Hollyn had ended up stumbling away from the party, her vision blurry and her movements uncoordinated. She didn't know where she was going, she just knew she needed to get away from the crowd. Her brain was all fuzzy and her vision was blurry and unfocused. She felt carefree and giggly and didn't realize how out of it she was. She came across a big rock formation where people often took dates to at this bonfire. It was private and quiet, the perfect place for making out and other things. The perfect place to take someone to spend some time alone. The perfect place for Hollyn to find a spot to sit.

She found a good spot and stumbles towards it, falling against the rock. She winces, the fall jarring her. "Ow. I'm fine. I'm okay. Nothing's wrong."

"Wow, you're wasted. " A voice chuckled, making Hollyn look up.

Her eyebrows knit together at seeing the familiar face, trying to figure out where she knows the person from. Her brain was all cloudy and fuzzy, the alcohol making her brain slow. The boy was someone who went to school with her, she knew that. And he was really attractive too. He was the typical bad boy; dark hair, tattoos, piercings, leather jacket, the works.

"Do I know you?" She asks, her voice slurring and her gaze still blurry. She stumbled a little, leaning against the rock to help. He got up, his expression amused. Her eyes widen at seeing how tall he is. "Did anyone tell you that you're like a giant? 'Cause you are. A really hot giant. Not that I'm interested. I already have two guys I'm interested in. And I don't need a third one. Especially a guy like you. But d***, you're hot. And-"

"Thank you, but come on, let's get you sitting down." He wraps his arm around her waist and led her to a spot against the rock, helping her sit. "Here, this is a good spot. Not many people come over here."

"Good." Hollyn slurs. She leans her head back, smiling a little. She stares at his blue eyes, noticing how they looked like an ocean. "You got pretty eyes. They remind me of the ocean."

He chuckles, sitting down next to her. "Thanks, I think. What are you even drinking to get you this wasted?" He takes the bottle from her, earning a pout from her. His eyes widen with surprise and an impressed expression. "This is really strong stuff. I'm surprised you can even stand. How much of this did you drink?"

"Like half of the bottle." Hollyn shrugs. "But it's tasty and I wanted to forget my problems. I had some other stuff too though my friends made me drink water to sober up. Water's lame and boring and tasteless." She mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

He chuckles and shakes his head, amused. "Sounds like you had a rough night. Here, this will be better than that. Trust me." He pulled a flask from his pocket, taking a sip.

Hollyn stares at him curiously. "What is it? I don't even know what this is." She admitted, looking at the half empty bottle in her hand.

"Vodka. And you're drinking rum. I'm surprised you're able to even form coherent sentences. You've had a lot. It's a wonder how you can even move." He chuckled, uncapping the flask.

"I'm not a lightweight." She argues, her eyebrows knitting together. "I'm not. I swear."

"Uh huh. Whatever you say." He smirks, taking a sip of the alcohol. "Here, try this. You'll like it better than what you're drinking." He offered the flask to her, bringing it up to her lips.

Hollyn was hesitant, unsure if it was a good idea. But the alcohol had made her impulsive and reckless and she shrugged, deciding to go for it. He tipped the flask up, Hollyn taking a sip. He was right, it was better. A lot better.

"See? Better than what you had." He smirked, leaning in close.

She felt herself shiver at his low tone, staring into his blue eyes. The alcohol was really hitting her hard, her body feeling heavy. But she then realized she didn't know his name. "I just realized that I don't even know your name."

"Ryke. Ryke Maddox." He introduces himself. "You're Hollyn, right?" He smirked, steadying her when she leaned over to sat the bottle down and almost fell over.

"Cool name." She giggles. She pauses, looking at him with surprise. "You know who I am?" She couldn't help the shock in her voice.

He nods, his expression amused. "Of course. We've gone to school together since middle school. You were always the quiet one who sat in the back. Always sketching."

"Oh." Her face flushes in embarrassment. She had no idea that he had noticed her. "So, you've been stalking me?" She mumbled.

"Not exactly stalking," Ryke said with a smirk. "More like observing. You stand out in your own way, even if you try to blend in." He took another sip from his flask and handed it back to her.

Hollyn stares at him, her mind racing despite the alcohol-induced haze. The idea of Ryke noticing her all this time made her feel a mix of flattery and confusion. She took another sip from the flask, feeling the burn of the vodka slide down her throat, warming her insides. "Observing, huh?" She said, her voice still slurred but carrying a note of curiosity. "And what have you observed, Mr. Ryke Maddox?"

Ryke leans back against the rock, a sly smile playing on his lips. "That you're different from the other girls. You're quiet but not because you're shy. It's like you're always lost in your own world, creating something beautiful. It's intriguing."

Hollyn's cheeks flushes deeper. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like Ryke. "I guess I just like to keep to myself. It's safer that way."

Ryke nods, his eyes never leaving hers. "I get that. But sometimes, it's good to step out of your comfort zone. You never know what you might find."

t find."

Hollyn swallows, feeling her heart rate speed up. She wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or from Ryke's words, but she felt herself leaning in closer, drawn to him. She couldn't help but feel attracted to him, his charisma pulling her in. He had an aura about him that was impossible to ignore. "And what did you find, Ryke?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. She was surprised by how seductive she sounded. This wasn't like her, but something about Ryke was making her act unlike herself. The alcohol was certainly helping as well. If she was more sober, she would've realized this was a bad idea and walked away. But in her drunken state, all rational thoughts had fled her mind.

Ryke smirks and closes the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was intense, sending a shiver down her spine. She could taste the vodka on his lips, mixed with the smell of cigarettes. His hand was gripping her thigh, his touch leaving a burning sensation on her skin. She was lost in the moment, the world around her fading away. All she could focus on was Ryke and the way he was making her feel. She knew this was wrong, but she didn't care. For once in her life, she wanted to be reckless and live in the moment.

When they pulled away, she was breathless, her heart racing. Ryke was smirking, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think I found something interesting." He said, his voice husky. She couldn't help but blush.

Hollyn bites her lip, her mind racing. This was wrong, she knew that. But the alcohol was making her impulsive and reckless and she couldn't resist the temptation. Without a word, she reached for the flask and took a long swig, letting the vodka burn down her throat. She was already drunk, but she needed more if she was going to do this. She was going to be so stupid. But she didn't care. She just wanted to be reckless and have some fun. Forget about her problems, if only for a little while.

She set the flask down, her gaze never leaving Ryke's. He smirks at her. "I've been meaning to talk to you before but you're always hanging around Julien and Cole or surrounded by your group. And you're not the type to just hook up with a random person."

"You want to hook up with me?" She gasped, her eyes wide. She knew that she should feel nervous and scared. This was a stranger and he was a bad boy and was known for getting into fights and trouble. Plus he's right. She wasn't the type of girl to just hook up with a guy. She was more reserved and shy and only a handful of people knew the real side of her. But she didn't feel any of that. She just felt relaxed and at ease, like she didn't have a care in the world. She knew that she should feel scared and nervous, that she should get up and run away. But she couldn't. The alcohol was making her impulsive and reckless. And a small part of her was curious and wanted to see where this could lead.

She didn't even realize his hand moving from her waist to her hip. She felt his fingers tracing over her hip bone, a shiver running down her spine. Her brain was all hazy and foggy, her body feeling heavy. She should leave. She should get up and walk away. But his hands felt so warm and nice and the way he touched her made her want to stay. She knew that she should stop him but her mind was so fuzzy and foggy. She didn't have any self control right now and it didn't help that he was so attractive. She should get up and leave. She should walk away. But she couldn't.

She was so screwed.

He moves closer, his lips hovering over hers. "I've wanted to talk to you for a while. I've had a crush on you for a long time and always thought you were beautiful. And now's my chance. I'm not going to let it go to waste." He leans closer, his lips almost touching hers. "And you're drunk so you won't remember anything tomorrow. No consequences. It's the perfect opportunity."

That got her attention. Made the alarms go off in her head and cleared some of the fogginess away. The red flags waving in the distance. Her eyes widened and she pulled back. "Wait, what?"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want to have a little fun." His hand moved to her inner thigh, his touch burning through her clothes. She should stop him. She should get up and leave. But the alcohol was making her impulsive and reckless and the way he touched her made her want to stay. "It'll be fun. You'll see."

She didn't even realize his other hand had moved up her back and was now holding the back of her neck, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape. She was too distracted by his touch, his hands sending tingles through her body. She was lost in the moment, the world around her fading away. All she could focus on was Ryke and the way he was making her feel. He was right, she was drunk. Maybe too drunk. But she was already lost in the moment, unable to resist the temptation. She knew that she should get up and walk away, that she should leave and get as far away from him as possible. But she couldn't.

His lips were warm and soft, fitting against hers perfectly. She could taste the alcohol on his lips, his tongue brushing against her lips. She knew she should push him away. But her body was so heavy and her mind was getting foggy again. She couldn't think clearly, the alcohol making her mind fuzzy and her body feeling sluggish. His lips were demanding and hungry, his hands roaming over her body. She knew she should push him away and leave. But his touch was igniting a fire within her, her body responding to him.

Hollyn didn't even realize that he had pulled her on his lap until she was straddling him, her legs on either side of his thighs. He had one hand on her lower back, pulling her closer to him, the other on the back of her neck, holding her in place. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The rational part of her was screaming to get away, but the alcohol had dulled her instincts, making her feel oddly calm in his presence. She wasn't thinking straight, and it was difficult to muster the energy to care.

"Ryke, we really shouldn't be doing this." She murmured against his lips, but her words lacked conviction.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. "Hollyn, relax. Just enjoy the moment." His voice was smooth, almost hypnotic.

Her heart raced, and she felt a strange blend of fear and excitement. She wanted to trust him, but his earlier words echoed in her mind, making her uneasy. Still, his hands were gentle, and his touch sent shivers down her spine. It was hard to think clearly with him so close, his presence overwhelming her senses.

"Just a little fun, right?" She whispered, half to herself.

Ryke's grin widens. "Exactly. Just a little fun." He leaned in again, capturing her lips with his own.

Hollyn felt herself melting into the kiss, her resistance crumbling. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt toward him, and in her drunken state, it was easy to get lost in the moment. His hands roamed over her body, sending waves of heat coursing through her. She responded to his touch, her body pressing closer to his.

But as his hands began to explore more intimately, a sharp clarity cut through her haze. She broke the kiss abruptly, pushing against his chest. "No, Ryke. This isn't right. I can't do this."

He looks surprised, his expression shifting to one of frustration. "Come on, Hollyn. Don't be like that. It's just a bit of fun."

She shakes her head, her resolve hardening. "No, I mean it. I need to go." She tried to get off his lap, but her movements were clumsy, and she almost fell.

He stands, reaching over to keep her steady. "Fine. Okay, I'll bring you back to your friends." He had his arm wrapped around her waist, helping her stand. She was too drunk to push him away and even leaned into him as she stumbled. But when they were walking, she managed to realize he was leading her away from the bonfire.

"Um, where are we going? This isn't the way to the bonfire." She slurred, trying to stop but her body felt like lead and the alcohol was making her feel sleepy and lethargic.

"There's a shortcut this way." Ryke said, his tone nonchalant. "Trust me, Hollyn. I won't let anything happen to you."

Hollyn's eyes narrowed in suspicion, her mind whirling. A part of her was screaming that she should run, that she should get away from him as fast as she could. But her instincts were dulled by the alcohol, and the rational part of her mind was quickly losing the battle.

"Okay." She whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew it was a mistake, that she was playing with fire, but she was too drunk to care.

They continued walking, Ryke's arm still wrapped around her waist. The sound of the party grew more distant, the light from the fire fading into the darkness. Suddenly, a familiar voice caught Hollyn's attention. "Hollyn? Hollyn!"

Julien. He came to look for her. Relief washed over her, and she tried to pull away from Ryke. "Julien! I'm over here!"

But Ryke tightened his grip, pulling her closer to him. "No, come on, Hollyn. You're not leaving yet." His voice was low, almost threatening.

Panic surges through her, and she began to struggle against him. "No, Ryke! Stop! Let me go!"

"Hollyn! Where are you?!"

Julien's voice was closer, he was getting closer. Hollyn tried to scream, but Ryke's hand clamped down on her mouth. "Quiet, Hollyn." He growled, his grip on her tightening.

Hollyn felt a burst of adrenaline, and she managed to break free from his grasp. She turned to run, but he grabbed her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin as he began dragging her along. "Come on, Hollyn. Be a good girl. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

The panic was rising, her heart pounding in her chest. "No! Get off me! Julien!" She screamed, but her voice was muffled by Ryke's hand.

Ryke's voice was a low growl. "Shut up. Or I'll make you." He continued dragging her away from the party, away from the safety of the crowd.

She fought against him, kicking and scratching, but her efforts were in vain. He was much stronger than her, and the alcohol had made her sluggish and weak. "Hollyn, are you out here?!"

"Cole, wait up!"

Her eyes widen when she heard Cole's voice. They were coming, they would save her. Hope surged through her, giving her renewed strength.

"Help! I'm over here! Help me!" She screamed, the desperation evident in her voice. Her words were slurred and muffled against Ryke's hand, but the desperation was unmistakable.

Ryke was starting to get more frustrated and angry, his grip on her wrist tightening and making her wince. "D*** it, Hollyn. Shut up!"

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Hollyn's eye. Cole emerges from the darkness, his expression furious. "Get the f*** off her, Maddox." She looked up, seeing a blurry figure helping her up. The person helped her stand, pulling her away from Ryke and Julien.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Cole's voice was full of concern. She looked up and saw his face. His eyes were full of worry, his face full of panic. "Did he hurt you?"

She could only stare at him, the events finally catching up to her. Tears wells up in her eyes, her chest tightening. "Coley, I-I'm sorry....I-"

Cole's eyes soften, and he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. "It's okay. It's going to be okay." He whispers, his voice soothing. "You're safe now, we won't let anything happen to you again. It's over."

"It's okay, come on, let's get you out of here. Can you walk?" Cole's voice was calm and collected, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. He kept her steady, leading her away from the fight.

"I-I...no. No, I-I-" She was struggling to talk, her brain too clouded by the alcohol and the fear of the situation. Her breaths were short and ragged, her chest tight. Tears fell down her cheeks, her shoulders shaking. She tried to breathe, the alcohol making her head feel fuzzy and cloudy.

"Shh, it's okay. Breathe, Hollyn. Breathe. In and out, slow deep breaths."

She felt a warm hand gently rest on her cheek. "Hey, look at me. Focus on my voice. Breathe in and out. Follow my lead." Cole's voice was calm and soothing, his eyes filled with concern. "That's it. Breathe in and out. In and out. Just keep breathing. Nice and slow. There you go. That's it."

She focused on Cole's voice, following his lead. After a few minutes, she was able to breathe again, her breaths not as shaky and ragged. But tears were still falling down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.

"It's okay, you don't have to talk right now. Let's get you out of here." Cole picked her up, his arms tight around her. He kept her close, her face buried in his shoulder. "You're okay. I got you."

She grips his shirt, clinging to him. Tears were falling down her cheeks, her chest tight. "I'm so so-sorry." She sobbed. She buried her face in his shoulder, her tears soaking his shirt.

"It's okay, you're okay." Cole soothes, his heart aching at seeing her so upset. He rubs her back, trying to calm her down. "You're safe now."

She didn't say anything else as she cried, clinging to him. Her brain was still cloudy and fuzzy from the alcohol. She knew she should be embarrassed that he had to rescue her. But she didn't care. She was safe with him. And that's all that mattered.

A/N did anyone see that happening? new bad boy character unlocked