AN: Honestly, I probably should've made this story M rated so I could write this chapter the way I wanted, but I wanted more people to be able to read it. Again, I'm not trying to excuse rapists! This is entirely fiction.

"Rape her, seduce her, whatever, man. I don't give a fuck. But if you wanna hang with us, you're gonna have to prove that you can do what needs to be done," Trent growled lowly. He looked very intimidating like that. I mean, he should, he's demanding that I force myself on some innocent girl I've never met.

"Are you crazy, man?" I asked him. I can't do this.

"Fine, then get the fuck out of my house. And don't come back. While you're at it, you might want to find a new school to go to in August because if I see you on my campus I will make your life a living hell, I promise," he spat at me.

"Wait! Can I at least have some time to think about it?" I asked, immediately regretting the words as they came out of my mouth. Trent paused and turned back to me.

"Alright, but you better get her tonight or you're out," with that he headed back over to the bar area and I followed him.

I heard the brunette girl speaking to one of her friends, a very short Mexican looking girl with extremely curly black hair. I didn't catch the exact conversation, but I could tell that the brunette was feeling weird and wanted to leave. Luckily for my reputation, her friend convinced her to stay. My conscience doesn't feel so lucky.

I sat as far away from her as possible so I couldn't hear her talk and feel bad for her anymore. Gavin poured and I downed 5 shots, one after another. Maybe It'll keep me numb so I won't ever have to think about what I'm about to do. Ten minutes later I saw the brunette step away from the group and start walking towards the door, stumbling slightly. Trent glared at me and I took this as my cue. I've never felt so sick to my stomach in my life.

I was right behind her as she walked through the back door that led to the living room. As she stepped over the threshold. I could tell that whatever Trent put into her drink was starting to take effect. I'm not sure where she was supposed to be going, but she stumbled her way to an unoccupied arm chair and fell into it.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked her. Her eyes were closed, and her nearly empty cup tumbled to the floor.

"Mmfph, noooo," she mumbled, shaking her head. Her eyes were still closed and her legs were spread.

"Here, why don't I take you upstairs so you can lie down until your friends are ready to leave?" I offered. My voice was shaking, I could tell. There's no way I could go through with this. I'm not that kind of guy. I don't even know why I'm taking it this far. Then I see Trent walk through the back door.

"Okay, help me," she mumbled, and limply reached for my hand. I wish she wouldn't have made it so easy to get her alone. I grabbed her hand, pulled her up from the chair, and wrapped my arms around her. I half carried her to the secondary staircase in the hall. Once we got there she went completely limp so I threw her over my shoulder and carried her up. Thankfully, no one was in the hall to see it except Trent who was watching me carry her up the stairs.

"The door on your right. Should be empty," Trent yelled up the stairs at me. I turned to my right and opened the door to find that it was empty like he promised. I closed and locked the door behind us and laid her down on the bed. She started trying to kick off her high heels but couldn't quite get them. I pulled them off of her and she let out a contented sigh.

"Thanks. Tired. Sleep," at least, that's what I was able to make out from her quiet mumbling. The 6 shots I'd had in the last hour or so had really started to kick in and she looked so good with her long, brown hair splayed out behind her on the bed. I leaned over her and kissed her and she let out another sigh. She wasn't protesting yet, so I unbuttoned her light blue pants and slipped them over her ass and down her legs and threw them on the floor. She didn't even make a noise. Maybe she wouldn't even know she'd been touched. Maybe I was already so drunk that I'd forget about it in the morning. I still don't know why I didn't stop, but I didn't. Not even when she started to whimper and cry.

When I had finished, I stuffed myself back into my pants and zipped them up. I pulled the blankets up over her and left her clothes on the floor. I walked out the door and straight out of Trent's house and to my car.

AN: Sorry this chapter's so short, but I wanted to get it done today, and the next chapter is going to be in August when Austin starts school. Please let me know what you think!