"Oh no, you didn't!"

Jacqueline gasped as she took in the sleek red corvette, parking in the Lexington circular driveway. Although the night sky gleamed above the large Victorian mansion, the the corvette could still be seen, sparkling in the dark.

Damon Felix tapped his fingers on the wheel, a smirk on his handsome features. "What? The car too cheap for you?"

That smirk brought butterflies to Jac's stomach that she had to quickly put in check. She would never let Damon know he had that effect on her. She was the calm, cool, and collected Jacqueline Lexington; jet black hair always in perfect waves down her back and snarky remarks in her purse. She returned his smirk with a frown. "How much did it cost?"

Damon grinned. "2015 Corvette Z06 at the price of 78, 995 dollars! Could this be the right price for Jac, folks?" He mimicked the voice of an auction host.

Jac narrowed her eyes as she hated when he made fun of her but got in the passenger seat, relishing in the soft comforters and the familiar smell of new car. Sure, she had plenty of cars - three to be exact - but the corvette wasn't even available yet. "So your Dad finally said yes, I'm assuming?" She asked.

Damon had been begging his stern father, Matthew, to let him have the corvette since he purchased it. It was the ultimate bachelor car; crazy fast horse power, gold embellished rims, bullet proof tires and an amazing red paint job - all custom made.

Damon chuckled, meeting her eyes before pulling through the driveway again.

'Uh-oh'

"Damon?" Jac knew whenever he didn't look her in the eye, he'd done something wrong.

"Yes," He grinned. "My old man finally said yes. Why are you looking at me like that?"

'Because you're too perfect'. "Because you're ugly." Jac said matter of factly, trying to hide her smile. Damon was actually the opposite. With dark brown hair, sea blue eyes, and a one dimpled smile; every girl at Alabaster Preparatory School lusted over him.

It was the perfect night for Damon to debut his new car. The biggest bash of the year was already in full swing; Paislely Mont Vernon's Back To School Rager. The modern city view mansion was already crowded with people when they arrived. The usually quiet streets were now packed with Lamborghinis and Range Rovers.

However, not one person in the surrounding houses dared call the cops.

Damon held her hand, causing Jac's heart to flutter as he lead her through the drunken crowd. As they weaved their way through, they greeted as many as they could - most of them were wannabes that Jac had no taste for whatsoever but she knew how to put on a good front.

Jac could hear the blaring music - Anaconda - rocking the brightly lit house.

The living room  instantly brought the smell of liquor and expensive leather. As usual, the Mont Vernon's estate was adorned with real leather couches and dark wooden coffee tables. Paintings from all over the world lined the deep copper walls and the large center fireplace, usually elegant, was trashed with champagne bottles.

It wasn't hard to spot Alabaster's local Paris Hilton, jumping on the couch, trying to pop open a magnum sized champagne bottle that was bigger than the blonde's entire body.

"Damon! Jac!" Paisely shouted, spotting them and jumping off of the couch, still dragging her bottle with her. She hugged Jac, reeking of beer. "You made it!"

"Why wouldn't we?" Jac returned her gush. "Did you see Damon's car?'

"Nope, too many cars in the driveway," She handed the large bottle to Jac. "Could you open this?"

Jac, although she knew she couldn't open it, tried anyway. She twisted and twisted at the cap but quickly stopped, not wanting to get any blisters.

Damon laughed now and picked up the whole bottle in one hand. "Let me show you how its done, ladies." With a quick and easy twist, the cap flew off, champagne sizzling out like a shower, soaking everyone in range. There were excited gasps as everyone jumped around as if it were raining.

Jac, however, was mortified. She was wearing her favorite red Stella McCartney dress and it was completely ruined in wet blotches around  one of the most embarrassing areas; her boobs. 'Thank god this dress requires a bra'.

"Damon!" She screeched as Paisley burst into laughter.

Damon shrugged, his arms around her neck now. "What? I don't see the problem."

Jac frowned at her exposed Victoria's Secret bra. "Of course you don't." Yet the last thing she wanted was to look like a slut.

"Do you guys need a room or something?" Paisely giggled just as Damon's fellow Lacrosse players; Chris Edwards and Seth Montador came by her side, another magnum sized bottle in their hands.

"Don't open that!" Jac exclaimed as Seth twisted the bottle but it was too late, another shower got the whole group full blast and a few people coming in, including Erika Felix - Damon's auburn, hazel-eyed sister - who mirrored the same look Jac had.

"What the hell?" She cried.

Chris; the laid back, red spiky haired arrogance, rolled his eyes. "Chill, its a party!"

"You're all acting like peasants," Erika snapped, moving to grab Paisely. "Have some common sense, will you?"

"Have some common sense, oh shut the fuck up." Chris mimicked her haughty tone.

"Guys, guys, lets just enjoy the party." Damon said, not even looking at his friends.

Jac hid her blush as best as she could, realizing he was still looking at her. She quickly turned to Paisely who was, as usual, staring at them. Jac liked to call it the I-want-your-man stare and she absolutely hated it.

So she kissed Damon, letting herself lean into him.  She didn't hold back either. In fact, she gave her friends the big picture on what happens underneath Alabaster Prep's school stairway.

"Oh god!"

"Guys really?"

"Should we leave?"

Damon knew exactly how to go along with it. His hands had dropped from her neck, to trail down her dress, grasping the dress fabric - and Jac quickly broke away when he tried to pull up her dress. "Damon!"

He laughed now. "What? You started it."

"We need another drink," Chris said. "Seth is taking it all."

Seth gasped, dropping the over sized bottle now. "No I'm not." However, his lips were dripping with sparkling liquor.

Erika rolled her eyes in disgust. 

"You up for it Miss Lexington?" Damon asked.

Jac shook her head. After the last raging party in freshman year, she'd had to promise her mother she'd never drink again. It was a disaster Jac didn't like to think about. "No, you guys go ahead. I'll stay with Erika and Paige."

As they watched the guys head in the direction of the refreshments, Paisely shook her head. "You should watch him, y'know."

"Why?"

"A lot of people want him."

Jac bit her tongue as she had the urge to say, 'like you'. However, she'd learned to trust Damon although that had taken awhile. She'd known him since preschool and he was just as cute then too except he hated girls back then. It had taken Jac eight years to realize she liked Damon and just a month after for him to ask her out.

"You really trust my brother?" Erika scoffed, flipping her long auburn curls. 

"Is that a bad thing?" Jac asked, trying not to let her doubt show. Erika was a confident, soul sucking bitch who preyed on the doubt and sadness of others. However, she'd never say that to the girl's face.

Erika didn't answer, sauntering off to greet a few seniors who just came in.

All that was left was Paisely, a strange expression on her face despite how drunk she was.

"What do you think?" Jac asked now.

"I think you can do better." With that, she left too, leaving Jac alone in a damp ruined dress.

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 Erika Felix was absolutely disgusted with this party, a feeling she had every year.

They were the elite. They were the children of politicians, of movie stars, of billionaires yet they were partying like well dressed animals. She was constantly stepping over drunk girls in their underwear and stoned guys slumped against the walls. She was constantly pushing her way through crowds of dancers and couples that were way too freaky to be in public.

"Oh my gosh, Erika, you look beautiful!" Lindsey Wells, head cheerleader of the junior varsity team - one of the most prestigious squads in California - was standing in the corner of Paisely's balcony view along with her posse'; Mia Matthews and Addie Anderson, both cheerleaders.

Lindsey was a bleached blonde who was constantly trying to be the next Iggy Azalea. She even went as far to be her for Halloween. She was a desperate wannabe and Erika, although smiling in her face, was making fun of her ensemble in her head; Rapunzel - long hair that was obviously extensions and a neon pink mini dress that could be a knockoff if it wasn't for the Gucci logo across the halter neckline.

"Thank you," Erika smiled sweetly. "But please just take a picture I don't like when people stare."

Addie Anderson, Lindsey's pink-haired accomplice quickly snapped a picture and it took all of Erika's strength not to laugh. 'What a loser'.

"Isn't Paisely's party just fabulous!" Lindsey exclaimed. "I heard someone is going to be performing tonight? Do you know who it is?"

Erika shrugged, studying her Nail'd It worthy manicure. "I don't know. I think Paisely said something about Chris Brown."

The girls gasped.

Erika rolled her eyes. She could care less about the dumb party especially when it was being thrown by Paisely......again. She had expressed countless times how she should be the one to throw the rager. She was the leader, she practically ruled the school yet they had dumb, ditsy Paisely Mont Vernon as their party girl.

Just then she felt a light tap on her shoulder and she quickly turned around, ready to snap at whoever decided to lay a hand on her.

However, it was just a drunk Paisely, leaning on a disheveled Jac who obviously had a few drinks or two as well. "Erika, I've been looking for you." She slurred and then burst into hysteric giggles.

"She flashed her boobs." Jac groaned.

The cheerleaders giggled and Erika quickly led the girls away from them. There was no way in hell she was about to let those disgusting rejects hear. They were the outsiders. 

"I think its time to end this party." Jac sighed, still trying to support her drunk friend.

"No, no, no, we're havin' fun over here!" Paisely cried like a baby having a tantrum. "Jac, tell her about that cute guy."

Jac only sighed again and Paisely frowned, nudging her. "Jac, tell her, go on."

"She made out with five seniors tonight and one guy who doesn't even belong here. I think he was a peasant." Jac said, shaking her head.

"Probably trying to rob us," Erika snapped. "Gosh, Paisely why do you have to be such a slut?" She was acting like a giddy peasant and that was unacceptable. The last thing Erika wanted was to be associated with that.

"S is for girls who do stuff together!" Paisely sang to the top of her lungs, causing a few eyes to turn their way. "L is for sluts like me!"

Jac put her manicured hand over Paisely mouth, turning her song into a muffled whisper. "Promise not to sing?"

Paisely nodded eagerly and Jac quickly moved away from the girl, shaking her hand now. "Ew, you drooled on me!"

Both girls jumped back. Erika was determined not to get any more stains on her Miu Miu dress. 

"Oh my gosh Chris is so fucking hot!" Paisely exclaimed like a 12-year old at a One Direction concert, pointing at the  red head across the room as he hopped on to one of the crisp white patio tables in the center of the balcony, taking off his shirt. He waved the shirt over his head before thrusting it over the balcony.

"We have to have babies!" She squealed.

Erika smiled sweetly, relieved there was some kind of distraction from this wretched party - and that there was a way to shut Paisely's drunk mouth. "You think he's cute huh?"

Paisely blushed. "Yeah, but he's kind of mean don't you think?"

Jac laughed. "Yeah, he's always telling Erika to shut up."

"Oh, please," Erika dismissed them with a wave. "I can have control of anyone if I wanted to."

Jac stopped laughing and Erika knew she had probably noticed that familiar glint in her hazel eyes. Jac knew her all too well. "Oh, Erika, please don't -"

Before she could hear the girl's protest, Erika made her way to the patio table. Chris was still standing on top of it, downing another magnum sized bottle all on his own. She ran her fingers through her hair, making sure it had that perfect, messy curl before getting on top of the table.

"Chris." She said, nearly in his ear.

He turned with a scowl, setting down the bottle. "What do you want -"

She didn't even let him finish. Instead she fell into him, her lips on his before he could speak again. Without even a protest, he was kissing her back. Erika knew she was a pretty good kisser but it was no surprise that Chris was way too sloppy for her liking.

It wasn't a kiss she could get into. In fact, the world didn't move. The stars didn't change. She could still hear the rapid beat of the music, could still hear the chatter of every person around her - including Paisely's gasp.

However, it wasn't like she'd ever had a kiss like that anyway.

Erika ended it, breaking away from him with a smirk. "Still want me to shut up?"

Chris, who looked like he was stuck in a daze, shook his head. Then he reached for her again and Erika jumped off the table, Chris still staring after her as she retreated back to her friends.

"Why did you do that?" Paisely asked, looking as if she were about to cry.

Erika shrugged. "Because I was bored." Which was the total, honest truth and plus, she liked playing around with Paisely. It was funny to see all her idiotic reactions to every little thing she did. Now she wondered if she might get to see her cry.

However, when Paisely's hand raised up, she wasn't expecting a hard slap across the face. She also didn't expect Paisely's slap to hurt so much either.

"You bitch!" She shouted as the whole crowd fell silent.

'So thats what it takes to stop acting like the Ratchet Club?'

Erika's hands had instinctively flew up to her burning left cheek and she now racked through her brain for a good comeback. It only took two seconds. "Jeez, PMS much?"

"Get out of here!" Paisely continued to shout. "Get out of my party! Get out of my house!"

Okay, she'd gotten way more than she bargained for. Erika had wanted to leave the party but she didn't want to get kicked out of it. However, she composed herself, slinging her Prada bag on her shoulder. "You mean out of this crack house? Gladly."

With not even a glance back, she took her time, walking through the house like the goddess she was. She would leave but she wouldn't leave without doing damage. As she made her ways through the hall, Erika used her MAC red lipstick, first applying a fresh coat on her lips, and then smearing the rest on the gold Victorian walls of each room.

At the front of the house, she wrote in the most largest cursive she could; 'THE RATCHET, SLUTTY ESTATE OF PAISELY MONT VERNON' and then she kissed the front door, leaving the mark of her lush, red lips. Erika was aware that this was damage of property but no one would have proof it was her as everyone was far too drunk to remember anything.

Satisfied with her quick payback, she pulled out her phone again and dialed her butler's number and just as she pressed the phone to her ear, she gasped. "Well,well, fucking well." Parked at the very center of the driveway, was her father's 2015 Corvette. The car that Damon had been blabbering about for weeks.

She knew damn well their father would never let anyone touch his precious car collection.

Erika couldn't help the sinister smile that came across her face. She hung up on her Butler and quickly dialed another number. 'This party is about to turn into a riot.'

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"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

Damon could hear the roaring chant as he swayed back, trying to down the whole magnum sized bottle of sparkling booze. He was already halfway through it and was starting to feel a tad bit light headed. However, he continued to drink until he felt his whole body was inflated and the bottle was completely empty.

There was another roar of cheers as he nearly collapsed on to the velvet carpet. Chris and Seth shook him by the shoulders. "Way to go man!" Chris shouted in his ear.

However, before Damon could even get out a response, he was suddenly on the floor again, feeling as if he were throwing up his guts. Everyone quickly backed away in hysterics but all Damon could see was pink platform heels and the most loudest scream he'd ever heard directly after.

"My shoes!" 

Wiping his face with the back of his hand, he looked up to see Emma Carmicheal; the blonde reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe standing above him. She was seething with anger now. "This is Prada!"

"Uh, yeah, I think I know that." He snickered, getting to his feet now.

"These cost more than your bank account!" She spat again, obviously trying to get an apology.

Seth grinned next to him, holding up yet another drink. "We could provide you with some drinks to make up for it."

The girl scoffed, turning away.

"Its not a big deal, just wipe it off, damn." Chris shouted now over the blaring music that echoed throughout the house and when Emma only shot a glare towards him, he flipped the bird and wandered off.

Damon shook his head. It was his fault so he might as well take up for it. However, he never really took blame for anything and when he did, that was the liquor talking. "Well, the least I could do is clean them off for you."

"Damn right you-" Emma stopped, her anger turning pensive. "Damon? You're Damon Felix right?"

For a moment, Damon stood there confused, not even sure what she said but then he quickly nodded. "Yep, thats right, the Damon Felix."

"Like as in the captain of the Varsity Lacrosse team right?"

"Mhm."

With another thoughtful look, Emma smiled. "We should probably go to a bathroom to get this off because you'll need tissue you know and cleaning is pretty fun right?"

"How is cleaning fun?" Seth piped in and Damon quickly pushed him away.

Damon had never cleaned anything in his entire life, not even his own bedroom. However, he was thinking of all the ways to spice up the chore. "Cleaning......yeah, fun."

So he hooked up with Emma Carmicheal and immediately after the familiar feeling of guilt weighed down on him like gold in water. However, as usual, he didn't let his thoughts dwell on that long enough. The party was still ongoing when he left the bathroom only to find a long line waiting on him.

He tried not to think about how the events at this party would spread like wildfire.

On the way back downstairs, Damon grabbed another bottle of booze and finished it as he descended down the stairs right into Jac.

Her hair was a tidy mess and she had a droopy smile, the one she always had when she was wasted. Paisely's arm was slung around her, trying to drink and talk at the same time. "I think its time to take a spin." Jac said in a slur.

"In what?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Your car, dumbass."

"Car? I wanna see! I wanna see your-your car!" Paisely gasped.

Damon grimaced at Paisely's beer smelling breath. He wasn't keen on the idea of having her in the car with a drink especially on the nice, stainless comforters. He wasn't going to take risks, not when he had to return the car before their father woke up in the morning.

So the Corvette wasn't his - yet. However, he needed a joyride for the party and he was tired of begging like a baby to his dad. He would never admit that to Jac or anyone for that matter.

"Paisely, you can't come."

She gasped again and tears formed at the brim of her eyes. Damon was surprised that she was actually about to cry. "Why not?"

"Because we're going home." Jac answered for him, coming to stand by him.

"I need a ride home too." She pouted.

"You are home."  Damon said. Not wanting to waste any more time, he simply took Jac and left Paisely on the brink of tears at the door.

Damon was relieved when they got to the car. There had been so many cars that he had been afraid someone would hit it while parking. Yet there wasn't even a scratch, the car could still pass for brand new.

"You know your sister is a bitch right?" Jac asked, fumbling with the seat belt now.

Damon couldn't drive, his head was spinning and he was feeling a strong buzz. He'd driven before when he was drunk but he'd never been this wasted. "What did she do this time?"

"She kissed Chris." Jac frowned.

"Chris doesn't even like her." But then again Chris would kiss anything that was female.

"Yeah, he still likes Emma Carmicheal." She said matter-of-factly.

Damon froze in place. Only one thought came to mind; If his hookup with Emma got out, he was going to be screwed with two people. Suddenly, as Jac leaned over to kiss him, stumbling on to his lap, he felt disgusted. Not with Jac but with himself.

He hadn't felt like that the first time he'd done it. However, the stakes weren't so high back then. Chris had been on and off with Emma Carmicheal for a good month and although he was constantly flipping her off, Damon had always suspected they still had something. Of course, he just had to forget that detail tonight.

Jac was oblivious to the thoughts in Damon's head as her kisses went from his lips to his neck, her fingers in his hair.

He just couldn't get into it, not when guilt was on him like the receipts he constantly hides from his father. He couldn't even imagine what Jac would do if she knew he'd went behind her back two times now. She had earthquake-like tantrums when a store didn't have a color, what would she do when it came to a cheater?

The guilt was killing him now and he had to pry Jac off of him. 

She leaned back, still straddling him."You don't have to stop. I think...I think I want to."

"Uh, you're drunk." He managed.

She shrugged. "But I feel sober."

"We're still in front of Paisely's house."

Jac looked towards the window and frowned. "Then lets get out of here."

'Why can't she be just as stubborn when she's sober?' Damon sighed, ready to tell her. Ready to tell her everything like a convict admitting to murder - and thats when there was a tap at the car window.

They both jumped and Jac quickly stumbled back on to the passenger side, leaning towards the backseat to hide the beer. The man tapping on their window was a cop. A peasant cop with handcuffs and a gun tucked in his pants.

Damon's heart was beating so fast he was pretty sure he was going to throw up again. Trembling slightly, he let down the window and put on his smirk. "Trouble, officer?"

"The trouble is you," the cop was a bearded man who looked like he got spit stuck in his beard on a daily basis. He also looked like an undercover hillbilly. 'Peasants are disgusting', Damon thought, scowling now. "This car is reported stolen. We need you to get out of the car."

There was a gasp from Jac and he didn't dare look at her. Instead he looked towards Paisely's house only to see cops swarming the driveway, wasted kids stumbling out of the house and practically flying to their cars.

 Now he would be blamed for the party getting busted too.

He reluctantly got out of the car and the hillbilly quickly slammed him against the hood which was uncalled for to Damon. As the handcuffs were clipped on, Damon hastily thought of a plan. "I've got money. I can pay you. This is my Dad's car."

"Yeah, save it for the judge," was all he got.

"But-but I'm rich." He was practically shouting now as he was shoved into the backseat of the police car. "I'm rich, dammit, I've got money!"

The cop laughed now. "Being rich doesn't get you out of jail."