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"I Need to go" Naomi stands up. Her eyes never left Tiffany.

"What- Nao! You can't leave me here!" I whine. She turns to me as if she lost her breath. Sighing, she answers me back, "Everyone here knows Tiffany, if you come along with me, they will surely have there eyes on you, Us" she explained.

"You owe it to come back sooner" I scowl at her. She nods as if she didn't really hear me.

She casually pretends to be going upstairs. Her whole concentration was dedicated to the spying she was planning in her mind right now. Tiffany seemed blind, her dirty eyes were trained on her... Prey.

Minutes that seemed like hours passed on with me awkwardly sitting at a couch behind a bunch of drunken dancers.
I take my third drink and allow the bitterness to possess my tongue. It didn't matter anymore, I have nothing to lose.
I wanted to dance, I wanted to have tattoos, piercings, get drunk on parties. I mean I did get drunk with Bennett several times but I felt the sudden need to do all of these reckless things. I wanted to be free. I wanted to kiss someone then wake up. Bennett was my only shot; Until some group took him away.

He also took an old guys son.

I painfully sigh and push the thought out of my head. As long as I find everything and sort things out, I don't want anything anymore.

"Wanna Dance?" A voice interrupts my voice. My head snaps to a tall guy with brown hair waiting for my answer.

"Umm...No?" I frown disgustedly.

"Oh, Too bad... you'd look phenomenal dancing on the stage" he adds. My eyes saw red, How dare he?

"I'm not looking for a boyfriend, is that it?" I announce.

"And I'm not looking for a girlfriend either... does it matter?" He walks a few steps in front of me. "But I can change my mind, just for you"He continues.

"I want you dead... I think that'll matter" I mischievously smile. His face drops.

"Beauty, I can provide many things for you if-" he corners me by resting his arms on the soft cushion beside my shoulders.

"Get lost" Tyler's voice booms in. Damn, I couldn't even kick this guy in the stomach, let alone murdering him.

The guy instantly removes his arms and wraps it behind his back. He was scared, of course, I'd also be scared if the brother of a cunning whore was standing in front of me. And of course the guy scrambles away before Tyler does anything.

"Alissa! What brought you here?" He puts off a tight-fake smile. What does he think of me? Calling me by my name after I figured his shit. I didn't answer him. He was wearing the same white, buttoned shirt except this time the top button was open, faintly revealing his white and smooth skin. He was wearing smoky-Pricey jeans.

"What brought you here?" I raise my brow.

"Nothing worth mentioning-" I stop him as he walks over. "Of course, clubbing isn't worth mentioning... Is it?" I continue.

"Miss Evans, a teenager like you shouldn't stay here..." he nervously looks around before sitting beside me.

"Ew! Go away" I sprint away like a child at him. He chuckled.

"How's your sister?" I stare directly into his raven eyes. His face tenses. "I don't know" he looks away.

I suddenly stand up without even thinking and head to the door. Tyler was startled before he follows me behind carefully. Ugh, what does he want?

"Go away! Stalker!" I shout so only we could hear it. "Alissa... You're Drunk" he states; blankly staring at me.

"So what if I am?" I fire back, "Follow me if your not scared!" I continue.

"Of course I'm not scared, I'll company you" he playfully shakes his head at me.

I complacently turn around and continue my way to the backyard. The fresh air spills into my face as I take a deep breath. I've longed for this weather even if I could've easily accessed it. For once, I didn't feel alone. Tyler was with me even if he could be as evil as Tiffany, at least he hasn't done any shit against me, yet. Which lightens the mood a bit.

Tyler and I end up sitting on the moist and fresh grass. I wonder who'd even make time to clean such a messed up place. My head was mentally swaying from the large amount of vodka I drank. God.

He takes his hands to his other arm. His skin was itching which revealed a bandage. What is he up to?

"What's that?" I nosily gesture to his arm.

"Just a tattoo" he answers.

"I wanna see it" I demand. Frowning at his arm like a toddler.

"Yeah...that's fine" he pulls up his sleeves.

He gently takes off the bandage, wincing a bit at his skin stinging at the sticky part. He reveals a gorgeous tattoo of a Rose.

"Gorgeous" I melt into the design.

I was hypnotized by his charisma.