Chapter 1: Nice Legs You've Got There Babe

"Excuse me, coming through." I push and shove myself between grinding bodies, praying that I'll make it out of this stampede alive. Most people give me a disgruntled look and reluctantly move away. Muttering apologies, I make do with the little space I have and find myself in front of the drinks.

A table, sporting a fancy laced white cloth is filled with beverages of all assortments from the obviously spiked punch, to the capped up beer bottles. The boys around glance at me every few seconds as I unconsciously tug my tight dress lower. It's wasn't my idea to be so horrifically exposed. No, that honor belonged to Vanessa; this dress was her idea.

A can of Coca-Cola calls out to me and I quickly grab the chilled drink before opening the tip and hearing the familiar sound of fizz releasing. The eyes of the greedy boys gets to me again and I try scrambling out of there as soon as possible. It's not everyday that a girl dreams of being raped. Determined on living, I set back out into the sea of high school students while holding up my half full drink in an attempt, not to spill it on anybody.

My plan utterly fails and leaves me emptying my drink completely, due to one particularly large guy bumping into me. My can falls to the floor and spills on the dress of a girl. She's probably drunk out of her mind as she surprisingly doesn't notice the bright stain on her white dress. Not wanting to get murdered tonight in the case of my clumsiness, I abandon my drink and go in search of Nessa. Best friend, best bitch, and second mom all in one girl. A rare combination to find in a single individual.

"What the hell?" A man yells as he crash into me.

Woah, let me get this straight.

He, crashed into me, not the other way around. I turn around to hit some sense into him, already pissed off on many levels at the fact that my precious drink spilt, only thinking one thing: No way in hell is he going home without a headache tonight.

"Look here little idiot, watch where your ugly ass is moving first before yelling into people's ears. Got it?" The man looks at me with a loathing emotion in his eyes and lets out a low growl. I'm about to open my mouth to verbally slap the shit out of him some more, when a hand clamps on my wrists effectively causing me to shut up. Signature perfume makes its way into my nose and I instantly relax. The figure guides me away from the slit-eyed man, before turning me around to look at him.

"Are you trying to get yourself hurt?" He asks with an angry look in his eyes. A smile spreads its way onto my face despite the murderous glare I'm receiving.

"C'mon Lucas, that was pretty good wasn't it?" His anger clearly softens and soon transforms into a smile.

"Yeah it was, but could still get you harmed." His serious expression comes on again. "The guy was twice the size of you, what if he got physical?" I roll my eyes ad gently pry away my wrist from his grasp.

"Details, details." My hand waves off in an 'I don't care' motion. "What matters is that I handed his ass to him in a very lady like way." I perform a quick wink to which he laughs in return. I'm keen on taking another quick glance around the room, when a rather large and beefy arm claps Lucas on the back.

"Dude, that your date for tonight?" A guy asks, while barely being able to stand on his feet. Look at him, trying to subtly hit on me while not even being in the right state of mind. This is what the world has come to folks.

"Okay mister, first of al-" I'm cut off by Lucas who smoothly intervenes.

"Nah man, she's just a friend." I shoot him a look at his calmness. Just a friend? More like one of his best friends. The two guys do some bro bonding thing and go into a conversation about the last girl the drunk dude picked up. Already disgusted by the details they explain - I don't need to learn the sounds she made - I shimmy myself away from them and head over to find Vanessa. For all I know, that girl could be skinny dipping with some stranger right now.

With Mama bear mode turned on, I go in search of a familiar brown-blonde ombré haired girl. Yes, the hair is natural in case you where wondering. Nessie is one of the prettiest girls I know, but the reason she isn't recognized for it, is because she doesn't open her legs to everyone she meets, and isn't on the cheer team. Mostly because of the cheer team though, oh and she hates the infamous Rebecca Summers - a world renowned bimbo. That girl is literally bitch extraordinaire. However, Vanessa doesn't need popularity to be present in the minds of the guy population. Her green eyes have a way of standing out and there's no doubt in my mind when she says she's had a couple boyfriend who've tried things on her. She rejected all of them of course. Her figure is slim but curvy at the same time and sometimes I wonder what she does to manage it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous or anything, I'm happy that she doesn't worry about how she looks. No girl should stress over things like that.

At this point, I've given up on trying to act like a human and begin to roughly push my way through the crowd. It's nearly impossible to see the person you're looking for in a group as big as this, so I go to the pool first. It's easier to spot people and has always been Nessie's favorite place to go, whenever. Oh another reason for her great figure and love of water, she's a pro swimmer.

I try to stand on my toes as a way to catch a glimpse of her navy blue dress, when a deep breath is taken next to me.

"Nice legs you've got there babe." The voice is husky, and I'll admit - sexy, but still makes me want to punch them in the face. With clenched fists, I turn around only to find myself eye to eye with a blue-eyed male. No, not the cliché blue, but a dark midnight blue color that's actually quite attractive.

Focus.

I blink and focus back on the boy standing in front of me, now holding a smirk on his face.

"Like what you see?" He asks motioning to himself. His breath reeks of alcohol and I have to hold my breath to keep from passing out. What did he drink tonight? I decide to go the Mahatma Gandhi way and opt out of punching him. Instead, I smile a sweet smile and place my hand in his shoulder.

"Sorry sweetie, but the answer's no." With that I give him a fake pout of sadness and turn around to leave. His hand grabs my waist and spins me around, the tip of his fingers resting at the small cutout on the back of my dress.

"Leaving so fast pumpkin?" He asks still having that stupid smirk on his face. I want to slap it off, right now. I cool myself down by taking a deep breath and trying again.

"Yes, so if you don't mind, I'll be leaving now." I say and shove his hands off of me.

"Sorry, can't let you do that kitten." He says and pulls me right back into the position I was a couple seconds ago. I'm instantly hit with the familiar resemblance. Do I know this guy?

He brings his head down and nuzzles it in the crook of my neck. My heart jumps slightly in my skin, and almost as if on instinct, I bring my knee up. It hits home, so hard that I'm sure his great-great-grandfather felt it. Jacob Malik. I recognize him now. The school's bad boy, heartthrob, biggest womanizer know to mankind, whatever you want to call him.

Jacob's grip on my body loosens like a chain reaction and he moves away from me, eyes as wide as saucers. I take this to be my cue to leave and sprint walk my way away from him all the while trying to look casual. Without a second thought, I leave Vanessa behind knowing very well that she can handle the night without losing her virginity or getting pregnant. I have a different situation to deal with that is quite frankly places at the top of my list.

My heels clack against the ground as I walk out of the mansion, all the while thinking the same thing with a smile of achievement on my face.

I Kneed The Bad Boy In His Family Jewels.

And it couldn't have felt better.