Sadly, Brenda Hampton owns everything about secret life of the American teenager, well, everything but this fan fic, take that!

Authors Note: I want to thank everyone for reading this so far. I have really enjoyed getting your reviews. It really makes me feel good and it motivates me. If it weren't for all of you faithful readers and reviewers, I probably would've given up on this story. Thank you guys and I plan on making this story as long as possible, so please stay with me on this one and the other one also if you read that one (Call it What You Want), if you don't you should. I should be updating that soon. Also, if you have a story, I would love to read it and review it. Now off to Chapter 5.

Amy's PoV

The night was cold and breezy as I stood in front of the gigantic house. Lights flashed and flickered as I heard the music booming through the thick brick walls. Although I tried to talk myself out of being here tonight, I knew it wouldn't be possible. I hadn't been to a party; it seemed like, in ages. My body missed the way the rhythm of the music moved seductively through it. I'd become so accustomed to partying. The way I used to go out put a new meaning to "your never home". My mom thought I was out relaxing with a few friends. Ashley knew where I was because I told her to cover for me. She seemed a little put off with the idea of me reveling once again, but I knew she wouldn't want me to get in trouble, she never did.

Still standing on the porch, I let a few people pass. For some reason I was still trying to talk myself out of going in. That wasn't going to happen. I was only prolonging my fun time. Though I hated attending the gathering alone, no one else wanted to go with me. Jesse so claimed that he would have, but he had a paper to do, wimp. Grace wasn't into parties so there was no need to invite her. I did text her for the directions though.

Finally building up the courage to go in, I opened the door slowly. The atmosphere of the party, as well as the fog from the fog machine, slapped my soul and I no longer had mixed feelings about being here. This house had become my paradise, the loud music, the dancing, the drinking; this was what I craved, what I missed. Even though the room was dark, I could see the outline of bodies gyrating only the way teenagers knew how. A smile graced my face as I took in my surroundings. A door at the end of the hallway gaped open and I saw the reflection of a pool. Gathered around it were at least fifty people. To my right, in the kitchen, an island held a punch bowl full of red contents that, I was sure, wasn't punch. Slowly I made my way over to it and grabbed a red, plastic, cup. Touching only the tip of the medal ladle, it shocked me. I drew my hand back and accidently hit someone in the face.

"I'm so sorry," I said covering my hand with my mouth. Adrian stood behind me holding her face and inwardly I grinned. Hoping that she wouldn't cause a scene I further apologized, which killed me inside.

"You better watch your back Amy Jurgens, you don't want to make an enemy out of me," She grimaced and shoved passed me. I held back a sneer and I held my fist tight to my side praying that they wouldn't fly. I could tell she was a little tipsy so if I was going to fight her, I wanted it to be fair.

"Funny, I thought we were already enemies," I held back the urge to finish my comment with the world bitch. Adrian leaned on the counter where the sink was and chuckled lowly. She glared up at me and I held her eyes. I was definitely not going to back down from her.

"Oh believe me we're not enemies yet. If we were enemies I would be kick your ass every day I could," Her confidence was bewildering. Rolling my eyes, I chuckled.

"Now Adrian believe me, I may look like an innocent little weakling," I said through a cold grin, "but I've been in more physical altercations than you can imagine." I pushed my fingers angrily through my hair. Adrian sucked her teeth and stood up straight from the counter that she was leaning on. She stepped up, toe to toe, to me. We stood at the same height.

"Well how about we add another one to your list now?" I could smell the alcohol on her breath, but that didn't make me falter. My hands began to shake at my sides because they wanted to accept her challenge. I would give anything to punch her in her overdone face, but now wasn't the time. I wanted to enjoy myself. Stepping back like a punk, I wanted to slap myself. I gritted my teeth.

"There will always be time for that later," I said reluctantly. She grinned at me and I knew she thought I was backing down from her. Turning towards the living room to break away, I heard her walking behind me. Stopping in my tracks, I could feel the warmth coming from her mouth.

"That's right, run like a bitch," She said in my ear. Before I knew it, my hands found her shoulders and I shoved her so hard that she tumbled to the floor. A look of hatred flashed in her eyes. She stood on all fours and I knew she was shocked.

"Seeing as how you're on the floor on all fours I would say that you're the bitch," I smirked crookedly. I hadn't noticed that a few people were gathered behind me until I heard their gasps. Adrian got up quickly and was prepared to charge at me until a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

"Let me go Ricky," she said furiously. I grinned coldly as she tried to force her way out of his grip. Stepping a few inches toward her, I knew she was tempted to hit me even if she had to hit Ricky first. "I just want to hit her once that's all," I laughed at her effort. My eyes connected with Ricky's and my cold laugh transformed into a cool smile. My heart began to thump sporadically so I quickly turned my focus back towards Adrian.

"I think you should let her go," I said not daring to look at Ricky. "If not, I have more things to do than talk all night," I said shrugging. He still held her tightly and instantaneously my body was jealous. Mentally, I smacked myself because I was not into Ricky Castel. One last evil grimace at Adrian and then I smoothly shifted through the crowd that had formed behind me. Well, if they wanted a show they got one. I couldn't help but wonder how long they had stood there watching us.

Making my way towards the backyard, I realized that I still had the cup in my hand. How was that possible? All that bickering and then the shove and I still managed to have the little red cup in my grasp. That's what usually happens when I get upset. I can only focus on what made me angry and anything else is invisible. That's probably why I hadn't noticed the crowd. Passing by an empty table, I set the cup down; someone would throw it away.

The cool air touched my sticky skin, lightly. Roaming around, I saw the girl that I had bumped into in the hallway. I made eye contact with her and smiled, but she quickly forced her head in another direction. The ebony girl that stood beside her glared at me and I figured that it was her friend. Dragging myself over to the two girls, I smiled once again, it didn't lighten the tension. I already had one enemy in this town, I didn't need any more. One was all I could handle for the moment anyway.

"Um hi… I'm Am-"

"Yeah we know who you are," The ebony friend stated not letting me finish. To say that ticked me off a little was an understatement. Although it was hard, I kept myself in check. The redhead glanced at me.

"Look, I just want to apologize for how I acted at school today. I shouldn't have lost it like that, I know you didn't bump into me on purpose and who's to say who bumped into whom, I wasn't paying attention and neither were you," she finally looked at me. The friend was still glaring but it was becoming softer.

"Yeah, apology accepted and it was all my fault, it really was. I'm so clumsy so I should be the one to take the blame. I'm Madison by the way," she said sticking out her hand. I shook it gently and smiled. "Oh and this is Lauren," Reluctantly the girl took my hand and shook it.

"It's nice to meet both of you and please next time I lose my marbles just look over me," I said knowing that I'd be losing a lot more than my marbles around here.

"Like you did with Adrian Lee? You really have guts to be standing up to her, that chick is crazy and hardcore," I laughed at Madison. They really had no idea what crazy and hardcore was yet.

Ashley's PoV

Amy was so stupid to think that I was covering for her out of my benefit. I was doing this for mom because I didn't want her to be even more stressed than she already was. Something was up with her, I could tell. She wasn't as lively and active as she usually is. The only reason I noticed, is because I spend so much time with her. Amy would probably notice to if she wasn't so busy thinking of herself.

I hate that my sister is falling back into narcissism. She never cared about mom's feelings, or dads, sneaking out in late hours of the night or not coming home until the next day. I shouldn't even be helping her tonight. I should've told mom where she was, now I feel guilty. However, I would feel guiltier if Amy was angry with me. I hated her being angry with me. In some shape and form, I sill admired her, wanted to be like her, narcissist life included. She seemed so happy in that world, got so much attention. I want to be noticed to, but the eldest came first, because she was first, her problems have always overshadowed mine. It was upsetting because she didn't even want to fix her problems, I wanted to fix mine. I didn't want to mutilate my body anymore.

Usually I covered the self-inflicted marks with bangles or a nice long sleeve, dark, sweater. Sure, I wanted fixing, but I wanted them to notice I needed fixing without looking at me physically. I wanted them to see me, actually see me. Every time I took the knife to my skin, I hated myself. I wasn't supposed to be like this. I used to be so happy and colorful.

All of this started after Amy had come home drunk from a party. It was supposed to be my night and this was the fourth time she had come in and ruined it. My mom tried to ignore her and pay attention to me, but she couldn't, I wouldn't let her. Amy was sick and out of her mind drunk. My dad left the table in the middle of our conversation and stormed to his office, not wanting to see Amy the way she was. I was left there at the table alone, nearly in tears. I loathed my sister for being such an alcoholic at the time. My mom had carried, half, dragged Amy up the stairs to her room. She looked at me with forgiving eyes. Storming upstairs behind mom and Amy, I burst into her room. My mom was beside Amy wiping her forehead with a wet towel.

I stared furiously at her. My face was hot from the madness that was building. My heart was constrained. Trying to hold myself together, I pulled at my hair.

"Why do you always do this?" I said not able to hold the steam from my voice. Amy giggled at me and my mom looked at me with warning. I could no longer hold myself.

"Ashley don't, Amy's not doing too well right now okay? You can bicker with her tomorrow," Mom said sighing. Amy stuck her tongue out at me as if she were 6-years-old. She didn't understand what was going on, not really.

"I hate you Amy. You knew tonight was my birthday and all you could think about was yourself. You are such a bitch. Mom and dad can't even have a fucking birthday dinner for me because you require so much of their attention," I said, ignoring how loud my voice was becoming. I was sick of her selfishness. She always got their attention when she didn't deserve it. When I deserved it, I got shit.

"Mommy, make her stop," Amy said to mom pretending to be a toddler, putting her hand over her ears and laughing. Rolling my eyes, I was tempted to jump on her and kill her. Amy wrapped her arms around mom's neck and held her tight.

"Ashley Jurgens what has gotten into you? Where did all that profanity come from?"

"Are you kidding me? Amy is drunk out of her wits and I'm the one getting in trouble. I hate this family," I said shouting uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, we hate you too," Amy said smirking. She seemed so serious, like she was sober just for that moment. It had hurt me then and it still hurts now. I know she was drunk, but when people are drunk they seem to say what's been on their heart for awhile. I still recall the hot tears that ran down my cheeks as I laid my head on my pillow. Although it was a couple of years ago, I was still wounded. When Amy drunkenly pronounced her hate for me, I was pained because I had looked up to her and thought she loved me. Even after her declaration of hate for me, I wanted to be her.

"Ashley?" My mom called snapping me out of my flashback. I got up from my bed and put the knife under my pillow and throwing on my robe. Walking slowly to her room, I hoped that she would make me do something to distract me from cutting myself.

On the way, I passed by a family portrait and hung my head in shame. I couldn't even look in the eyes of the old me because I knew that she would be upset with me for letting one statement bring her down.

Grace's PoV

Standing in the mirror, I played with my hair. I was still contemplating going to the party. Parties weren't really my thing. Watching teenagers nearly having sex standing up was not me, but Amy was there so it couldn't be that bad. I'd been thinking about going for at least an hour and a half. It would probably be better for me to stay home. Huffing, I plopped down on my bed and gazed at the ceiling. I was so alone. Nora and my dad had decided to go on a "date" to "rekindle" their romance and I definitely didn't want to be home when they got back. Standing up again, I thought about a place that I could possibly go. The beach wasn't an option because it was late and I was a mafia princess, getting shot or kidnapped wasn't really on my priority list.

My phone vibrated on my bed and I jumped to get it. Maybe someone's inviting me to his or her house or out to eat. I doubt it though; it was Tuesday, a school night.

You sound like a loser, my mind told me abruptly.

I know, I responded back to it.

Unlocking my phone I glared at the message, that Adrian sent me.

Adrian: O, my God Grace, ur friend Amy (bitch #1) jst attacked me

I figured she was a little drunk and had gotten the message all jumbled up, but it was written out to well.

Grace: X'cuse me? Come again?

Adrian: Yea u read right, she attacked me… I didn't even do anything 2 her

Grace: … R u sure u didn't provoke her… I kno how u r Adrian…

Adrian: NO! I didn't do anything, I was minding my business & out of nowhere she slapped me… slapped me Grace

Honestly, I didn't believe that Adrian didn't provoke Amy, she provoked everyone. I wasn't too sure I believed Amy just up and slapped Adrian either, but I would let her continue to try to persuade me.

Grace: Then what happened?

Adrian: She slung me 2 the floor that slut… OMG I was so embarrassed, but every1 saw her, so I might press charges… yelp just might, since my dad is an attorney…

Grace: U will not Adrian… *rolling eyes* lol

Adrian: Okay I won't, but u kno I want payback… u kno what, I already have payback… RICKY

Grace: Will u please get over it… Amy does NOT want Ricky n anyway

Adrian: Yea we'll see about that… anyway I have 2 go, ur brother is… well, I jus need 2 go lol

Did she really have to insinuate that my brother and her were about to have sex? It wasn't something I needed to know.

Throwing my phone back on my bed, I sat at my desk. I should've went to that party so I could've saw what really happened. I know Adrian changed up some parts of the story, but I wish I knew which ones. I didn't see Amy as a fighter so it had to be vice versa. Adrian probably slapped Amy and shoved her to the ground. Amy was so little and meek, she didn't have the strength.

Going to pick my phone up off the bed, I contemplated calling Amy. I needed to know her side of the story. Although, I probably could get it tomorrow at school, before I knew it Amy was on the other end of the line.

"Hello," she said in her rare raspy voice. She usually got that voice when she was tired. I hear noise in the background, shouting and music.

"Amy, you're still at the party?" I asked confused. It was nearly 10:30. Oh, God I sound like Nora.

"Yeah Grace, you should come. I'm sure everyone will still be here when you come," She said giggling, bubbly.

"No thanks, I think I'll just hang around here… at the house. Besides, it's almost my bed time," I said too seriously.

"How old are you Grace, nine? Really bedtime? You're a teenager, live like one," I laughed at her. I hope she didn't mean be drunk all the time and sleep with everyone who had legs and a working sexual organ.

"No thanks. I was just wondering… what happened between you and Adrian at the party tonight? She text me and said you two had a spat or something?" Her breathing became heavy on the other end of the line. I may have just ignited a fire.

"I'm going to give you some advice Grace. Don't listen to anything that whore says. She probably blamed everything on me didn't she?" My eye widened at the tone in Amy's voice and I sighed. Of course, Adrian was lying. I probably just made everything worse. "Yeah, I thought so," Amy said before hanging up. Maybe I was wrong about Amy being meek, dead wrong.

Well, that's it guys. I've looked at all of your choices and, just as I thought, everyone picked Amy/ Ricky PoV. Yelp it's about time they talked, especially after the way Amy's heart betrayed her at the party. In addition, what did you all think about Ashley's little secret? Review, Review, Review (they motivate me).