Chase's expression changes from shocked to terrified in almost no time. Awkwardly scratching his head, he says, "I've never actually been to Macey's house before."

"Seriously? Never?" Asks Ashleigh.

"Nope," he shrugs.

"Don't worry," I smile sweetly. "I'll show you where her room is!"

Then I do exactly that. Well, not exactly, but close enough.

"That's her room." I point at the window.

"What if her mom is home? Mrs Gilbert is the most terrifying woman that I've ever met!" Chase worries.

"Aunt Augusta is out of town. You're good to go!" I lie and he reluctantly nods.

"That's not her room, is it?" Ashleigh whispers to me.

"Nope." I smirk with glee.

Chase takes his shirt off to reveal a perfect set of abs. If he wasn't such a douche, I'd be all over him. All eyes are on him except Ashton who's busy twiddling with his thumbs.

"Alright, I'm gonna sing our song," Chase sighs, taking of his pants now to reveal a pair of tighty whities.

"You have a song? Cute," Ashleigh says sarcastically. 

Chase starts to take of his underwear but is interrupted by me yelling, "Whoa! What do you think you're doing?"

"What?" He shrugs. "I thought it was a part of the dare."

"No! We really don't need to see any more than we already can." Ashleigh looks disgusted.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," He winks at her making her roll her eyes.

I pick up a couple of pebbles from the ground and hand them to Chase.

"What's this?" He asks.

"These are for you to throw at the window," I smile. "So that you can get her attention."

"Gee, thanks."

"You can throw them while you sing," I say. "We'll wait at my place."

The rest of us hurry next door and watch him from the window.

"We're no strangers to love," he sings out of tune and throws a pebble.
"You know the rules and so do I!"

"Oh my god," Darla laughs as he continues to sing. "Is that..."

"Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down!" He sings at the top of his lungs.

"Holy crap! Is he rickrolling her?" I burst into laughter and everyone joins in.

"That's the song they first kissed to," Ashton informs us.

"That is so tragic," Starla comments.

Suddenly, Wyatt appears behind us. "What are you guys up to?" He asks curiously as Ashleigh avoids his gaze.

"What the hell?" He questions when I point at Chase.

"We're playing triple dog," Ashton tells my brother as his eyes widen, looking at Ashton's attire.

"What is that noise?!" Aunt Augusta yells, opening the window Chase is throwing pebbles at. "What in the lord's name are you doing?" She comes out of the house and confronts him.

"Uh...um..." He stammers.

"Spit it out, I don't have all night!" She yells.

"Um... I'm sorry, I thought that was Macey's room," he manages to say.

"It most certainly is not. Either way, why would you be outside my daughter's room? She doesn't associate with hooligans like you!" She glares at him.

"Uh, I gotta go!" He says quickly and runs across the road to the car.

"Darn kids these days...hmph," she grumbles.

"Oh. My. God," Ashleigh says. "That was epic!"

"Are you guys drunk?" Wyatt questions.

"Duh!" Ashleigh responds. "Where's your grotsky little biatch?"

"Huh?" Wyatt looks at her obliviously.

"Your girlfriend," she reminds him. "Lindsey."

"She's not my girlfriend." He denies.

"Good," she sighs.

"We should go." I clear my throat.

"Yeah," Ashton agrees. "People are probably showing up at my place since someone sent them all texts." He eyes Darla as she smirks.

"Try not to get too wasted," Wyatt warns me.

"Yeah, I wouldn't wanna hook up with your arch nemesis," I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't have an arch nemesis," he says proudly. "Everybody likes me."

"That's what you think," I chuckle.

"What? Who doesn't like me?" He asks, worried. Unlike me, my brother has a desperate need to be liked by everyone.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." I tease him.

"Seriously, tell me!"

"Goodbye, brother." I gleefully wave at him and leave with my friends.

"That was the most awkward moment of my life," Chase, who is now thankfully clothed, sighs as we get into the car.

"Who's up next?" I ask, ignoring him.

"Darla?" Starla looks at her sister.

"Alright, I'm up." She agrees.

"Darla, I triple dog dare you to shoplift a pack of Doritos," Starla dares her twin and drive towards a 24-hour convenience store.

"Seriously?" Ashleigh raises an eyebrow. "That's your dare?"

"I'm hungry," Starla shrugs.

"Oh look, the only person working is Sleepy Sal," Darla chuckles. "This is gonna be easy as pie."

We watch as Darla walks into the store, picks up a large packet of Doritos and effortlessly walks out.

"Damn, girl." Ashton admires.

"Here ya go," Darla hands over the packet and Starla munches on them.

"It's past midnight," Ashton states. "People will be starting to show up at my place."

"To Ashton's it is, then!" Chase drives towards his best friend's mansion.

"The only person left is Starla," Ashleigh announces. "Don't worry, Star. I'll dare you at the party."

When we get to Ashton's mansion, the entire front yard is flooded with people, all desperate to get inside.

Ashton pushes through them to get to the door, people snickering and taking pictures of him.

The crowd bursts in when he finally opens the door and he almost gets trampled.

"Please tell me they got their own booze and aren't gonna drink all of mine," he says hopefully and chases after them.

We spend the next few hours drinking, dancing on Ashton's coffee table, and singing along to pop music like there's no tomorrow.

***

The next thing I know is that it's morning already. I wake up on Ashton's red leather couch to the constant ringing of a doorbell. I flutter my eyes open to see Ashleigh next to me and Chase, the twins, and Ashton himself, sprawled on the floor.

I guess we all had a little too much to drink. A little might be an understatement. More like a lot since I still feel drunk. We probably only went to sleep like two hours ago.

"Ugh, who is it this early?" Ashton groans as the bell continues to ring. "Can you get it?" He asks Darla. She slowly rises and opens the door to see someone that makes us all get up quickly.

"Darla Smooter, you're under arrest for breaking and entering and shoplifitng," A young cop turns her around and handcuffs her. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you."

"Beck?!" Darla shrieks. "What are you doing?"

"I have no choice, Darla. It's not like I want Starla making me my morning coffee at the cafe," the cop shrugs. "No offense, Starla."

"Uh... None taken, Officer Becker." Starla looks at him in shock.

"Ah, Chase McKnight," The cop -Officer Becker- gestures with his finger for Chase to come forward. "You're under arrest for driving a stolen car. You're not gonna make me repeat the rest, are you?"

Chase responds with a huff as he gets handcuffed as well.

"No? That's what I thought," The cop smirks. "Now, is there a Fedora Davis here?" He asks and I feel like running out of the house as fast as I can.

Why is this happening to me?

I can't help but notice how hot Officer Becker is. His tight, but not too tight, uniform hugs his perfectly toned body and his light grey eyes stand out against his tanned honey skin. In Aunt Augusta's words, Good Lord.

"Fedora? There's no Fedora," Ashleigh looks confused.

"Kathryn's real name is Fedora, isn't it?" Chase chimes in, looking uncomfortable in his 'cuffs.

"Wait, WHAT?" Ashleigh looks mind blown and so do Starla and Darla.

"Um...yeah." I reluctantly say.

"Fedora Davis, you're under arrest for breaking and entering and grand theft auto," Officer Becker walks up to me and I hold my breath. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you."

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