loud. Jasmina was surrounded by people she all hadn't deemed important enough to remember, their mindless chatter an annoying white noise in her ears. Lena had disappeared somewhere along the way, but she hadn't cared enough to really notice until now.

"You're looking beautiful tonight," a guy shouted over the music as he leaned in, the strong scent of cologne and new money overwhelming her.

"I know," she said as she raised her glass to her lips, the ideal image of a bored, rich girl who had it all.

Before he could flirt any more though she walked through the crowd, people immediately backing away to form a path when she neared. As soon as she reached the dancing area it became harder though, everyone there too busy with the alcohol in their hands and the music in her ears to notice her. Annoyance grew and prickled under her skin, ready to burst, and she was about to push the girl in front of her down when someone grabbed her hand.

"What has caused that frown on a lovely girl like you?"

She looked him over for a second, his face somewhat familiar, before staring him in the eyes. The guy in front of her was all charming smirks and defined features, handsome even in the darkness of the room, the silver disco lights illuminating his face briefly as they flashed over him, his blonde hair, straight nose, expensive outfit.

"Who are you?" she said as she shook off his grip.

"You don't remember me?" he said surprisedly as he stepped forward, decreasing the distance between them," I leave quite the impression on most girls."

"Alright," she said, unimpressed, before turning around and starting to walk away again.

"Wait," he said quickly as he stepped in front of her.

"You have ten seconds to tell me why," she said, before folding her arms over each other, bored yet amused at the same time.

"I'm Isaac Jones," he said," we've spoken before. You know me, I'm sure of it."

It was then she placed him. Isaac Jones, the guy who transferred into their school a year ago and had caused quite a ruckus with the amount of hearts he had broken. He came from new money though, so Jasmina never really had bothered with him.

And here he was, disturbing her.

"Well, now you're here anyway," she began," I have a question."

The distance was closed then as she touched his cheek with a hand, before grazing her nails across the skin, aware of the fact that he was getting goosebumps. She knew how she looked, the tight dress accentuating her curves, the dark sheet of hair, her red, pouty lips only adding to the combination of allure and sin she formed in the dark.

"What?" he said breathlessly.

She smiled as she leaned forward, breath fanning his ear as she brushed her lips across it, a faint red print on his skin the only sign she had touched him.

"Have you seen Alan?" she said softly," my purse is in his car and I need my lipstick."

Annoyance flashed in Isaac's eyes for a moment, but it was gone as soon as it came, quickly replaced by his smooth smile instead.

"I think your lipstick is perfect as it is," he said.

"I didn't ask your opinion," she said.

His eyes widened at her quick response and he parted his lips, but then decided against it. Finally, he sighed, before pointing at one of the doors leading to the massive living room with a jerk of his head.

"I saw him going upstairs," he said.

"You're a doll," she smiled as she tapped his nose, before letting him go and walking away.

She passed the crowd on the first floor with ease, walking up the spiral staircase as the deafening music slowly started to become quieter. The lights were dimmed on the second floor, but it was deserted here. Mike Huntington may have been known for his great parties, it was also known that he was a no-nonsense guy who absolutely didn't appreciate people intruding on his privacy. So when he said the second floor and the ones above it were off-limits, no one dared to defy him.

And if his attitude wouldn't hold them back, his family name sure would.

Jasmina didn't care that much about it though, walking on as she listened for sounds that indicated Alan's presence. She wanted her lipstick and perhaps for Alan to make this party less boring for her.

She heard him then, his soft voice carrying through the gap of one of the doors. As she walked towards it, the click of her heels quietened by the soft carpeting, she was ready to ask him whatever he was doing here all alone. Her hand rested on the door, before pulling it open.

And then she stopped dead in her tracks.

Alan was standing there, combed back hair a bit tousled and cheeks somewhat flushed, his blouse wrinkled, but that wasn't the thing that caused her eyes to widen.

No, it was the fact that Lena was underneath him.

Her head was tipped backwards as Alan placed a kiss on her neck, but the creaking of the door caused them both to look up.

And even though Jasmina always had been used to fearful gazes, she still never had seen two people pale so quickly.

The emotions rushing through her mind were tangling itself in her vocal cords, fury sizzling through her lung tissue, making it hard for her to breathe anything but anger.

"Jas," Alan stuttered as he pushed himself off Lena, hands quickly smoothing down his blouse as if her memory would disappear with the wrinkles.

"O my God, Jasmina," Lena breathed as she pushed herself up in a sitting position.

"Jas," Alan began when she didn't immediately burst out in anger, slowly stepping towards her as he held his hands out in a pacifying move, as if she was a wild animal ready to bite him at any time.

Lena quickly corrected her dress and jumped to her feet, cheeks so red that it seemed to burn her chocolate skin away.

"This isn't what it looks like," Alan said.

But before he could touch her she stepped back, eyes so cold he froze in place, chin tilted up and back straight.

"You're dead to me," she hissed.

"Please," Alan breathed.

"Don't look at me," she said coolly," don't talk to me. We're done, I don't ever want to see you again."

And then she spun around and walked out of the room, pace fast as she stormed down the stairs, two pairs of footsteps following closely behind. She didn't bother to stop though until she reached his car.

"Why are you frowning again?" Isaac teased as he seperated himself from the group of people he had been standing with on the porch.

"Give me something hard," she ordered.

He blinked in confusion, but one glance of her caused him to comply as he bent down to pick up a loose rock.

And she took it and smashed Alan's window.

Alan reached her then, shock coloring his eyes as he grabbed her arm to prevent her from causing more damage. Lena was closely behind him, but one look from Jasmina caused her to take a step back in fright.

"Jas, please," Alan begged," I can explain."

She breathed in, before composing herself, a sugary sweet smile on her face as she looked at Alan. It threw him off-guard, but he still grasped eagerly at the straws as she placed a hand on his chest.

"Really?" she said softly as she blinked up at him, eyes wide and innocent.

"Really," he nodded in affirmation.

She grazed her fingers over his arm, before settling at his wrist and gently tracing patterns on his skin. He leaned in to her, eyes hopeful.

Until she unclasped his Rolex and threw it as far away as she could.

"Fuck you," she said, before kicking him in the crotch.

As Alan whimpered, she turned around and stormed off on the street, ready to call a cab. Anything to get her away from here, from this chaos.

How dare he-

And then she was hit by a car.