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Emmy had to wait up in Melissa's room while Amanda was downstairs. She heard the doorbell and opened the bedroom door slightly. It was Caine picking up Amanda. "So, what are you doing tonight?" he asked while he stood in the doorway waiting for Amanda to finish getting ready.

"Staying in, watching TV," Melissa lied.

"Better than what Emmy's doing."

"What's she doing?" Melissa asked innocently.

"She's sick," Caine answered. Their small chat ended when Amanda came downstairs.

Melissa closed the door behind Caine and Amanda and ran upstairs to Emmy. They high-fived each other, pleased with themselves. "Now all we have to do is make ourselves gorgeous," Emmy laughed.

They helped each other with their hair and make-up, listening to music. They even danced about when one of their favourite songs came on. Melissa's Mum had left a frozen meal out for her daughters, which Melissa and Emmy had. When they were ready Emmy looked at herself in Melissa's full-length mirror. She was wearing a soft blue dress that went to a few inches above her knee, with white strappy high heels.

"Hold on," Melissa said as they were about to leave, "You're not Emmy Soren, okay? Because everyone in a fifteen-mile radius knows who Caine Soren is, the sixth grader who got sent to Coates. So they would guess that you're his sister, and then someone is bound to know that Caine's only got a younger sister."

"Fine," Emmy agreed, "I'm your cousin."

"Where from?"

Emmy paused, "Los Angeles?"

"Awesome," Melissa nodded.

"Oh," Emmy had remembered something else. She grabbed the contact lenses from her bag and put them on.

"Ready?" Melissa asked. Emmy nodded and they made their way to the party.

The Anderson house was only a block from Melissa's house, which was far enough for Emmy in her heels. The party seemed to be in full swing. On their way in a guy came up to them with two cups. "What's up Melissa?" the guy asked.

"Not much," she smiled, "You?"

The guy shrugged, "Just enjoying the party. Who's your friend?"

"This is my cousin, Emmy."

The guy looked at her.

"That's a cool name," he said.

"It's actually Emma," Emmy said, "Emmy is just a nickname."

"Okay, do you want a drink?" He offered the cups and Melissa immediately took one. Emmy hesitated but she reached for the other cup. The guy turned and walked away.

"Why Emma?" Melissa asked before she took a drink.

"Some people know me here. So if they see a girl who looks like me, with the exact same name, they're going to guess it's me."

"Smart," Melissa agreed. "Are you going to drink that?" Melissa gestured to Emmy's cup.

"What is it?" Emmy asked. Melissa shrugged. Emmy gingerly took a sip. It tasted awful, but she forced herself to drink it. The more she drank the better it tasted.

Emmy enjoyed the party, talking to all of Melissa's friends who actually liked her. Then someone yelled, "Who's up for Spin the Bottle?"

Melissa dragged Emmy towards where some people were sitting down in a circle. "C'mon, it'll be fun," Melissa begged. Emmy followed her and sat down beside her. Callum was trying t organise everyone.

"Okay," he yelled above the music, "I'll spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to spin it to see who they're paired with. Then you can go upstairs and have ten minutes of doing… whatever." Everyone cheered at the last part. Except Emmy. She was way over her head. But she couldn't let Melissa know; otherwise their friendship would be over. Plus there were about twenty-five people in the circle, meaning she was unlikely to be picked before everyone inevitably got bored. Callum spun the bottle and it landed on a guy who spun it again. It landed on a girl and the pair followed Callum upstairs.

Callum came back and spun the bottle, landing on another guy again. Emmy watched it spin and gasped when it stopped on her. She looked at the guy. He was cute, but she was terrified.

Melissa squealed in Emmy's ear, "Lucky you!" The guy stood up and waited for her. Emmy slowly stood up and followed him and Callum upstairs. Callum opened a bedroom door.

"Enjoy," he winked at Emmy and slapped the guy on the back. The pair walked in and Callum closed the door on them. They looked at each other nervously. Emmy fidgeted with the hem of her dress.

"So, I'm Jasper," the guy said. "What's your name?"

"I'm … Emma."

Jasper smiled at her, showing his perfect teeth. "I've finished ninth grade, what about you?"

"Same," Emmy nodded.

"Really? I haven't seen you round school," Jasper said.

"I'm from L.A. I'm Melissa Lopez's cousin."

"So, do you want to do this?" Jasper asked, closing the gap between them, until there it was less than a few inches.

Emmy looked into his eyes, they were a light blue which matched his dirty blonde curls perfectly. Emmy could see he was looking back into her eyes, but he was frowning. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Is your eye okay? It's a little bloodshot."

Emmy wasn't surprised as her eye had been annoying her all night, but she had tried to ignore it. "There must be some dust under my contact lens." Emmy stepped back to rub her eye.

"Maybe you should take it out?" Jasper suggested. Emmy did so and blinked. Thankfully it was her left eye. "Better?" Jasper asked.

Emmy looked about. It was weird having only one lens on. She had no choice to take the right one off. Emmy looked away again to take it off. When she looked back Jasper's eyes widened. Emmy laughed, "It's not a trick of the light."

"Then what is it?" Jasper asked, though it appeared to be involuntary.

"Heterochromia Iridis. I was born with blue eyes like my Mum, but by the time I was one my right eye had gradually turned green like my Dad's eyes while my left didn't change."

"That's…" Jasper began.

"Weird?" Emmy offered.

"Why did you wear lenses?"

Emmy had to think of a reason. The truth was she knew that the thing most people remembered about her were her eyes, so she had to hide them to stop people recognising her. "I don't like people looking at my eyes and having to explain like a thousand times."

"I think it's awesome," Jasper smiled. She walked back over to Jasper. He put his hands on her waist. Her dress had part of the sides cut out so he was touching her bare skin, which felt strange. This was not Emmy's first kiss, but it was her first with a high school guy. Emmy placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to place her lips on his. It was a soft and gentle kiss, which Emmy enjoyed until she noticed something wrong. She abruptly pulled away from Jasper, who still had his eyes closed.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Do you hear that?" Emmy asked.

"I don't hear anything," Jasper answered.

"Exactly, the music's stopped." Emmy walked over to window, and almost collapsed. "The police are here," she gasped.

"Then we need to get out of here," Jasper said with urgency.

There was a knock on the door. "Police, if anyone's in there I'm entering." The officer opened the door and stared at Emmy and Jasper with disdain. He spotted Jasper's cup that he brought up with him. The officer sniffed it and scowled, he had smelt the alcohol. "Is this yours?" he asked them. They shook their heads vigorously. "You two love birds better come with me." They followed the man downstairs into the living room.

There were only twenty people left in the house, most had probably escaped through the back garden. Callum was still there, arguing with another officer and he was obviously drunk. "You can't break up my party, man!" he yelled.

The officer sharply replied, "Young man, this party has received noise complaints and there is underage drinking."

"It's not my fault if people brought their own drink!" Callum said as he staggered.

"Regardless, this party is over." The officer went to turn away, but Callum threw a punch that was widely off and only made him go off balance, causing him to fall over. The officer tried to lift him up, "This guy is spending the night in the cell. What will we do with the others?"

The officer that had found Emmy answered, "Take them to the station and call their parents."

Emmy wanted to be sick, she could not let her parents get a call from the police. She knew the neighbourhood well and she could run fast. If she took of her shoes she could run and find somewhere to hide and then sneak back into her house. "Are you okay?" Jasper asked, putting a comforting arm around her. She looked up for the first time and looked around the room. Big Mistake. An officer that she half-recognised saw her face and walked towards her.

"Are you Will Soren's daughter?" he asked.

"What?" Emmy asked, sounding bewildered.

"I play golf with him. I've seen you at the events held by the clubhouse."

Jasper removed his arm and looked at her. "I thought you said you were from Los Angeles?"

"No, she's not," the officer answered, "and she's only thirteen."

"Thirteen!" Jasper was disgusted at her. He looked at the officer, "I had no idea, I swear!" He stood up and walked away from her. Emmy put her head down again.

The officer called to one of his colleagues. "I think I'll just take this one home, I know her dad." Emmy traipsed after the officer into his police car.

When they arrived at her house, the officer walked her up to her front door and rang the doorbell. They stood there a while before her Dad opened the door. His sleepy eyes widened as he surveyed what was in front of him. "Sorry Will," the police officer said, "but she was at a party at the Andersons' house."

"Thanks," was all Mr Soren could muster before ordering Emmy inside. "Liz!" Mr Soren yelled after he closed the door. Mrs Soren walked downstairs, confused when she saw Emmy.

"What's happening?" she asked.

"Our daughter, who told us that she most definitely was not going to a party, was at a party."

Mrs Soren's mouth fell open. "Emmy!" she cried, "You lied to us, you pretended to be ill and then you snuck out!"

Emmy felt tears beginning to roll down her cheeks and whimpered, "I'm sorry."

"I don't care!" Mr Soren roared. "I don't know if I've ever been this furious in all my life! After all the crap that Caine has ever done, he never did anything like this!"

"I'm so sorry," Emmy pleaded.

"We all know why this happened," Mr Soren went on, "That Melissa girl is a bad influence. I bet this was all her idea!" Emmy nodded, looking down at the floor. "You are never to see or talk to that girl again, do you understand?"

"What?" Emmy yelled. "She's my friend, you can't do that!"

Mr Soren laughed, "I can and I will!" Mr Soren closed his eyes and took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. "You are grounded for the whole summer-"

"Will, that's a bit harsh," Mrs Soren interrupted him.

"She has to learn Liz. She has to learn that she cannot do this. If she's sneaking out to go to parties at thirteen, what will she be doing when she's eighteen?"

Mrs Soren let out a sigh, "You're right."

"Also, you are to have nothing to do with Melissa. Because do you know what will happen if you disobey us again?" Emmy shook her head. "We'll send you to Coates."

Emmy looked up from staring at the floor, "But Caine had like a million chances before you sent him. Yet I screw up once and I have to go."

Mr Soren put his hand to his head and said, "You're getting a second chance. Plus Caine never did anything like this."

"That's what you think," Emmy mumbled, even though she didn't know if that was true.

Her Dad ignored her anyway. "Just go to bed," her Dad said, exhausted. Emmy trudged up the stairs and into her room. She threw all the junk off her bed and flung herself on it. She stared up at the ceiling, hating her parents, hating Melissa for making her go to the stupid party, and hating herself for agreeing. She let her gentle tears turn to forceful sobs, soaking her pillow as she cried into it.