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Everyone one thought it would be a great idea to go to some frat party, I honestly couldn't care less. So I decided to start the party early. I picked up a bottle of whisky I had hidden and started drinking, out in the garden. I took just enough to still know what I'm doing but also enough to be buzzed.

I went back inside just in time and I saw the girls coming down the stairs. My eyes immediately landed on her, the girl I can't figure out what exactly I felt towards.

Seylah wore a short gold dress that made her look amazing but part of me didn't want her going out in that. I don't want other guys eyeballing her. When she noticed I was staring I decided to look elsewhere.

My eyes landed on Victoria. She wore a red dress, she looked good but not as good as Seylah did.

My eyes went back to Seylah and I watched her as she walked towards me and took my hand in hers. "How do I look Satan?" She asked getting in front of me so I could get a better look.

I got closer to her until my lips were next to her ear and whispered "You look like a whore". I felt her expression change and honestly I had no reason to say that, maybe I thought it would make her change into something else.

She let go of my hand and was about to walk away when she stopped and stretched up to my ear and said " A whore? But your dad seems to be quite fond of me. Or is that just his type". I couldn't even get mad at what she said because I knew I was wrong.

When we arrived at the party everyone started to disband and I was left with Victoria and Seylah. I took Victoria with me and went to the backyard.

We sat on two lawn chairs and started talking.

"I know I haven't been the best guy to be around lately but I honestly miss our little conversations and just how easy it was to just sit and talk". I said

"I won't lie to you Damien I miss those moments too but the whole thing with you and Seylah it's really complicated. She's my friend and you're the guy..I...I ". She paused and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Why can't we go back to the way we were?" I asked but she didn't answer so I continued talking "you have no answer so there's no reason. Let's go back please".

She smiled and nodded her head. I got up and gave her a hug. From where I was I saw Seylah and a tall blonde guy talking in the kitchen, fucking glass walls. They seemed friendly. Part of me didn't give a fuck but the other part wanted it to be me making her laugh and smile. I was honestly going crazy and I decided to just focus on Victoria.

I sat back down and she started talking about so many things and then I just asked. "Should we make it official?" "Make what official?". She responded. "Us" I replied. "But what about Seylah?" She asked. "Seylah is irrelevant, I can't stand her ". Deep down I knew that was a lie and deep down I also knew I was asking Victoria to be my girlfriend for the wrong reasons.

"Damien I...I..". I interrupted her. "Just think it through I'm willing to wait". She nodded.

I took her hand in mine then suddenly I started hearing police sirens. The colour drained completely from Victoria's face.

"Oh my God my mum is going to kill me . I can't get arrested. I'm too young for this". She started blabbering.

"Shut up and follow me". I said as I led us to the fence and helped her jump over to the neiggbourimg house. I jumped after her and we snuck out and found my car.

As I got into my car I saw the police dragging out a blonde boy. I was sure I didn't know him but he looked familiar.

I drove Victoria back to the beach house not caring to check if the others were okay or not.

When we entered the house we saw everyone was in the living room surroundings Seylah.

I gave Ace a confused look when our eyes met and he came closer and explained what happened. The guy who I saw getting arrested was the same guy with Seylah and he tried to take advantage of her.

I felt my blood boil, the rage I felt at the moment wasn't something I could explain.

I was mad at that guy who felt like he could touch Seylah. But I was mad at Seylah for going out in that dress in the first place. And I was also mad at myself for not being with her when she needed me.

"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 patting her on the head.

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

She got up from where she sat and made her way towards me " what?" She asked.

"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 was cut short when I felt Seylah's hand connect with my face, I knew I was wrong but I still felt an intense rage build up inside me.

"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 says '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. I'm 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 Im most definitely done loving you from now on you mean nothing to me".

Her words felt like a knife had pierced my heart. But instead of apologising I watched her walk away.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I opened it and started drinking. Soon one bottle turned into two and before I knew it I was past out on the kitchen floor.

When I opened my eyes I saw the time was already quarter till midnight. I got up and saw that the house was basically empty everyone had left except Victoria who was sitting on the couch with our bags.

"Hey" she said when she saw me. "Everybody left and I couldn't move you so I left you on the floor. I already packed our stuff. Do you want to wait till morning or should we just leave now?" She asked.

"Let's just go". I responded and fetched my keys out of my pocket. I have no idea if I'm completely sober yet but I'm damn sure I can't spend another night here.

We dumped the bags in the back seat and we started driving.

The drive back was about an hour and a half, but the awkward silence that filled the car made it feel like I was driving for days. I guess Victoria could feel the awkwardness. She looked at me and said,"yes". Confused I asked. "Yes for what?"

"Yes I'd like to be your girlfriend". She said as she placed her hand on my thigh.

"How could you say that right now when your friend almost got raped a few hours ago". I said. I never once pegged Victoria as someone who was selfish and would put her own needs in front of others. The least she could do was wait till morning. Honestly that was some borderline snake shit.

"What do you mean I should have waited. I've waited long enough and besides why does my life have to revolve around Seylah and her problems". She said. Anger and frustration filled her voice.

"I'm not saying your life needs to revolve around Seylah but you could have some compassion". I replied.

"Why should I? She's only been pretentious and mean to me ever since I met her. And besides I wasn't the one who told her to dress up like a total slut". The words that came out of her mouth made me question if this was the same girl who was too shy to complete a sentence.

"How could you say stuff like that, what happened to girls supporting girls". Before she could talk I noticed a cop car behind us and I pulled over.

The police officer came down and made his way towards us. I lowered the window and turned to face him. "You know why I pulled you over son?". He asked.

"You tell me". I responded.

"Wow, I can smell the alcohol all the way here, seems like you've had yourself a busy night". He said.

"Could you just fucking tell me why you pulled me over". At this point I was getting angry and frustrated.

"This case would have just been you driving past a stop sign but now it seems like you need to come with me for driving while intoxicated". He started,"can I see your licence boy?" He asked and I handed it over

"Seems like you've got three offences. Underage drinking isn't a joke son. You'll need to come with me to the station so I can call your parents".

"Sir do I have to go too, I wasn't drinking, I could call an uber and go home". Victoria said.

"So you're really going to fucking leave me, nice. And girlfriend of the year goes to no other than Victoria fucking sprayberry". I said to her. I never knew Victoria could be this selfish.

"Not all of us have a daddy who would just over look everything their son does". She blurted out. "Why don't you call Seylah to come stay with you".

"You fucking bitch".

"Enough with the fighting you two". The cop said. "Young lady I can't leave you here either so you'll have to come to the station with us and you can call your uber from there".

On arriving at the station Victoria didn't even bother to go in she just called an uber and left.

The cop made me sit at his desk and called my dad,in his usual fashion he didn't ask questions and hit the road.

Waiting for my dad felt like an eternity, each second felt like a minute and to make things worse my phone's battery was dead so I couldn't even have something to distract me.

After what felt like years of waiting my dad burst through the station doors and made his way in. When he spotted me he started moving in my direction.

I got up from the seat and gave my dad a hug. "Are you okay son?". He asked not a trace of anger in his voice.

"I'm alright". I replied.

"This your son sir?". A different cop from the one earlier asked .

"Yes". My dad replied.

"Alright come with me, you need to sign some stuff". My dad nodded and went with him.

After all the signing we were set to leave. When we were mere inches from the door two cops came in dragging a man who appeared drunk, with them.

The moment I made eye contact with the drunk man he stopped. "Oh I'll be damned, aren't you a spitting imagine of that bastard". The man said

"Who are you talking about?". I asked

"Augustus King".