fall in love as soon as you walk into the room."

I spun around and placed my palms on the sink, backwards, glancing out the door, "They?"

Sasha smirked and twiddled her pencil, nodding at me. With a glance at Sherree and Emma, she mouthed, 'Ipswich'.

I giggled like a ten year old, seriously, I knew that tonight was going to be worth while. So the sons of Ipswich were going to be there, that made things so much more interesting. Pogue was devilishly handsome, I could seriously be satisfied just looking at him, but... he had a girlfriend and I wasn't going to be the homewrecker. Tyler seemed distant and I cannot go out with somebody who's extremely shy, it just doesn't match my personality. As far as I knew too, Caleb and Sarah were dating and that left Reid. Yes, Reid, the blonde with the cocky personality... perfect.

"I'm ready!" I finally announced.

Emma looked up from her nails, which she was picking absent-mindedly, "Finally."

I glared at her briefly, "Sasha, how far is this place?"

She knew that I couldn't drive. I tragically wish that I could, but I can't. I had never gotten around to actually going and getting my driver's license in Canada and now, only after a few short months of being 16, I was craving the need the drive freely. Fortunatly for me, I got roomed with a girl who has her lisence and the nicest porsche on campus.

She grabbed her keys as she stood, "Just ten minutes, short ride."

I smiled widely at her and caught the sparkling curiosity in her eyes, she was wondering how I was going to do this, how I was planning to lure in a 'son'. To be honest, I had no clue how I was going to do this. Like I say, "Let's just go with the flow."

Okay, it's lame, but gimme a break- I'm old school.

The car ride seemed to take two seconds. We were in the parking lot in a matter of minutes. The girls in the back were anxious to get out of the car, which again, surprised me. They jumped out of the back, not even bothering to let me out first, they just shoved the seat forwards. I haven't been here long but all of Sasha's friends seemed like stuck up broads and I wasn't too happy about it.

While Sasha apologized for them, I just got out and brushed it off.

Nicky's was probably the coolest place I've ever seen. It was like a club, but full of minors. The music was loud and people were dancing, there were people shooting pool at the table's, many people on dates were sitting at small tables picking at one bowl of fries, it was incredibly decent. Of all things to expect, I was not expecting this. This was... so rad.

"Sasha, this place is amazing," I declared.

She grinned and handed her money to a big guy, who I assumed to be Nicky and grabbed the two milkshakes that she bought. She handed me the chocolate one while she held onto the vanilla.

"I know," she told me, "Look who just walked in."

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Reid and Tyler approaching the pool tables. I couldn't help but burst into a large grin, while my lips sucked at the straw, bringing a delicious taste to my mouth. Tonight, I could just feel it in my bones, was going to be sweet. I caught a glimpse of Emma's irritating face sitting at table in the corner, a brunette at her side- Sherree.

I pointed to them, "I found the step sisters," I murmered.

Sasha let out a laugh and wrapped her arm around my shoulders, which were higher than her, making her reach up, "It's okay cinderella, there's always a happy ending."

We walked quickly to the table, swerving past the dancers. It was crazy, to say the least, there was nothing like this at home. The only thing in my town like this was crazed with ecstacy and people slipping things into your drinks if you weren't looking. I felt safe here, oddly enough, even though there were tons of people scattered everywhere.

Emma glanced up when she saw us.

"Hey!" Sasha said, scooting into the chair next to her.

Emma looked at our milkshakes, which we just placed infront of us, then at Sheree, "So we're getting our own drinks than... right?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. Okay, seriously, I might be a snappy-cocky kind of girl, but this Emma chick deserved everything she was going to get. I didn't even want Sasha to buy my drink, and I surely didn't ask for it, yet here she was expecting her to buy and deliver drinks to her and Sheree.

"I'm fine, it's okay, really," Sheree said with a polite smile.

I didn't take my eyes off of Emma, who was looking in her purse for money, "I'll go get something then, be right back," she slammed her chair backwards and stormed towards the counter.

I turned to Sasha so quickly, I could hear the whiplash sound in the background, "That girl is such a bitch," I told her quietly, ignoring Sheree's anxious eyes, "I can handle bitches. Your red head friend, irritating, but this girl... she's an ungreatful little-."

"Excuse me," Sheree butt in, holding her hand up in between Sasha and I, "Who are you to judge her?"

I stared blankly at her.

"Sher..." Sasha began, putting her head in her hands.

Sheree ignored her, her eyes glued to me, "You just moved here, you don't know her, you don't know us," she pointed dramatically to Sasha, like I'd forgotten that she was her friend first, "You don't have the right to call our friend a bitch."

I glanced at Sasha, who's face showed no emotion. Clearly, they were a gang that didn't like new members and Sasha, sadly wasn't defending me. I let out a laugh, sheer disbelief, before following Emma's footsteps. I got up and threw my chair back a little bit too loudly. Sasha went to stop me, but it was clear that the fun was over and that I was the one who they wanted to leave.

I reached into my bra and threw a couple of dollars onto the table, "That's for the shake."

Sasha shook her head and pushed the money away from her.

I couldn't have cared less. If she didn't accept it, it'd sit there for some lucky soul who needed a few extra bucks and was passing by. She gave me a pleading look, but I was fuming. I turned on my heel without saying anything more and began to stride towards the door. Emma was leaning backwards on the counter, waiting for her order, her eyes locked on the pool tables.

"Goodbye," I said, offering a phony smile as I passed.

Emma's head followed me, "You're leaving?"

I nodded, "You get your way."

I continued to back up towards the door, just as her face fell into a frown, "My way?"

I smirked and pointed to Nicky, who had a bucket of fries held out at arms length, "Your fries are ready," I told her.

She looked away for a second to grab her order and that's when I ducked out. The air was damp, I could feel the soon-to-be rain on my bare arms. Okay, one thing I hated about this place was that it was always very creepy, very gross weather. As I walked down the street, I couldn't remember which way we came or how to get back to campus.

"I'm screwed," I whispered, as my breath appeared infront of my face.

Headlights were creeping towards me. First, I thought it was Sasha coming to rescue me, but then I realized that the engine was louder than her porsche. I glanced to my side, squinting into the lights as the car pulled over. The person driving rolled down their window and I saw a blonde boy were magnificant teeth... good looking.

"Hey," he said cooly.

I smiled awkwardly, "Hi."

He frowned, glancing at my eyes, "Your new here?"

I gave him a nod in reply.

He let out a laugh. I hadn't remembered saying anything remotely funny.

"Where are you heading to?"

I frowned. Okay, even cute guys can be creepy pedo-rapists. Infact, most of them were cute, it's just the way things go. They have this way to lure you in so that you think you're safe (because girls assume creepy pedo-rapists are old, fat, hairy men). Looking at him, I didn't know if he was a creep or if he was a fellow, innocent, student. But none-the-less, better safe then sorry, right?"

He raised an eyebrow at my pause, "I'm not some stalker," he promised.

I grinned at his mind-reading abilities, "It's not that... I'm just not going to get into a car with somebody I don't know."

He smirked, "Did I ask if you wanted a ride?"

My face instantly felt warm, "Well... no, I just.."

He laughed again. This time, I could see why.

"Relax," he told me, leaning forwards towards the wheel, "I was getting there, you're right. I assure you though, i'm not going to harm you, scout's honor."

I felt myself relax a bit. Though scout's honor wasn't much of a promise, this guy seemed trustworthy. Okay, mental note, stop being one of the stupid girls!! You don't know him!!!

I shrugged, "I was just going for a walk. I was at Nicky's and my friends pissed me off, so I left, they didn't even come to check where I was."

He sighed and looked at the road. It was now slightly drizzling, "How about I accompany you back at Nicky's, we'll show them that they lost out on one hell of a night," his sparkling eyes made me breathe quickly.

I looked at him for a minute, studying his amazing smile. Okay, we'd be some place public, I didn't have a problem with that. Nicky was a big guy and Sasha told me something about him having a bat behind the counter, if this guy turned out to be a jerk, well, he'd deal with him.

"Okay," I nodded, watching his face brighten, "Meet me at the doors."

He did his window up and spun around, almost splashing me, but some-how missed me completely. I walked the one-minute walk back to Nicky's, stopping at his parked car and waiting for him to get out. He did. He was tall, which was good, since i'm a rather tall girl. He had muscle, but wasn't ripped, which is extremely attractive on a guy. Plus, he seemed mysterious.

I like my mysteries.

He glanced down at me and gave me a confident grin, "Wanna dance?"

I scoffed, shaking my head at the corniness, "We aren't even inside."

He nodded, "But we will be," before putting his arm over my shoulders and opening the door.

As soon as we entered, people began to look at us. I bet you he was some hot shit at Spencer and I, the new girl, was prancing around with him. But as people glanced and then looked away without a second thought, the boys at the pool table seemed locked in a trance. Reid's hand was wrapped around the pool ball, his eyes large and they seemed very dark. Tyler was clutching his poolstick, his jaw clenched, he reached into his pocket quickly and grabbed his phone.

Okay, I was liking this.

He led me over to the dance floor and we began to dance.

Emma, Sasha and Sheree were staring.

I let out a satisfied laugh, "So what's your name?" I asked him, "I'm Bailey."

He flashed that sexy smile, before dipping me and flipping me upwards, "I'm Chase, Chase Collins."

Oh, he's Chase Collins.

Even his name is sexy.