Hopefully this wasn't too long of a wait but I lose track of time during the summer, sorry! Here's a new chapter!

I walked to Drew's house in a state between hyper and hesitant. Hyper because I was kind of excited to go to this party. I just felt like tonight was going to be a great night. Plus my outfit was super cute, if I said so myself. I was wearing a pair of dark wash high-waisted skinny jeans, a sleeveless white and denim striped button up crop top and white tennis shoes (not legitimate Nike tennis shoes, but like American Apparel tennis shoes) and my hair was up in a ponytail held by a denim scrunchie. It seemed as though when you wear your hair down so much, wearing it up feels super fancy when in fact it's the opposite.

After walking the usual route and ending up at the party, I almost immediately regretted two things. One, wearing white shoes. And two, coming to this party.

If I thought that the last one was out of control, this one was insane. Kids were already outside on the lawn, making out with people they probably didn't know. Though I couldn't really talk now could I? The smell of alcohol hit me immediately as I walked through the doors or it could have been the guy who ran past me, with a cup of alcohol filled to the top who spilled practically half of it on me.

I was about to turn around to go home and just get the paper from Drew on Monday and quickly revise it instead of dealing with this but my mind told me to stay. It was weird, your mind was supposed to tell you the right thing to do and this definitely wasn't the right thing to do. Or was it your heart? Either way, I still found myself entering into the land of the wild teenagers. I barely recognized anyone from school there. Me knowing only three people didn't really help either.

With nowhere to go, I walked over to the beverage table where there was no water or juice or anything that didn't contain alcohol. I stared at the punch bowl, weighing the options. Continue to be thirsty or just take one cup of alcohol and be okay for the night. I decided that nothing that horrible could go wrong with one cup of alcohol. So I picked up the scooper and poured some into a cup and sipped it, hoping that it would last me the whole night or at least up until I saw Drew which shouldn't have been long, I thought.

But as I stood there, searching through the crowd for him, I found myself reaching for more punch as it started to taste better. I think I was on my third cup, which wasn't that bad (I still had common sense), when Drew finally stood in front of me, in a blue button up polo shirt that contrasted with his naturally tan skin. I literally hated cute guys.

"I almost didn't recognize you, with your hair up and all." Drew yelled, over the loud speakers, "You have something on your shirt."

I looked down at my shirt to see a huge stain on the breast part of my shirt. I rolled my eyes as I knew exactly where it came from, "Yeah, the guests at your party are very clumsy but it's not that big of a deal." I said, trying to change the subject to what it was supposed to be, what I was here for, "Drew, we both know what I'm here for so why don't you just give me my paper and I can leave."

"Already?" He pleaded, "At least let me clean that up."

Both Drew and I knew that the stain wasn't as important as he was making it but instead of being smart and saying no and just taking my paper, stupidly enough I took his open hand and followed him past the craziness up to the kitchen. It was pretty crazy up there too but less crazy than the craziness of downstairs.

He sat me down on the stool that I sat on last time. As he wet a clean towel and pat cleaned my shirt, instead of staring at the pictures around him, I found myself staring at him. The curve of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, the smoothness of his skin. He was practically perfect. I didn't think he realized until he looked up, his head just inches away from mine, his eyes locked with mine.

"What?" he asked.

Suddenly, I had trouble breathing, "Nothing."

"I think you want to kiss me." He smirked, staring me in the eyes while still cleaning my shirt.

I scoffed, "What? No way." And there was no way, that wasn't what I was thinking, not at that moment anyways.

"Denial." He said, putting the towel on the counter behind me, giving himself an excuse to put both of his hands on the counter and have me between his arms, trapped, "You know you want to kiss me and if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't stop me.

His confidence was attractive but slightly irritating, "If I wanted to kiss you, we'd be kissing right now. Plus you have a girlfriend, let's not forget."

"Had a girlfriend, me and Katie are done."

"Really?" I asked, trying not to sound as excited as I actually was.

"Really," he smirked, "So now you can't use her as an excuse to hide your feelings for me."

"I'm not hiding anything." I lied. But I couldn't let him get it out of me that easily, at least.

"Fine, then I'll kiss you right now and if you don't enjoy it we can stop this little argument. Once and for all."

"I don't-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Drew's lips were placed onto mine. My eyes closed and I fought myself to keep my hands at my sides. I couldn't let him get me. I tried to fight but gosh he was such a good kisser. I used all my willpower to stop from enjoying it but like a video game I saw my life meter go down and down until it, or rather my self-control, was dead. Fuck it, I said just giving up and giving in. My arms flew around Drew's neck, pulling him closer to me which wasn't all that possible.

I found myself getting out of the stool and pushing him against the wall that was right next to where we were. As he paused for breath, Drew smirked at me, "You don't what?"

"Oh shut up, you self-absorbed asshole." I said, shutting him up with another kiss before he could say anything else.

My hands fumbled through his hair as his arms and hands clutched tightly around my waist holding me as close as possible to his. His hands were warm as opposed the coldness of my skin, which created a tingling throughout me from the feeling of the contrast. He moved to my neck and as he did I thanked the Lord that I wore a ponytail so that nothing could awkwardly interrupt this moment. His mouth trailed along my neck, his lips and teeth leaving marks that made my back arch and my hands grip onto his tightly in hopes that he'd never stop.

But eventually he did and eventually, we ended up just staring at each other, my arms still around his neck and his arms still around my waist. I had forgotten we were even at a party until I heard a smash of something that wasn't supposed to fall, hit the ground.

Drew's eyes flicked from focusing his attention that was on me back to party.

"Oh no," he mumbled, "I have to get down there but you wait here."

"Not going anywhere." I said, as he ran down the basement steps, yelling to someone about how that was his mom's from her trip to Spain and it was irreplaceable.

I walked into the living room, where the party also was. The music was just as loud up there as it was in the basement and the crowd was just as wild. Teenagers could be in a cardboard box and still find a way to have enough space to mess the box up, no matter what. In comparison to the basement, the lighting was very dim which meant lots of close touching with people that I barely knew.

As I was walking through, trying to find something that I really didn't know I was trying to find, I was pushed against the wall. I thought at first that maybe it was from the current of teenagers and that if I tried hard enough I could get back out from the crowd. But once, two other people came and pinned my arms to the wall, I knew exactly who it was and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared out of my mind.

"So, here we are again." I heard his creepy and disturbing voice say.

"What do you want, Luke?" I tried to hide the shaking of my voice. Predators can smell fear and in this case, it would boost his skills.

"I want you." He said.

I wanted to barf from both being nervous of what he and the two guys holding me were capable of and just him in general. His sleazy ways made my stomach turn.

"You see, crop tops are what sluts wear so it's easier for guys to feel them up." He said, his hands tracing the skin of my waist.

His hands, unlike Drew's, were fire hot, they burned as they made contact with my skin. They trailed around the cropped part of shirt until he got bored. Then his hands made their way under the shirt, unbuttoning each button as he went up. I could feel my heart rate rising in serious fear. It was dark and there was a crowd that was much more interested in the weed being passed around than the fact that I was being sexually harassed in the corner.

"Luke," I pleaded, feeling hot tears forming in my eyes, falling down with each blink I made, "Please stop."

My shirt was fully open, exposing my torso and bra by the time that he reached it. His hands trailed along my bra as he whispered in my ear, "What size are you? A C?" He squeezed my chest, making me start to sob. I hated being vulnerable both physically and mentally and that's what he was doing to me. I could feel him smiling against my skin as he continued, "Oh come on, you know you've wanted me to do this since that last party."

There was nothing I could say and nothing I could do that would help me to escape this torture. I wanted to scream but with the music so loud, no would hear me and Luke didn't want to hear me, he didn't want to stop and he wouldn't stop. His hands were traveling all over me like I was some sort of keyboard. Pressing buttons, trying to get the reaction that he wanted from himself, which was accomplishment. The belt of my jeans were coming undone as his hands traveled further down my waist, touching me in places that made me feel used and like trash.

"For a slut, you're so hot." He breathed down my neck, his breath burning into my skin as I felt something hard against my leg. I couldn't handle it anymore I had to get away. I fought, trying my hardest to break free from Luke and his two holders but I couldn't move. I screamed in hope that just maybe someone would hear me but against the noise, it sounded like a whimper. I could barely hear myself.

Hot tears started to fall down my cheeks as Luke's hands were right at the base of my stomach traveling down to the lace that lined the top of my underwear. I thought I was going to get raped right then and there with no one around when Luke was snatched off of me and in effect, his two bystanders let go of me to defend his honor.

Instead of standing there, out of embarrassment and fear, I ran up the steps, clutching my shirt closed as I ran into an empty room and slammed it shut. I slammed myself into the door, sliding down and clutching myself into a ball. I could feel my eyes puffing up and my breath hyperventilating. I felt used and open and scared. I was taken advantage of in front of a crowd. I'd never be able to look at Luke without knowing that he touched almost every part of me and he'd have the satisfaction of chuckling to his buddies as I walked by about how he did it. And I couldn't tell anyone cause they'd just make an excuse for him like "boys will boys" or "he just likes you". Because boys always get defended unless they legitimately put their dick inside you without permission, which still could have an excuse. They'd also say I shouldn't have worn a crop top, that it was an invitation for bad news. It'd be my fault and I didn't have enough strength to fight him. He already took advantage of me and won once, it couldn't happen again.

A knock came at the door and drained both mentally and physically, I didn't say anything. I hoped that if I ignored whoever was there, they'd just go away. Everyone would just go away.

"Summer, it's me." I heard Drew's voice say.

Part of me wanted to open the door and fall into his arms but the thought of that made me feel weak. And I already felt weak. I couldn't stand to feel anymore weak. So I just sat there, with the door locked, alone. Hoping that the lack of people around would boost up my strength somehow.

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