the drive to Emma's house felt like forever even if it was just ten minutes. maybe it's because my thoughts consumed me and I'm pretty sure I zoned out too. I swear someday I will die due to my constant journey through my wonderful thoughts. Note the sarcasm.

"you look sexy," Emma said cutting me off my thoughts once again.

"you don't look bad yourself". Emma was wearing a short white dress with spaghetti straps and had small button-like flowers. the dress was...I don't know... Emma I would say. I will never in my life wear such a thing, it's cute and all but no. not the one for me, I'd rather spend the rest of my life in clothes twice my size.

Emma's dress reminded me so much of the 15-year-old me. to tell the truth, I was so much like Emma when I was 15 or 16. I wore really fancy, bright and cute clothes. my personality was just like hers which kind of actually scare the shit out of me. But I'm not that girl anymore and I choose to never be again. I hate her. It's because of her that I ended up hurting myself and everyone around me. She's the reason my family and I went for shit.

"where to turn from here Em?" I question noticing some expensive cars parked in the side of the drive away.

"it's right there. you can park here". after parking my car we get out and head towards a big fancy and luxurious house. my eyes widen at the sight of it. how could someone be so rich like...damn.

music was blasting so loud and I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors call the cops. there were a lot of people in here, drunk boys dancing like crazy and girls half naked some fully naked. where's the self-respect of these people. I already hate it here and for me to go through this night I need a drink but who the hell is gonna drive Emma's drunk ass. Yes! Emma drinks she doesn't seem like an alcoholic person but she and vodka are like best friends. that girl is with a lot of surprises and that's why she's my friend... well my only friend. I go past the drunk bodies and noticing that I already lost Emma for a bottle of vodka does not surprise me. When I come to a place where there are no drunk dancers and naked girls I take out a cigarette and my lighter and lit that bad boy up. at least this cigarette will take me through the night.

while I was enjoying that burning feeling and drowning in my thoughts I snap back into reality when I spot a familiar face along with that very much familiar laughter. we make eye contact.

"No fucking way!" I say more to myself.

"Sangster? what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same. Kai". I take a few steps closer towards him.

"You still got the sass don't you Rhea?"

"I moved away. I didn't have a rebirth or something".

"Gosh. I can't believe I'm gonna say that I missed your sexy ass." Jason smiles. Damn, that smile. it makes you drop down to your knees and it's one of his many charms. But unlucky for me, his charms never worked. Jason comes towards me gesturing his hands for a hug and I hugged him back, tightly because I missed this donkey so damn much too.

Well, Jason and I, have history. we started from kindergarten friends to strangers, then to drink buddies and to sex buddies, then again to friends to my little brother un biological, even if he's just 6 months younger than me. when I left home I left all my relationships, I cut off all the connections and left. some understood and some did not. And Jason was someone who understood...well to be honest he left before I did.

we pull away from our warm hug and just look at each other and smile. even if it was two years since I last saw him I feel like it was forever.

"So... what are you doing here?" he questions. "I actually moved here a month ago."

"No shit. Are you like serious?"

"Yes doofus"

"Damn. I thought you came here to surprise me or something"

"seriously Jason?. so when are you going to tell me what you are doing here"

" Oh. I live here. not in this house but this town yeah"

"How come I never saw you?" I question curiously.

"It's because I and my big family have been in France for two months. dad had business work there and you know-"

"Did you say, big family?" I cut him off because as long as I know it was just him and his father all his life.

"Yeah, my father remarried this hot lady. when I say hot she really hot for a forty-five-year-old"

"JASON! she's your stepmother for goodness sake"

"I know I know I was just joking. She's super nice though and you know my father does not deserve such kindness". he says and I feel him tense. He hates the topic of his father but I know the more he talks about it the less he feels sad.

"is he still a sick fuck, like before?" I questioned and I remembered all those days he came to me with beatings on his body and on certain days he would cry too. he looks like a stone-cold heartless hot piece of shit. but he got that vulnerable side too which he barely shows and I don't think he shows that to anyone. He trusts me and he knows that I would never judge him because there were days that I would go to him with beatings on my body. the only difference is I don't cry. I never cry in front of people or anyone. I don't show my vulnerable and weak side because you never know they could use it against you.

"still the same fucker. don't know what Lily saw in him" he takes a moment of silence and speaks again. "can we not talk about him now. I'm seriously not in the mood"

"of course." After a little while, I asked, "so your idea of a 'big family' was the addition of your stepmom"

"No. she has a son. he's like a year older than us but he still goes to high school"

"Why is that?" who would want to go to high school for another year.

"He failed his senior year. so no graduation and no college"

"How dumb is he?" how can someone fail his whole senior year.

"He says he failed because and I quote 'i have my reasons and you can stop giving shits about me'. He is not a friendly person, like at all."

"sounds like the male version of me except the fact I'm not dumb".

"True." with that I heard someone scream my name.

"RHEAHHHHHH." Oh, God. that's Emma and she is drunk like never before. Hungover is gonna be a bitch for her tomorrow.

"Who the hell is that?" Jason questions next to me walking towards the house.

"That's my only friend and I'm her designated driver so I gotta take care of her drunk ass," I say rushing towards Emma where I see her stumbling towards an unknown direction.

"Damn she's hot for a drunk girl" Jason says standing beside me while I try to get Emma back to her feet.

"D-did he just say I'm HOT! you know what-t since you told me the painter girl 'Emma' Hot I'll suck your big juicy di-" my eyes widen as what she's about to say and I cut her off.

"EMMA MCKAY!!"

"Damn! let her finish Rhea. I already like her" Jason says with a flirty smirk on his face.

" - ck for free. See R you should stop cutting me off. you naughty girl." I wipe my hand over my face with frustration.

"You know if I let you finish, you will probably wake up tomorrow and when you get to know what you were speaking you will probably cry for two hours cursing at yourself," I say in one breathe.

"All I heard was blah blah Rhea" Emma stumbles again and this time I take her left hand put it over my shoulder.

"See you at school then.kai" I give him a soft smile and walk towards my car.

A/N- HEY PEEPS! I JUST WANNA SAY THAT I KNOW THESE CHAPTERS ARE LIKE REALLY SHORT BUT I DO NOT KNOW WHY I CANNOT COLLECT MYSELF TO WRITE LONGER ONES. SO IF YOU ARE SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO READ LONG CHAPTERS I AM SO SORRY BUT I WILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE THE OTHERS LONG AND PERSONALLY IM SOMEONE WHO LIKES SHORT CHAPTERS SO HEHE.

AND I SEE THAT WE HAVE BEING INTRODUCED TO ANOTHER MC THE ONE AND ONLY 'JASON KAI.' IN MY HEAD HE'S FLAMING HOT *DROOLS*.

QUESTION- IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE RHEA IN ONE WORD WHAT WOULD IT BE?

- PEACE