"Holy shit."

Was the first thing that left Chase's mouth as soon as he saw me. I don't blame him. I actually looked pretty good and he hasn't seen me in a dress before. He just saw the plain me.

I wasn't looking at him because I know he already looks hot and I'm blushing really bad. Mom nudged my side as we made our way down. I looked at her as she smirking at me. Really?

I ignored her and went to stand next to my Dad who looked pissed off.

"Really? Now, how am I supposed to let her go if she looks so beautiful?" Dad asked. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior.

"John, I'll ask you again. Do you want to sleep on the couch?" Mom asked, placing her hands on her hips. Dad sighed in defeat, but didn't answer back.

I finally looked at Chase and found him still staring at me, wide eyes and mouth hanging open. He was already distracted, so I thought of checking him out. It won't hurt, would it?

He wore a white t-shirt with washed black jeans. You could see the outline of his muscles through his t-shirt. One of his hands was holding a leather jacket. And let me tell you, he looked so hot right now that I might just faint. I'm not exaggerating. He totally looked like a bad boy with the leather jacket and all.

When I looked back at his face, he was smirking at me. Crap, I got caught. Luckily, he didn't say anything in front of my parents.

"Let's go?" I asked Chase. He nodded and began making his way towards the front door.

"Chloe, take care of yourself. Don't do anything rash or else I'll complain to Liam," dad threatened.

"Really? Liam? Aren't you suppose to be the father that their children complain to?" Mom asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, but she listens to him more than us. What am I suppose to do?" That was the last thing I heard, before I closed the door.

We made our way towards his car. "Liked what you saw in there?" Chase smirked, but there was something about his voice that wasn't so playful.

"Yes."

This shocked him as he looked at me, dumbfounded. I know, he never thought I'll answer him that. I'm shy, remember?

"What? Something wrong?" I asked, smirking at him.

"N-No," he stuttered. How cute. I laughed and sat in the passenger seat.

"How long until we reach?" I asked him, as I put on my seat belt.

"Not too long. Only five minutes."

"Okay."

After five minutes, we reached and walked inside. It was some guy name Jake from the soccer team, who threw the party for their win today.

We entered and made our way towards the kitchen, to see our friends already waiting for us.

"Hey, I thought you won't come," Leah said, looking surprised.

"How can I not? Someone blackmailed me." I said and glared at Ashley who blew me a kiss from next to Jason. I rolled me eyes at her.

"Okay, guys. Now let's party," Ryan shouted. Laura huffed at that. All of us were making our way out of the kitchen when suddenly, Ashley came to me.

"Okay listen here, Chloe. No drinking. You're going to stay with us, always. No making out with anyone even though I know you won't. And if you ne-" I cut her off by giving her look of disbelief.

"I can handle myself, you know."

"I know, but I don't want you to drink again...like..like last time," Ashley hesitated.

"I won't. I can't promise you though." I shrugged my shoulder.

"Chloe." She warned.

"Let's go. I want to enjoy," I said and without waiting for her reply, I went towards the others who were standing by the table with drinks.

"Where were you guys?" Laura asked.

"Just coming," Ashley said and smiled tightly while I just shrugged.

"Okay. So let's get drunk," Ryan yelled through the noise. Everyone was drinking except me.

I looked around to see people grinding against each other, some making out in a corner and I don't want to know what is happening upstairs. It was a typical high school party. Most of the people were drunk dancing. It's kind of funny to watch them.

**

It was almost an hour, since we arrived and Chase has excused himself to go somewhere. The rest of our friends were dancing and having fun. As I promised to Ashley, I won't drink; I didn't drink even a sip of alcohol.

While I was wandering around I passed the kitchen, only to freeze in my steps.

I saw Chase and a girl who looks like slut, don't mind my language it's true, eating each other's face. It felt like a stab to my chest. So this was what he was doing when he left us. I should have known.

My eyes welled up and I felt like crying. I can't..I can't even look at it. I like him so much. I've been searching for him only to find him like this. Does God hate me so much to snatch all the good things away from me?

I shook my head and wiped my tears and turned, so my back was facing them. No! I'm not letting a guy ruin my fun. I blinked and smirked to myself. I know what I'm going to do now.

I went back to the living room where people were dancing, grinding and drinking. I went near the bar. Yes! There was a bar in his house. Cool right? I order the strongest drink and gulped it down. There was a warm, burning feeling in my throat. It was comforting. I order one more and one more and one more. Now, my friends I was totally drunk. I giggled to myself.

Chase Mason, you are not going to affect me.

I went to the dance floor and started dancing. People around me cheered and encouraged me to dance more. I felt at ease, like there was no problem in life. I was so in my dancing that I didn't notice an arm went around me. I felt the person pull me closer to him, so my back was pressed against his chest. Frankly, I didn't mind. Maybe if I was sober I would have, but now I'm drunk, so I don't.

I danced with him and I have to tell. Boy! He could dance. I turned around in his arms so I was facing him. He was blonde hair with blue eyes. Aw! I love people with blue eyes. They just look so hot. I giggled at my thought. It seems like he like it because he pulled my closer, if that was even possible and smirked down at me. I winked at him and continued dancing with him.

There was a moment when he stopped dancing and was just staring at me. I looked at him, confused and blinked a few times.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered. I blushed at this. I'm no slut. Heck I haven't had my first kiss yet. It's just when you are so unwanted and a person calls you beautiful, it feels nice. Even though I have my friends, it's different. I know they love me. I know my parents love me. But there still is some insecurity...

I was in my thoughts that I didn't notice him leaning towards me. Is he going to kiss me? Am I going to have my first kiss? I was really excited.

My eyes fluttered close on its own as I felt his hot breath on me. We were this close to kissing when I felt someone pull me. I opened my eyes to see a guy standing in front of me. Not any guy, but Chase. He shoved the blonde to the ground. Poor guy!

Even though it was dark, not totally but with the lights flickering, I could see he was angry. Really, really angry. Wait, he doesn't have the right to get angry at me. He was the one kissing the other girl around. I'm not his girlfriend, but it still hurts. Anger boiled inside and I fisted my hands to my side.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He spat angrily. I gritted my teeth in irritation. I don't feel like talk to him so I turned to walk away, but his hands grabbed my arm and turned to face him. "Answer me."

"I don't have to. I can do anything I want. That's none of your business," I said through my gritted teeth. If I was drunk before, I think I'm coming to my sense because of the fight.

I yanked my arm back and went upstairs. No, it's not want you're thinking. Drinking so much had caused my bladder to burn. I needed to pee. I went upstairs in search of the bathroom. I don't want to see what's not meant to be.

I saw a door across the hall and skipped towards it, hoping it's the bathroom. When I opened the door, to my luck, it was a bathroom. I went inside and did my business. Washing my hands, I looked up in the mirror. Why did he come in between? Why was he angry? Was he jealous? No, he can't be, can he? To all my questions, there was only one answer, Chase.

If I want answers I have to ask him which I'm not going to do. I sighed and made my way out. I was going through the hall when suddenly there was a tug on my arm and I was pushed against the wall.

I screamed, but a hand covered my mouth. "Wow. Don't you look hot?" A drunken guy said. I looked up to see a guy smirking at me. I didn't recognize him, but he definitely was drunk more than me. I was pretty sober now. I tried to push him away but he didn't even move an inch. "Don't try to run. No one can save you. Let's go have some fun."

I started kicking and thrashing which only made him angrier. He leaned forward towards my neck, but I bit his hand that was covering my mouth. He yelped and removed his hands from my mouth.

I screamed on top of my lungs, but due to loud music, I don't think anybody must have heard. I was wishing for Chase to come and save me. I don't feel good around this guy. I want Chase. I screamed for help.

Now this drunken guy was really angry. I was shoved further into the wall and he started kissing my neck. "Help! Leave me alone, you douchebag. I'll cut your balls and shove it down your throat," I yelled, loudly at him.

He chuckled at my threat. "Feisty. I like it." I tried to push him off, only to be shoved further into the wall. I was still screaming for help.

Then suddenly out of nowhere, he was whipped away from me. I saw a figure standing protectively in front of me. Chase. At that very moment, I felt like crying. His fist connected with the guy's jaw and I heard a crack noise. Broken, definitely broken. But Chase was not done yet, he punched his nose as the guy fell down on the ground from the impact.

Chase bent down to his level. "Don't touch what's mine. I don't like to share," he said. His voice dangerously low and angry. I gulped. He is scary when he's angry.

The guy practically ran out of the hall. Chase turned towards me. I thought he was going to shout at me, but he shocked me when he pulled me in a hug. I quickly snapped back and hugged him as if my life depends on him. I don't know when, but I started crying in his chest.

"Shh, it's fine. You're okay," he mumbled, hugging me tightly. I faintly nodded my head against his chest.

I pulled back and he wiped the tears on my cheeks. I smiled at him. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I shouldn't have drank. Ashley said no, but I didn't listen. I'm such an idiot. But I got angry when I saw you kissing that girl. I don't know why, but I didn't like it. And I..I just.." I rambled. I tend to do that when I'm nervous. Or maybe I'm just drunk.

"Woah, woah..hold on a second," he said and I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't kiss anyone."

"But I saw you in the kitchen with that girl," I said, confused.

"That's not possible. I was with my friend from New York the whole time I left you guys by the table," he defended.

What? How's that possible? But to think of it now, the guy's back was facing me. I didn't actually see his face. Does that mean I thought it was Chase the whole time? Oh my god!

I looked at him wide eyes. He must have realized that I might have mistaken him for someone else because he stepped closer towards me and I backed against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of my face and smirked.

"Were you jealous that I was kissing someone else? Is that why you started drink, Chloe?" He asked slowly, still smirking. I swallowed.

"Uh..I-I.." Okay I don't have words to say. He was right.

"Guess I'm right." He said. I blushed red and looked anywhere but at him. "Why were you jealous, Chloe? You kissed that blonde because of it, didn't you?"

"N-No. Firstly, I didn't kiss him. You broke us apart before that. A-And I'm glad you did. I don't want to lose my first kiss to a stranger," I blurted out. Shit! I need a filter. I snapped my mouth shut with my hand. He wasn't suppose to know that.

He raised an eyebrow at me. He looked kind of relieved after hearing that. "First kiss, huh? Good. I'm glad I could save you. But you owe me now."

"What do you want?" I asked, rather innocently.

He leaned close. "I want your first kiss," he said huskily, out of breath. My heart was racing down the hallway. My breath came in short pants. "But not now. You owe me. And I'll get what I want. You won't stop me either. I'll bet you on that. It'll just be unexpected, in your case. I know you want to kiss me. Be ready, Chloe Wilson."

I don't mind.

This was the first thought that came to my mind. I don't mind him kissing me. I'll be happy to give him my first kiss. I blushed, thinking about it.

He must have seen me blushing, because he smiled in satisfaction. I know he won't force me to kiss him. He knows I'll kiss him without any pressure. I looked at him and smiled.

He took my hand and pulled me downstairs. "Let's get you home. We had a long night." I nodded as we went out together.

I'm so happy that it wasn't Chase who was kissing. I shouldn't have jump to conclusions without finding the truth. I'm mean how stupid of me, I didn't even see that guys face and assume that he's Chase. Damn, that's embarrassing.

After everything, he took me home, as I didn't want to be anywhere near the party. I should have guess party could be this rash. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I came back to my sense, I heard talking.

"What happened?" I heard my Mom's panic voice.

"Nothing she fell asleep in my car," Chase answer.

"Oh! That's good. Come on in. You can take her to her room," Mom said and Chase began to carry me upstairs.

They had no clue that I was awake, but barely. Chase placed me gently on my bed and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight, Chloe-bear."

Chloe-bear, that's what Emma and Chase used to call me in New York. According to them I was cute like a teddy bear. So here comes the name for me.

Just as I felt him move, I missed his warm touch. I heard the door shut with a small click. I guess he went home. I snuggled deep in my pillow and slept with a small smile on my face. Even after what happened at the party, I'm glad Chase was there with me.