The Beverly Wilshire hotel's parking lot was completely filled with Bentleys, Corvettes, Lambos, and Merecedes Benz, drunk, designer-covered teenagers stumbling out of them and heading into the lobby.

Jac was one of them. She and Veronica had caught a ride with two East Prep boys who she'd forgotten the names of already. Although she was pretty sure the lanky, blonde guy who had his arm slung around her, had a name that started with 'L'.

The party venue Brett's father had rented was extravagant; gold embellished decor, a balcony with the view of the bustling city, an expensive DJ, bottles of gold Moet & Chandon champagne and of course, tons of E.

Jac felt wasted and the party had just begun. In fact, she was so drunk that she couldn't remember why she had felt so depressed before. She felt careless, careless and free, and that was all that mattered.

So careless, in fact, that she didn't even flinch when 'L' grinded against her to the music. She didn't even mind the fact that his hands were sliding up the hem of her Aiden Mattox black sleeveless mini dress. She only turned to face him, realizing he wasn't as cute as she had thought a few hours ago, and threw her arms around his neck.

He kissed her roughly, reeking of Crown Ambassador beer  and although Jac thought he was the most sloppy kisser she'd ever encountered, she kissed him back anyway.

"Wanna get out of here?" He murmured on her lips.

Jac smirked slightly, knowing exactly what he meant - and found it amusing that he thought he had a chance.  She moved away from him. "Maybe some drinks first."

His whole face lit up as if he had scored liqour without using a fake ID or a bribe. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

As soon as he headed for the refreshments table, she weaved her way through the crowd, side stepping Lindsey Wellington and the cheerleaders as they stumbled drunkenly, trying to take a picture. She passed Veronica who had been hoisted up by some of the lacrosse players, twirling around a broken tiara.

Jac found Benny leaning against the balcony rail along with Seth Montador and others Jac didn't even recognize. Imperial vodka bottles in their hands, they thrust one hundred dollar bills into the air, watching them fall into the bustling street below.

"I changed a homeless man's life!" Seth shouted to the top of his lungs, pointing eagerly at a man bundled up in scruffy clothing below.

"Those peasants caught one of my bills!" Benny shouted back, giving Seth a high five,.

Jac couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not sure about what I just walked into."

Benny downed the rest of her vodka. "We're helping the peasants."

"Serfs," Seth said enthusiastically. "I like the sound of serfs better."

Benny waved a dismissive hand, slinging her arm around Jac, guiding her to the balcony edge. There were still a handful of others, dropping money down into the streets as if they were Jesus themselves. "Lets play a game, who can throw the most money and get someone to catch it."

Seth pulled out a wad of hundred bills hurriedly. "You're on."

Jac thought the idea of giving away money was stupid and senseless.  However, she was all about acting stupid and senseless tonight. It was a party after alll and it was the first party that she didn't have to worry about what he was doing.

With an excited gasp,  Jac found herself throwing two grand into the glittering lighted city, hoping someone would catch them so she could win - and a group of business men started to pick up the money fervidly. 

"Ha," She spat towards Benny who was frowning now. 

Benny grabbed another bottle of vodka off the floor, took a small sip, and then tossed five hundred dollars over the balcony. Then she looked over the railing with anticipation. No one seemed to notice the five hundred dollar bill, flying aimlessly through the traffic. "Fuck my life!"

"Wasted money," Seth taunted. "Not that it matters."

Jac smiled with satisfaction. "Looks like I won." Although she had just wasted some of her allowance. With two grand, she could have gotten the new Versace pumps.

"Winner has to drink a magnum champagne bottle." Benny said quickly.

Jac scoffed. "Thats the loser's job."

"How about we all do it?" Seth suggested pleasantly, picking up a larger than life bottle of gold, glittering champagne. He popped the cap open, spraying everyone in range.There were squeals and ear piercing screams as girls desperately tried to save their dresses.

Jac would have been right along with them, taking cover wherever she could. However, her money had went off the balcony and into the street along with her fucks to give. 

Seth couldn't control the spray of the bottle so he simply sat it on a chair, letting everyone bask in the champagne shower whether they wanted to or not. Jac jumped straight into the middle of it all, twirling around to the music - Can't Remember To Forget You - as if she were in a music video.

The next thing she knew, she was leaning over in the hallway, throwing up -what felt like- her dignity mixed with guts. She had had too much to drink.  She, Veronica, and the 'no name' East Prep boys had gone through two bottles on their way to the party and considering what she'd had during the party, she was in for a major hangover.

'Its time to go home,' She thought bitterly to herself. Though home didn't really feel welcoming anymore so she decided on renting a room in the hotel instead.

Jac staggered down the halls, feeling the walls whenever she felt as if she were going to pass out. Her head reeled as if she were in a surreal movie and she nearly fell down the lobby stairs.  Drained, she steadied herself at the front desk, startling the boy behind it.  "I need a room." She mumbled and then looked up - and gasped.

"Hey, I know you." She said lowly, realizing she sounded like a slurring Brett.

"No, you don't." The boy said, fidgeting with his red tie.

"Yes, I do," Jac pointed at him shakily, knowing exactly who he was. "You're Steve's boyfriend."

The boy froze, not even blinking. He looked distinctly like the guy Steve had showed her days ago. The guy who was supposedly his boyfriend. The blonde, spiky-haired boy who was not even on Steve's level.  She peered up at his nametag; 'Blake Evans'. 

"Steve?" He broke out into laughter. "Steve isn't my boyfriend."

"Well, he said you are."

"Steve is my friend from college," He managed in between hysterical laughter. "I'm straight and always will be."

Jac eyed him suspiciously. "Are you sure? I mean, Steve is pretty cute-"

"No!" He exclaimed.

Then the dots connected and Jac felt like an idiot.  "That little rat was covering his tracks." She thought aloud. He had probably known she was catching on to her father's affair so he lied. It meant he had no idea Jeffrey had even told her.

"Rat?" Blake chuckled nervously.

"Book me a room," Jac said determinedly. "We need to have a little chat."

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'Brett definitely knows how to throw a ratchet party," Erika thought to herself, observing the rich kids filling the venue. As usual, everyone acted as if they were lowly idiots. Some had huddled around one of the corners of the room, smoking hookahs and giggling profusely. Girls dressed in fancy 20s dresses - for some odd reason - were fawning over the DJ.  However, the worst scene of all was Benny and Seth giving away money to - Erika gasped - peasants.

"Trying to hide from me, babe?" Erika turned around to see - Ugh! - Chris, a lop-sided smile on his face. Only thirty minutes into the party and he was already drunk.

Erika rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "What do you think?" She felt a tap on her shoulder then and turned around to see the second person she hated at this party.

"Hey, you totally left me in the parking lot." Paisely exclaimed over the loud music.

Erika smirked. She had spent the ride paying extra attention to Chris just to piss off Paisely. Everytime the girl would speak, she'd casually kiss him or just completely ignore her. Being a bitch had been so fun that she'd forgotten she didn't even like Chris.

Erika kissed Chris swiftly on the cheek, shooting Paisely a smug smile. "Sorry, we just got carried away over here."

Paisely's smile only trembled slightly and she turned to Chris who was looking back and forth between them with a look Erika couldn't understand. "Chris, dance with me please?"

"Hmmm, is that okay with you, Erika?" Chris asked although it was obvious he didn't really care either way. 

Erika only scoffed.

With a shrug, Chris let Paisely guide him to the middle of the dancing crowds. Erika could barely fathom the fact that he didn't even give a glance in her direction. 'Well, I guess Paisely really isn't a cluless bitch,' She thought. Clearly, the girl knew exactly what she was doing - and it bugged the hell of out Erika.

If Paisely wasn't a clueless, low self esteemed girl, then Erika would treat her as a challenger, A challenger, as in a girl who thought she had a chance at beating her but was sadly mistakened.

With one last look of disdain in the direction of Chris and Paisely - and every other animal in designer clothing - she made her way to the bathroom, letting the insanely loud music blur into the background.

Just as her manicured hand rested on the knob, the door swung open, nearly knocking her backwards.

Jeremiah, the unbelievably buff - and intimidating - Lacrosse player, hurried out of the bathroom without even an apology for nearly killing her. Erika smoothed the hem of her 3.1 Phillip Lim black overlay dress with a huff.

"Oh my god!" At that moment, Veronica came stumbling out of the bathroom, practically gaping at the girl.

Erika found herself frowning in disgust. Veronica's once perfect dress was rolled up, almost revealing one of the many  Agent Provocateur thongs she was always wearing. Her usually pefect auburn hair was touseled messily and her bright red lipstick was smeared.

"Jeremiah, really?" Erika derided. 

"Its nothing," Veronica pulled her dress down. "Besides, I could say the same thing about you and Chris."

Erika pursed her lips, a lightbulb going off in her head. She knew exactly what to do to win over Chris once and for all. "You don't happen to have an extra thong do you?" Veronica always had extra outfits as she was constantly waking up at different guys' houses.

"Why?" 

"I guess I'm going to have to tell everyone that you were just hooking up with Jeremiah," Erika sighed fakely. "Then everyone would really think you're a slut."

Veronica's eyes grew wide. "Ugh, you bitch." Groaning, she dug in her Louis Vuitton handbag, puling out a Saks Fifth Avenue shopping bag and then finally taking out a bright pink Agent Provocateur thong.

"Wait, have you worn it before?" Erika asked, taking a step back. There was no way she was touching that thing if that was the case.

"No, its brand new." Veronica gasped as if she were offended by her question. She tossed the new thong to Erika, stuffing the contents of her handbag away.

Erika held the thong with a dainty hand but smirked. "Your secret is safe with me."  Despite her promise, Veronica still had the face of a girl dying in a horror movie. Everyone knew Erika wasn't good at keeping secrets.

She found Chris and Paisely dancing and laughing hysterically. Paisely was dancing like Lorde at her concerts, mimicking the girl with a smile that made her look effortless and natural. It was the one thing Erika hated about Paisely with a passion. The girl was so darn natural.

Erika made her way through the crowd, smiling at the hungry stares she recieved from literally every guy in the crowd. 

She stopped in front of the pair who actually looked adorable together. While Chris was the arrogant lacrosse player, Paisely was the soft spoken blonde who was the total opposite of him. 'Oh well.' Erika didn't say a word. She only slipped the pink thong into Chris' pants, gave him a flirty wiink, and slowly retreated to the bathroom. 

It didn't take long for him to follow.

Just as Erika was about to close the bathroom door behind her, Chris stopped it halfway, holding up the thong with a grin. "So whats this about?"

Erika didn't take her eyes off the luster lit mirror, touseling her hair sexily before turning to him.  She kissed him, feigning desire, as he pressed her against the counter. In the back of her mind, she wondered why she couldn't feel anything for him. Any other girl would feel like the luckiest girl in the world. So why didn't she feel that way?

Erika kissed him harder then. She tried to make herself enjoy it because if she didn't, that meant something was wrong with her - and she hated to be the weird one. His kisses moved from her lips to her neck and she loathed how aware of her surroundings she was.

She despised the fact that she still remembered she was at a school party in the Beverly Wilshire hotel. She hated how she could still count to twenty in her head. She hated how she just couldn't get on that Cloud Nine Jac used to gush over when she was with Damon. 

Sure, Chris was obnoxious, arrogant, and a Damon wannabe, but at that moment Erika desperately wanted to get butterflies in her stomach fluttering at the feeling of his touch.

"Sorry to interrupt but-"

"Ugh, what do you want?" Erika groaned.

Paisely leaned in the doorway, a hint of a satisfied smile on her face. "Benny and I are gonna play truth or dare. You have to play with us."

Chris lit up at the words 'truth or dare'. At Alabaster Prep, any game of truth or dare always resulted in tears, drama, and a hookup of the year. He slung his arm around Erika. "Well then lets fucking play truth or dare." He bellowed drunkenly.

Erika shot a glare at Paisely but couldn't help but praise the girl for how clever she was. "Truth or Dare....this should be interesting."

Truth or Dare took place in one of the rooms hidden from the rest of the venue. The walls were a velvet red, gold chandliers hung above them, and a queen-sized bed - in which Benny had to kick out a couple about to get it on - stood a few feet away from them.

Everyone had gathered around on the floor, surrounding a Moet & Chandon gold champagne bottle. The players consisted of; Brett Richers and his rumored new girlfriend Mia Matthews, Lindsey Wells, Seth Montador, Paisely Mont Vernon and Benny Costa, and some freshman boy who somehow got himself invited into the game.

"Ladies and Gentleman," Benny Costa exclaimed. "Welcome to the ultimate game of Truth or Dare except there is no Truth...theres only dares. If you don't choose dare, you must drink from the bottle."

The freshman cringed. "But what if we drink so much we throw up?"

"Shut it, Pipley." Benny barked.

"I'm goin' first, its my party." Brett slurred.

Mia, who had changed out of her cheer uniform for a Alexander McQueen mini dress, moved away from him. "Please don't barf. This is cashmere!"

Brett gave her a lazy smile before pointing at Seth. "Drink or Dare?"

Seth let out an exasperated sigh. "I knew you were going to choose me." He crossed her arms, looking between the bottle and Brett. "But I'm gonna drink." Hurriedly, before anyone could protest, he took a long swig of the champagne.

"You're no fun." Benny pouted and Erika immediately knew she was drunk.

"Drink or Dare....." Seth's eyes laid on Erika for a moment and her heart actually sped up. She hated games like this. Sure, the drama was great but she had no interest in participating herself. "Drink or Dare Mia."

Mia bit her lip wryly. "Dare."

"Thats my girl!" Brett exclaimed, hugging the slender girl tightly as if he were trying to break her.  From the corner of Erika's eye, she could see Benny eyeing them with envy. 'This is going to be interesting,' Erika thought to herself.

"I dare you to ...." Seth frowned. "Guys, I'm not evil."

"FLASH YOUR BOOBS!" The freshmen, whose last name was apparently Pipley, screeched to the top of his lungs, startling everyone.

Everyone erupted into laughter and cheers, egging Mia on now. She blushed. "I think I'm gonna take a drink then."

"No, too late, you chose dare."  Benny snapped.

"She doesn't have to do it if she doesn't want to." Brett spoke up.

Mia took the champagne bottle, taking a long gulp, nearly consuming half of the bottle all by herself. With a satisfied sigh, she set the bottle back down. "There, discussion over." She giggled softly. "Now I drink or dare Benny."

Benny shrugged. "I'm choosing dare because I'm a bad bitch."

"Then I dare you to kiss Pipley." Mia smiled ruefully.

Chris snickered. "Looks like its Pipley's lucky day."

"Fuck you.." Benny cursed before leaning over to the acne-covered freshman and planting a kiss on his naturally pink lips. 

The game went on just like that. Soon, dares turned into make outs, unheard of drugs, and Brett even got Chris to give him all the keys to his Lamborghini collection for a whole week. Lindsey Wells threw up, however, after drinking on every turn she got. Erika had managed to get out of each Drink or Dare unscathed, purposely choosing Drink each time.

However, Brett suggested changing the rules; No more drinks, just dares - and thats when it was Pipley's turn to dare someone and he chose Erika.

"I dare you to make out with Paisely." He said excitedly, his eyes staying on Erika's cleavage.

"You fucking loser." Erika found herself muttering.

Paisely's face had flushed but to Erika's astonishment, she leaned towards her. "Well, its a dare, we have to."

"I don't mind." Chris nudged Erika.

"Of course you don't." She retorted. 

"Come on, guys, its just a kiss." Benny chuckled. "I had to kiss Pipley here and you don't see me complaining."

"Whats wrong with me?" Pipley asked.

With a sigh, Erika forced herself to lean towards Paisely, suddenly aware of everyone's eyes on her - and then she kissed her. She kissed her and was taken aback by the electricity that went through her body. Paisely's glossed lips were soft and comforting and...nice. 

She could feel her body pressed against hers then ands she slightly shivered from being so close to her. It was like some kind of release. A relief that she didn't know she needed.  She felt lost in the moment, not even wondering what everyone was thinking, just lost.

Kissing Paisely wasn't like Chris who couldn't keep his hands off of her, who was always moving way too fast. Kissing Paisely was sweet, not lustful, just sweet.

Someone cleared their throat and Paisely pulled away.

"Well, all I can say is....HOT!" Chris exclaimed, high-fiving a bewildered Pipley. "Best dare of the game, bro!"

Erika sat back on her palms with a new found horror filing her mind. She thought back to being with Chris. How she felt so uncomfortable and bored. How she didn't feel anything with him. She hated kissing Chris, or any other guy she'd been with for that matter. Yet there was something different with Paisely.

It didn't take long for her to realize exactly what was wrong with her and the fact was too much to bear. She was so shocked and horrified that she didn't even give a glance to her friends when Benny drunkenly threw the champagne bottle at Brett - hitting him square in the cheek - before storming out of the room.

Brett and Paisely ran after her, everyone trying to figure out why Benny freaked out. All the while, Erika touched her lips, the electricity from Paisely's kiss still lingering there.

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A/N: So I'm splitting this chapter into two parts!. These characters took a life of their own. Erika was supposed to be a goodie goodie rich girl who followed her daddy's orders but she somehow turned into a bitch lol. 

The next update will just have Damon's part as its only part 2 of this chapter! Also, please keep leaving comments they're really motivating and I appreciate them alot!