I find myself pacing back and forth in my house. My stress levels are through the roof as I try to get my house organized for the party happening in a few hours. I don't know why I had decided to plan something so last minute, but I honestly needed any type of distraction I could get.

I knew going to school today would have been a bad idea. The bruise would have probably been almost completely faded if I had just waited until Monday. Unfortunately, the school had called my mom informing her of my absence and she wasn't too happy about it to say the least. So I had to go today and the worst scenario I could have imagined happened.

My teacher made me take my glasses off and everyone saw my mark. It turned out to be okay since everyone bought my dumb lie because they all just go with anything I say, except Clay. This doesn't even involve him so I don't know why he's trying to be all buddy buddy with me after all this time. He's probably pretending to like me just so he can know what's going on so he can tell the whole school.

Out of all people, I do not need him to see me as weak. He would use it against me and always bring it up as a way to win our arguments. I couldn't deal with that type of confrontation at school everyday. I always try my best to forget about the pain and leave it in the past. So a constant reminder especially at school would not be ideal.

Braden has been coming over everyday this week catching me up on material I have missed.

Thanks to him.

But things have been pretty normal this week. We haven't fought much and this is mainly because I have been walking on egg shells around him making sure to not even joke about the smallest things in his presence, and showering him with praise like telling him how grateful I am to have him helping me with school and keeping me company.

But things are different now. Before I thought I had the option of leaving... But now, I feel completely trapped and I don't know what to do. I can't leave him since he claims to have these images and videos of me. The beatings I could take but now it has gone way too far. Blackmailing me and threatening to ruin my reputation. I can't deal with it anymore and I need to think of something fast, I feel as if I'm on the brink of breaking. Moments like these I wish my mom was home so I could let it all out to her and she can hold me when I cry. However, I know that isn't possible.

Hours pass and people start arriving at my crib around 9:00.

I had already started drinking the minute I stepped into my house.

So you could say I might be a little drunk. Nothing I can't handle!

A few of the guys from my friend group finally get here and I inform them of the keg I have in my backyard.

"George I'll give you 50$ to handstand on it and chug it!" Alex excitedly challenges me.

"He seems like he is a bit past his limit don't you think?" Will buts in noticing the amount I've had.

"Its fineeee lets do it!" I drag my words a bit as I speak but ultimately agreeing to the challenge.

A group of us head outside and people are already out there filling their drinks with the alcohol from the keg. Alex announces to everyone what I will be doing and a bunch of them pull out their phones and form a circle around me. In this moment my mind flashes back to when Clay said I was never the life of the party, which I am now laughing about. Even last party there were videos of me doing crazy shit. So I have obviously proved him wrong.

I reach the keg and feel the adrenaline pumping through me as the crowd starts cheering me on. The attention fuels me. Usually I would feel nervous butterflies in my stomach creep up but the alcohol has helped keep them locked away. I take a deep breath and complete the handstand as Alex helps guide the kegs tube to my lips. I start sucking the fluids out and feel all my blood rush to my head. Of course it would be near impossible to chug the whole thing, so Alex stops me after a minute telling me that will suffice. I lower myself down with some help from Will and pump a fist in the air screaming. Everyone around me reciprocates my energy and all starts dancing to the music again. I look around and my eyes fall on a certain blonde leaned against the wall of my house downing a beer. His eyes on me make me feel like time has stilled and we are the only two standing there in that moment. Alex pulls me out of my trance by handing me the money and complimenting me.

When I look back in the certain area, he is gone. I don't know why I find myself looking around for him. Perhaps I want to taunt him about being the life of the party.

I stumble inside trying my best to keep myself on my feet. I head to the dance floor and start dancing with all the others in the middle of the living room. It feels as though there has been a weight lifted off my shoulders and I feel so free in this moment, unlike how trapped I have felt this whole week.

Braden finally finds me and we start dancing together as if our bodies were one. He spins me around so my ass is pressed against his crotch and moves his hands to my hips pressing me back against him. In this moment I forget about all the things he has done and focus on how good it feels.

After what feels like a lifetime, the alcohol starts making me tired and I can't dance anymore. I make my way over to a secluded room since I can feel the headache starting to form, and the music is too loud for me. I need a break from the party.

As I open the door to my family room, I find Clay sitting down on my couch while smoking a joint. My gaze lingers on him until he speaks up without even turning to look at me.

"Hey George" he greets me, inhaling more smoke. For some reason the sight to me is very attractive. I think this has to do with the alcohol and the fact that Braden had made me so worked up. Even though I despise the guy, he is pretty good looking, and why most girls at school like him.

"Sorry, didn't know someone was in here" I finally manage to spit out. I turn around about to leave when he stops me. "No you can stay, want to smoke?" I turn back to face him and he pats the spot next to him. I did come in here for some quiet so I decide to stay, not being bothered to return to the chaotic noise outside those doors. I sigh and make my way over to him taking a seat. "I don't smoke" I inform him.

"I know but it might help with the headache your undoubtedly feeling" he says keeping his voice soft and hands me the joint. I take it flashing him a small smile.

I take a bigger hit then I meant to and inhale, which results in a string of coughing.

"Yeah, you'll get used to it" Clay says through small laughs.

"What the hell my throat is burning!" I respond dramatically trying to stifle the coughs while he lowly chuckles at me.

"Here" he hands me his beer and I take it gratefully, the cool liquid helps the burning sensation go away. "Thank you" I say breathlessly handing it back to him.

"I think that's the first time I have ever heard u say that to me" he smirks at me which causes me to roll my eyes.

"I'm only here because I needed an escape from out there" I lean my head back against the couch cushion and keep my gaze fixated on the ceiling. The world around me feels like its spinning.

"Why did you have this last minute party anyway? Usually you like to give yourself time to plan" He questions while taking the joint back out of my hand and finishing it. Its weird how well he knows me.

"I have my reasons" I keep my reply short in hopes he doesn't push for more answers, I do not trust myself in the state I'm in.

"Care to share them?" He indeed pushes.

"No." I clap back.

"Always so secretive Davidson" he lowly chuckles and I feel his hand slide on my thigh. My stare with the celling immediately breaks and I make eye contact with him. He starts rubbing small circles into my thigh as if he is comforting me. "Look, you don't have to tell me anything, but I just want you to know that I would put our differences aside to help you in the situation you are in."

A comfortable silence falls between us as I process the words that have just came out of his mouth. I don't get why he was being so nice to me. Wouldn't he be happy that I was going through something like this?

"I don't get why you are being nice to me" I say softly speaking what's on my mind, searching for some type of malicious intent behind his words. "As much as I hate you, that is no reason for someone to physically hurt you. Especially your own boyfriend" hearing those words spill from his lips was the moment I realized he wasn't bluffing and he in fact did know what I was going through. I don't know how he figured it out, maybe Nick told him or something but I can deal with all of this later.

"I don't want to talk about this right now, especially with you" I scoff and feel myself become less tense as his hand still sits comfortably on my thigh.

"Okay what do you wanna do then?" He asks meaningfulness laced in his tone.

"I want to have fun" I reply, a smile forming on my face.

"Sure, what kind of fun?" He continues and my mind races at the implication. I look into his eyes and we stare at each other for awhile. I study every feature of his face. His freckles that spread across his nose and lightly on his cheeks, his piercing eyes studying me, his hair that is always so perfect yet looks like he didn't even try.

I take in how good he looks.

"You're hot" I let slip off my tongue almost in a whisper. I would have never said this let alone think it if it wasn't for the state I was in. I feel the warmth spread across my cheeks and I do not miss the confident smirk he gives me.

"Oh really? George Davidson thinks I'm hot" his voice laced with cockiness as if I just boosted his ego, the hand on my thigh sliding higher.

I sit there and just nod, I don't even try to fight him on it right now but I know my future self will be pissed at me for this whole interaction. My mind starts getting hazy as his hand reaches my inner thigh, caressing it.

I can't take the feeling anymore and I pull myself onto his lap, straddling him. I see his expressing flicker to a shocked one for just a moment, seeming caught of guard by my sudden actions.

He repositions one of his hands on my hip and I look down at him with half-lidded eyes. All I can think about right now is kissing him. Feeling his lips against mine, our tongues dancing together as I grind down on him. I slowly start to lean in and I can feel his hot breath against my lips. When my gaze falls from his eyes to his lips I feel his other hand find the back of my neck and play with my hair.

"George, you're drunk" He reminds me but the words slip my mind as I am to focused on how good his hands feel on my body.

"So are you" I reply our lips so close I can feel them skimming mine. "You said we could have fun" I smirk confidently looking up to his eyes and finding that they are aligned with my lips as well.

"Fine" He pauses. "Lets have fun" He agrees lowly.