The girls and I were busy getting ready for the frat party that Brooke's ex was hosting.

We decided to spend the day shopping instead of getting sand inbetween our toes.

Ashley decided it would be nice to dress up for Scott. He wasn't one of those guys who took into account the amount of clothes girls wore, he was always the kind of guy who believes in 'her body her choice'. This would have made getting something easy but instead we spent half the day looking for that one perfect dress that would say 'I'm hot but I'm all yours'. At least that's what Ashley said.

We ended up settling on a black jumpsuit that hugged her body in just the right way. I mentally face palmed myself when she brought it out of the rack. It wasn't that it was ugly or anything, just imagine spending hours looking for a dress just so your friend could throwaway the idea in 2.5 seconds.

I personally wasn't a girl who dresses up with a guy in mind. I never once stressed if guys would think I'm hot or think I was showing too much. I dressed only for myself and just to feel good. Because I know damn well that I was hot. I knew I had a nice body and a pretty face, people usually described me as slim thick and I guess I owe it to being partly latina. Growing up my mum always told me I was literally a copy of her. She wasn't lying, I barely looked anything like my dad except for my hair texture. Aviva on the other hand looked like she could pass off as my dad's twin when he was younger.

For my dress I decided to go with a gold dress which was a little on the short side. You could see my thighs perfectly and as for the back, it was so exposed that it was mere inches above my butt. I got matching gold shoes to keep things monotoned.

Brooke went with a black top which had a deep v that stretched down to almost her belly button. Her motto in life was 'why have boobs if you won't show them off' and dare I say she had a generous amount. She paired the top with a black pencil miniskirt which gave the illusion of a dress and some thigh high boots.

Candice on the other hand went with a white tennis skirt and a pink spaghetti strap top. She said she wanted to keep things simple.

As for Victoria she refused to get anything at first but I convinced her to try on some dresses. Finally she got a red dress which stopped just a little past her knee. She looked like someone dressed up for homecoming or something.

I made the finishing touches to my hair as I straightened the last piece. My hair wasn't really straight nor was it curly. It had this awkward texture inbetween but it didn't stop it from being super thick.

I noticed all the other girls except Vicky were making final touches on their makeup. Vicky was standing in front of the full length mirror looking at herself like she was a stranger or something.

I walked up to her. "Hey vee, what's the problem?. Don't like your dress?". I asked.

"N..n...no that's not it. Its just....". There's that stutter I hate. This girl always found a way to make everything dull. Or just flat out annoying.

"Listen Vicky. I honestly don't like you". I spoke truthfully, I saw the colour leave her face almost immediately.

"What?". I asked with her head down.

"I don't like how low your self-esteem is. No matter how hot someone is or how pretty, they're nothing without confidence. Confidence is the glue that binds everything together. You look good but with no confidence you look very unattractive". I used my finger to lift her chin up.

"I'm sorry". She apologised avoiding eye contact.

"See what I mean. You're apologising without doing anything wrong. That needs to change you need to stop apologising to the world and start doing whatever the fuck you want. Okay". I walked away from her after saying all of that.

****

We all finished getting ready around 8:50pm and the party started around 8:00pm. The boys were all waiting for us in the living room. We came down the stairs with Ashley in front. Scott leaped from his seat the moment he saw her. He ran up to her and took her hand in his. He had whispered something in her ear but it was too low for me to hear.

Damien on the other hand got up from his seat slowly and for a short while I thought he was staring at me, I took that time to truly take in what he had on. He wore black cargo pants with silver chains at the sides and a white tee-shirt. He also had black and white airjordans on. He accessorised with a silver necklace that had a cross on it and some silver rings.

I was too busy eyeballing him to realise he wasn't even staring at me he was staring at the girl behind me. He was staring at Victoria. When I noticed this I felt a pain in my chest but I didn't want to let it show.

I plastered a smile on my face and walked down the remaining steps. I walked up to where Damien was standing and held his hand in mine. Being close to him allowed me to get a sniff of his cologne. But instead of his usual cologne there was a mix of alcohol and I knew he started his night a bit early.

"How do I look satan?". I asked getting in front of him so he could have a full view of my attire.

He got closer to me until his lips were next to my ear and he whispered. "You look like a whore". His words felt like arrows were fired at my heart. This wasn't the first time a guy called me a whore or a slut but I never really cared what people had to say but hearing this come from him hurt badly. I know I keep saying I hate him but part of me still knew that of all the guys in this town Damien knew me best.

The impact of his words made me let go of his hand, I was about to walk away when I remembered who the fuck I was. I was fucking Seylah Thompson. I went on my tiptoes as he was way taller than me even with heels on. I got close enough to his ear and said. "A whore? But your dad seems to be quite fond of me. Or is that just his type". I walked away after not even taking a look at his face.

****

We all arrived at the party and decided to fan out. It wasn't like it was planned. Alex and Ace saw some girls and decided to try their luck with them. Brooke's ex walked up to her and they started talking, soon she was going off with him to meet some of his friends with candice loosely behind. Ashley and Scott decided to see what they had in the kitchen, I didn't want to question them honestly.

Before I knew it I was left with little miss innocent and satan himself.

I was not having fun.

It didn't take Damien five minutes to drag Victoria off to some place leaving me all by myself.

I wondered through the wall of people dancing and drinking away every single brain cell they had.

I decided not to drink, for one I was alone at a frat party and none of us decided who was going to be driving us back. I didn't want a situation where we were all drunk.

I danced around a bit, talked to a few people and had a few sodas.

After a while I felt the need to pee. I asked around and was directed to the bathroom. It was upstairs and I had to push through another mass of people just to get there.

Luckily for me there was no one using the bathroom at the time, so I released myself and washed my hands.

When I got out I remembered seeing a balcony on my way. So headed there. I leaned on the railing and allowed the fresh breeze to embrace me. The sound of the loud music was less audible here which made being out here even better.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before". I heard a voice say from behind. When I turned around it was a guy I had never met before. He was your typical blonde hair blue eyes kind of person. He was quite tall and had a huge build.

"That's because Im not from around here". I replied him.

"Then let me introduce myself then. I'm Grant". He said extending a drink to me.

"I'm Seylah. And I don't drink". I responded.

"Its okay. Its just soda". He said with a sweet smile and the drink still extended. I knew better than to accept a drink from a random guy at a party.

"My answer's still no". I said accompanied with a smile.

"I'm just going to act like I'm not offended". He said withdrawing his hand.

"Well that's your problem not mine". My tone coming off a bit rude.

"Okay what if we both head to the kitchen and grab some drinks?". He asked.

I was getting a weird feeling from him but I decided to ignore it. "Sure I guess".

We both made our way to the kitchen to grab a drink. He got some beer while I just took a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

He decided it'll be better for us to talk up in the balcony because of all the noise down here, so I agreed seeing as I really enjoyed being up there.

We started talking and he went on about how he was a sophomore at the college and how he loved football. I didn't share anything about my life mainly because I was a secretive person and I didn't really give a fuck about this conversation.

Soon I noticed Grant started getting closer to me and his eyes kept going from my boobs to my ass and I was beyond uncomfortable.

"I think I should go find my friends now". I said to him but he pulled me back by my arm.

"Why? The night's still young. Stay a little" . He said getting closer with each word. I saw a look in his eyes that I knew too well.

"Let go of me". I said sternly.

"But I just want to have fun". He said as his lips came crashing down on mine. I felt like throwing up. I pushed him away with my free hand but that didn't do much due to his size.

He pinned me against the railing and started kissing my neck. He held one of my hands while he had his knee pressed against the other. He used his free hand to aggressively squeeze my breasts. He went from my breasts to my thighs and trailed up and grabbed my butt. I felt his bulge against my thigh which only irritated me further.

I kept on screaming but no one was coming. Eventually I stopped screaming memories of my trauma started playing back in my head and I went numb. I couldn't differentiate which event was actually taking place right now. Was it that man touching me or was it somebody else.

Soon I started crying and pleading for him to let me go. I pleaded just the same way I pleaded with that man but just like the way he didn't let me go Grant wasn't letting me go either.

I closed my eyes and continued pleading but then I couldn't feel his body on mine anymore. I dropped down to the floor too scared to open my eyes.

"Oh my God Seylah are you okay?". I heard a familiar voice say. Ashley. It was Ashley's voice.

"I'm gonna kill you. Fucking bastard". I heard another familiar voice followed by a turd sound. "Babe call the police and make sure Seylah's okay". The voice belonged to Scott. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Grant was on the floor with Scott standing over him sending kicks in every direction.

"Hello please can you send some people. There's a guy here who was trying to rape my friend". Ashley said then proceeded to give the police the address.

I took a good look at her and saw her worried expression. She was on her knees next to me. When she noticed me staring she pulled me into her chest and I started crying all over again.

I stayed in that position for God knows how long until I heard police sirens and soon Grant was taken away.

Scott drove Ashley and I back to the beach house. I couldn't let go of Ashley and It felt like she didn't want to let me go either. We both sat on the couch still with her arms around me.

Soon the rest arrived with sadness on their faces Candice and Brooke came to where Ashley and I sat. "Seylah sweetie we heard what happened". Candice started. "We're so sorry we couldn't be there to help you".

"You don't deserve any of this. I'm so sorry". Brooke said while patting my head.

"That's where you're getting it all wrong. She fucking deserved it and its all her fault". Damien started. "I'm sure she was the one who lured the poor guy then she changed her mind last minute".

I got up from where I was sitting and made my way towards him. " What?". That was all I could muster.

"C'mon seylah don't play the part of a victim here. We all know how much of a slut you really are. Just look at what you're wearing. You were obviously asking for it-". I cut him short by giving him a slap across the face. He held on to his face and looked at me with fury in his eyes.

"This is just the problem with guys. You see a girl dressed up and say she's asking for it. What part of my body say 'hey fuck me I'm asking for it'. Instead of telling girls to wear more or to 'not ask for it' why not tell guys to understand that no fucking means no. And Damien you talking like this really disgusts me. Out of everyone here you know me the best but yet you don't know crap about me". At this point I was already crying again. I'm someone who never shows my tears but today it was too much for me to handle. "Im done with you satan. And I mean it. After the dinner with your dad I don't want anything to do with you ever again. I'm done with this whole hating you business. And I'm most definitely done loving you from now on you mean nothing to me". I blurted out and stormed off not forgetting to get my phone from Ashley first.

I dialed my dad's number. "Daddy can you come get me". He didn't ask much questions and just agreed.