I can feel that this party is going to be bullshit but I honestly have no idea what to do. When I first walked in behind Mason and Evan everyone was glaring daggers at me because... well, just because they wanted to. Oh and not to mention that I was with Amelia and Mason and Evan. A.K.A the party animals and not to mention that this I didn't come to parties often. In fact, it was very rare for the human species to find me in a party. At least it's Friday so if I end up in jail for underage drinking, mom and dad can bail me out tomorrow. Not that I'm going to drink that is. So when I get handed a drink by some random stranger who turns away too fast for me to identify, I throw the plastic cup behind me and end up throwing the drink all over the person who initially handed me the drink. At least I escaped before he turned around.

Now what I'm doing? Well now, I'm trying to handle the idiot who got drunk exactly thirty-eight minutes into the party.

Guess who. Evan. Stupid motherfucking Evan. I hate him literally, hate him so so much. And yet here I am. Mason might not care about anyone, but he sure does care about his best friend. A lot. But he didn't get me to babysit this idiot, well by babysit I meant, just sit and watch him down another bottle of vodka when I'd clearly promised him that I wouldn't let him touch another drop of alcohol. I lied. Anyway, upon entering this mansion, Evan had made a beeline or the bar and grabbed a bottle of vodka and literally downed it one gulp. It's quite amusing actually. Hah.

Who got me to sit here and watch him? Amelia. That's right, my darling best friend told me to take care of this idiot of an ex. I don't know why I agreed.

Amelia should be somewhere around here, dancing with Mason. Bitch dragged him away to dance. None of Mason's fanbase glared at my best friend. Whereas, when Mason had placed his hand on my lower back and whispered, quite menacingly, okay, growled in my ear to not let Evan touch another drink, all the girls in the room had turned around and shot me daggers through their eyes. Why could he not stay here and take care of his dear best friend himself then? Well, because Amelia was hot, sexy and a good lay, I think, and she's a girl and Mason Butler obviously likes to annoy me. Well, he can kiss my ass, because I ain't his little maid to boss around.

Sighing, I got up from the bar stool and made my way to the toilet. Wherever that was. I rounded the house about a grand total of two times but I still couldn't find a god damn toilet. I just wanted to pee that was all. Is that so much to ask? I walked back to where I had initially left Evan, by the bar. But when I got there, he wasn't sitting there. No surprise here. I walked around aimlessly for a bit trying to find a toilet when I bumped into sweet old Evan.

"Evan. I'm glad to see you, could you-" I frantically asked only to be cut off by Evan placing his finger over my lips.

"Shh, listen I just wanted to-" He starts but I cut him off by slap his hand away.

"Evan I fucking need to pee, tell me where the god damn toilet is now please." I beg. I actually begged my ex-boyfriend. I wish I didn't have to but hey I really needed to use the toilet seat. He looked pissed off for some reason, probably because I had just interrupted whatever he was going to say to me and he had a bright red hand shaped mark on his left cheek. I guess he was slapped by some girl, well can't say that he didn't deserve it. He looked less drunk, almost sober so at least one good thing came out of it. That being I would not get into so much trouble with Mason later. That is, if he had found out.

"It is down that hallway turn right, third door." He snaps. I practically run to the toilet. Hey, try holding in your pee for at least an hour. You can't really blame me. I rush in and do my business, thank the heavens that no one was inside the toilet.

Washing my hands, I wonder what good comes from these parties. There are more cons than pros but then again, the one pro outweighs all the cons. The cons being the hangovers that are sure to follow the next morning, the regrets of that one night stand, sometimes people end up in jail. Or sometimes, when they want to go home, but they are drunk and are not able to drive. However, they do it anyway and end up in the hospital. I head out to the dance floor, which happens to be the living room, to hunt Amelia and tell her that I want to go home. I don't have a ride either but at least my house is within walking distance.

I look around and when I can't find her, I resort to asking around. Most times being ignored. The two people who actually answered me either shrugged or pulled away from their partner and gave me their middle finger. I start walking over to the bar area and I spot her. Finally. She's talking to another girl. Just as I'm a few feet away from her, someone grabs my wrist and turns me around. I have no time to protest before someone's lips come crashing down onto my own.

What?

My eyes widened in shock. What the hell was happening? I stood unmoving for a minute. But after that minute, I reacted and placed the hand that wasn't held by him on his chest and pushed him away. Well, I tried to anyway but he was too strong. He took my wrist and moved my hand to his neck and held it there. Making it seem like both of us were in control of the kiss. But I wasn't he was practically forcing himself onto me. I kept pushing at his chest though, trying to get him to budge. He bit my lip and I gasped, he went to slide his tongue into my mouth but I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hailey?"

Shit

I jerked away from the guy who kissed me and spin around to face my best friend. Her eyes were wide with shock and hurt. Hurt? Why would she be hurt. Who kissed me anyway?

I spin around, again, to face the person. I'm surprised to see who kissed me.

Mason. Mason Butler. The guy who my best friend has a crush on. That guy kissed me.

And I don't do anything. I just stared at him in shock.

He looked... proud of himself? He was the one who kissed me!

Amelia! I turn around and open my mouth to explain that what she saw was not what it looked like, cliche I know, but when I turn around, she is not there. I spot her black tube top and sparkly gold shorts and run after her, only to be yanked back by Mason.

Stupid quarterback strength, I turn around and try to loosen his grip from my arm. But well, it doesn't loosen. So I being me, slap him, get my arm free and run after my best friend.