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2 DAYS LATER
REBECCA'S P.O.V

Today was the day of the party. It was being held in one of the most rich people in our school's house. They practically had a palace. Gold decorations, diamond chandeliers, marble floors, you name it. Their house was 5 stories high with 25 bedrooms. Looks like people will be having fun tonight.

I had woken up after my usual night routine, crying myself to sleep, and began with my morning routine, which involved a quick shower, cooling down of puffy eyes, and makeup.

I put on any random outfit because I honestly wasn't bothered today; I was saving my energy for the party.

My outfit ended up being a red Hollister hoodie and black leggings. As I said, I wasn't bothered.

I wasn't hungry either, so I just grabbed my keys and walked out the door.

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7 HOURS LATER

I went to the headmaster's office today, because I threw my copybook at the teachers face, and got suspended for 2 days. Looks like  I just landed myself a holiday and a break to recover from the hangover I was about to experience.

I had already made it back home, and picked out my outfit: a bright red bra with a black leather jacket over it and red short shorts.

I walked into my bathroom and done my glam makeup, which I knew would be smeared all over my face by the end of the night.  It consisted off primer, foundation, concealer, eyebrows, highlighter, bronzer, gold eyeshadow, fake lashes and cat eye eyeliner. I guess you could say I was a well-dressed clown.

I went downstairs and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and proceeded to chug them down, and before I got too drunk, I quickly drove to the party.

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"Come on in!" The host of the party said.

I stepped in without hesitation and gasped; this place was huge, and it was already filled with people, probably a couple hundred and the party started an hour ago.

I immediately took off to the drink section and filled up my red solo cup all the way with vodka; I was going to forget my problems today.

I chugged the whole cup down and went for another. Then another. And another.

I was getting extremely drunk in an extremely short time, which was exactly what I wanted. I made my way to the dance floor as I heard a random song play and just started singing along.

"One: don't pick up the phone; you know he's only calling 'cuz he's drunk an alone!" I yelled, my voice was insanely slurry but I didn't care.

I felt two hands grip on my waist and started traveling down to my butt.

"You look hot today. You sure you don't want a quickie?" A drunk whisper ringed out in my ear.

I turned around to face a grinning face that was grabbing tightly onto my ass.

Grayson; again.

"No, but I do what to dance," I slur as I throw my hands over his shoulder and start moving to the beat.

He was taken by surprise at my sudden touch, but we both won't remember this anyway.

We danced formally for a few seconds, before I yelled: "fuck this," and started to free dance.

Grayson let out a chuckle then went along with me, as I choke my head back and forth, swayed my hips, and tapped my foot on the ground along with the beat.

After a few minutes, I blurted out," ok, you can fuck off now"

He let out a chuckle, and to my surprise, he actually left.

I danced for a bit more, before I felt 2 hands grab my shoulders and twist me round; then smash their lips against mine.

"Get off me, bitch!" I yelled, trying to slip away from his grip.

"You know you want it," the mysterious, ignorant boy whispered in my ear, before lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder and taking me upstairs.

I swear I've never seen this dude in my life.

Before I know it, I was being thrown onto a random bed and feeling a body against mine, sucking on my neck.

"Stop!" I yelled. I wasn't feeling the urge to moan in the slightest.

"Shush. You're gonna like it, I promise," he said again, and with that, he smashed his lips against mine and roughly bit then together. Then with one hand, he took of my shorts and with the other, he held my hands above my head.

I was too drunk and weak to resist.

He got off me and took off his own pants, while still keeping one hand on my wrists, then he put his knees on my thighs, causing pain to spring up my body, before making my way to my entrance and starting to lean down.

I then remembered he didn't have his lips on mine anymore, so I let out a scream.

Before I knew it, someone hand smashed in the door and pulled the still mysterious body off me, not laying his eyes on me.

"She told you to stop, didn't she?" I heard a deep voice yell while punching my near-rapist in the face. I quickly pulled on my shorts and to my surprise, I was completely sober now.

I waited for my rescuer to knock the guy out. I just stood there, but took a few steps back when I realized who the guy was when he turned around. He was wearing a white tee shirt with a black leather jacket over it, to match mine, and some black ripped jeans. His brown hair was a bit ruffled while his jawline was clearly sticking out, and you could clearly see the anger on his face.

Ethan.

I didn't realize my jaw was touching the ground until the older twin let out a chuckle.

"Didn't expect the school sweetheart to be able to do that, did you?" He laughed.

I was about to thank him and joke around with him, till I remembered I had to keep my badass image on.

I fixed my jacket. "Yeah, whatever. You can leave now," I told him, no emotion in my eyes.

His smile fell. "Not even a thank you?"

"Nah," I simply replied, then sat on the bed.

"If you say so," he said, as he walked out the door. And for the first time, I felt regret.

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