I noticed a lot of people were making out now, and doing some other suggestive movements with people of the opposite sex. They were pressed against kitchen countertops and in the corners of rooms. I laughed, feeling the need to kiss someone myself. After all, was it even a highschool party if you didn't hook up with a random?

I found brunet-boy from earlier in the tub. He was smoking a joint in one of the downstairs rooms with a couple other guys and girls. "Come dance with me!" I cheered loudly, and he drunkenly agreed.

"Low" by Flo Rida began pulsing through the speakers. Everyone seemed to know the words to it, and I was eager to learn. Brunet boy, who I later learned was named Drake, danced with me the most. We did some interesting moves together, but I was way too out of it to notice how provocative they were.

Then I did something that sober-Sasha would never even think of in her life. I pulled his head toward mine and kissed him. It was short, and more of an in-the-moment thing, but nevertheless I enjoyed it.

Damn, drunk-Sasha was freakier than I thought.

He clearly enjoyed it too, because he pulled me closer and we continued dancing. We ended up in a position where he was behind me and I had my back to him, with his hands tracing my body. It was a good feeling, in all honesty. I was having the time of my life.

On one side of the room, I Rebecca cheered loudly from across the room, and I saw her getting picked up by a guy she was dancing with. He threw her over his shoulder and she screamed happily, holding up her cup and taking another big swig.

On the other side of the house I saw Summer yelling "Chug! Chug! Chug!" as a boy I recognized to be popular emptied a bottle of beer into his mouth.

But then I spotted Damian. A really pretty girl had her arms around his neck and was pressed up against him. He looked kind of uninterested, but I couldn't be sure. However I saw his eyes scanning the room, looking for someone.

"Sasha, its your turn!" Summer called out, snapping me from my thoughts. I laughed and ran over to her, dragging Drake behind me. The kid who'd been chugging passed me a bottle of something. I began to feel a little nervous, wondering if I would embarrass myself If I couldn't finish it.

"Chug!" Everyone chanted, and I felt the pressure even more. Here goes nothing.

I lifted the bottle to my lips and tasted the bitter liquid. Thank God I was drunk enough not to mind the taste. However the amount of liquid I needed to consume was a lot.

Midnight had forced me through hundreds of excruciating exercises, I could finish off one simple bottle of alcohol, right?

My gaze drifted to Damian as I drank. He was glaring at me, a look that reminded me of a disappointed parent. This made me want to finish the bottle even more. Screw him for judging me! I was allowed to enjoy myself for once.

And so, without breaking eye-contact with him, I successfully drank the rest of the liquid until the bottle was empty. Then I smashed it back down on the countertop and let out a loud cheer. "I thought this was meant to be a challenge!" I yelled, and the teens around me cheered back.

"Hell yeah!" Summer shouted. Drake picked me up from behind and place me on his shoulders, holding me up like a champion. This caused the cheers to grow even louder. I felt so appreciated in that moment. Why had I been so worried that everyone would hate me? They loved me!

I turned my head to look at Damian, who pulled the girl's arms off his neck and stormed off. He looked mad, but I didn't care. What was he so concerned about, anyway? I was perfectly under control.

But after that last drink I realized I was not. Everything was blurry, everything was swaying, when I tried to move, everything felt heavy, like I had zero control over my body. So as I moved to the beat of the music and felt the bass reverberate through my bones, I zoned out completely. Nothing else mattered but me, this song, and the control it had over my body. My mind had officially left the party.

Drake was saying stuff to me, Summer was calling my name, someone else was trying to talk to me. But I couldn't listen to any of it. My brain blocked everything out until all I heard was heavy rap lyrics flooding through my ears.

I don't know how I ended up half way up the stairs. I looked down and saw Drake picking me up bridal style and carrying me. I chuckled and slurred, "Where are we going?"

"Lets continue that kiss," he slurred back, nearly dropping me as he tripped up the steps. I exploded with laughter and reached my hands out to steady myself on the walls of either side of the stair case.

He regained his balance, laughing with me, and somehow managed to get us both up the stairs and into one of Summer's bedrooms. He threw me down onto the bed, both of us still erupting with fits of giggles. We were so drunk it was pathetic, but I had no sense of reality at this point and couldn't see that.

"Where's my cup," I mumbled, looking for my drink. I was thirsty again and needed more of my "happy" juice.

"Who cares," Drake chuckled back and pulled me closer to him, kissing me on the lips. I let him do it, enjoying it myself. But I was missing the vibrant buzz of excitement that took place with everyone else downstairs.

I glanced outside the bedroom door and saw a couple people passed out in the hallway. It must have been, what, 1am by now? 2? Maybe even earlier?

The music still blared through the walls and the screams of teens downstairs was audible. "Everyone's having fun without us downstairs," I told Drake, wanting to go back. I needed more drinks! And I wanted to dance with everyone else.

But he only said, "We'll go back in a minute."

Suddenly I felt his hands exploring my exposed body. I kind of regretted wearing the bikini and wished that I'd listened to Damian. Drake had access to a lot of skin this way, and was currently holding my waist and thighs. He continued kissing me, moving down to my neck and then my chest. It felt good, but I'd never done anything like this before, and now I was very scared.

"Stop moving," he said, sliding his hands underneath my bikini top.

"I think we should go back," I tried to say, but again my words were slurred and my head was pounding from the alcohol. I could barely see anymore. Maybe i'd overdone it a little...

"Not yet," he replied, holding me down with a little more force. This freaked me out even more. I considered using some of my training to hit him, or maybe just get him off me. But i was so dizzy that I could barely move, let alone deliver a combat move.

I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this. I'd taken it too far by kissing this boy, by trying to get out of my comfort zone and be like everyone else. But this wasn't what I wanted, not really. I just wanted to have fun, but my version of fun was not the same to everyone else's versions. Particularly Drake's.

Before I knew what was happening he'd unclipped my top somehow, even in his drunken state. I could barely see what was happening, but I felt his hands touching me. "Hey, stop it," I muttered, feeling myself panic. I tried to get away, but he was on top of me and holding me down.

I heard more cheering from downstairs and wished I was there instead of here. At least downstairs there were people around to help me if i needed it. I was alone up here with Drake, with maybe only a couple other people in the other rooms. But I knew those people were most likely having too much "fun" to notice.

Now I was hyperventilating. This shouldn't be happening to me. I thought I was smarter than this. I was trained for situations far worse then this, yet here i was, defenceless. I'd let the alcohol get to me and now I was a drunk mess that Drake was taking advantage of.

"We're having fun, remember?" Drake slurred as he gripped my bikini bottoms and tried to pull them off.

"No, no, stop, I don't want this," I mumbled back. Everything was swaying, I felt like I would pass out. I couldn't even get myself to yell or scream. It was too hard to move or do anything. It was like I had no energy left in me.

But suddenly I heard the door slamming open, and then the most frightening voice i'd ever heard said, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Drake removed his hands from me but didn't get up. "Back off, bro," he said to the person with a drunken laugh.

I didn't know who was there, but I didn't care. The world was spinning, and I was more focused on trying not to throw up. What have I done to myself?

"Get off her. Now," the voice growled. It was scarier then before, and incredibly demanding. It reminded me of the Batman when he was ordering villains to let their hostages go.

I was sure that Drake would've jumped up instantly if he was sober, but because he wasn't, the boy replied mockingly, "Yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

Drake was shoved off me instantly, and I heard what sounded like a hard punch making contact with his face. However I didn't pay much attention to this and instead tried to calm my breathing. It's okay. You're alright.

I rolled over onto my stomach, my hair falling into my face. I gasped raggedly, my panic-attack clearly not mixing well with the overconsumption of alcohol. Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke.

"Sasha, calm down," the voice was now telling me. It sounded very familiar, but again I was to confused to properly process where i'd heard this person before.

I realized then that I was slightly crying, whether that be from the scary situation itself or how gross i felt from all my drinking. It was most likely due to my panic attack, too, which was still making it extremely hard to breathe. Is this what dying feels like?

The person neared me, and I tried to lift myself to see them. "It's just me," they said, and that's when I saw Damian's blurry face staring at me. My heart stopped pounding as quickly at the sight of him. My breathing came out steadier, and I felt slightly calmer. It was all okay, Damian was here now.

"I tried... I tried to get him off..." I choked out, unable to speak correctly because of how intoxicated I was. But Damian seemed to understand what I was saying.

"It's not your fault," I heard him reply, anger still evident in his tone.

But was that true? I sure felt like it was my fault. If I hadn't gotten myself drunk I would've easily been able to stop Drake. I would've sent one punch to his face and bam, he would've been knocked out cold.

But I had let myself go, and it had ended in my own suffering. I'd had to rely on Damian to save me. Save me. I was an assassin, for crying out loud. It was frankly embarrassing that i'd needed someone to help me at all. That was the first thing we were taught back at Midnight: Never rely on others to save you, because they won't.

"We're leaving," Damian told me sternly. I did not argue. By now my vision was slightly clearing and I could see him properly. He was standing by the bed, watching me as I tried to stand.

But my legs gave out from beneath me. He caught me, somehow, and even though I was drunk I tried to cover my exposed chest. I didn't have my bikini top anymore. God knows where Drake put it.

Damian took his jacket off and helped me put it on. The whole situation was undeniably embarrassing, but I was too dizzy to care. I needed to leave, now. The music was hurting my head, and I knew I was going to pass out any minute.

"Hey, what happened?" Summer's drunk voice spoke from somewhere outside as we left the room. She was speaking to Damian, I guessed, as I was hardy able to talk. I was leaning on his shoulder looking like I was about to collapse.

"She's leaving," Damian answered sharply. He did not bother with a lengthy explanation; this I was grateful for.

Damian led me out of the house, me stumbling behind him and still trying my best not to faint or throw up. People were everywhere, spilling drinks, dancing wildly, making out, falling off tables. It was truly chaotic, and it made me feel even more disorientated. When we finally got to the front of the house, I realised that Damian had called Jason instead of Dick. Probably a wise choice, as Jason was unlikely to yell at us.

A red off-road looking sports car pulled up almost immediately, and the window rolled down to reveal Jason's smirking face.

"You drank the punch, didn't you?" He said.

Damian just glared at him and yanked open the back doors. "Shut up."

yayyy finally got to write the party scene!!

sorry if this was a little confronting for anyone but since you're reading this on Wattpad then you're probably VERY used to the cliche high-school party rape scene that happens in every fucking book lmaooo

anyways new chapters coming soon x