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  During the drive, I stare out the window, letting my mind wander- maybe this is not a good idea to be going to this party. When we arrive at the frat house, I cringe at the number of cups and beer bottles on the green lawn; not to mention the number of people outside holding bottles of beer and smoking bongs- what I assume is marijuana. I forgot how big these parties can get. 

   "Are you sure you can handle this alone?" Camile asks me and I nod in response. "Okay, call me if you need anything. Don't hesitate, alright girl?"

  "Alright, I will," I say as I grab my purse and climb out of the car; making sure to pull down my skirt some more and adjust the blouse.

  I watch as Camile's truck drives off. I appreciate her wanting to come in, but I think I would be better off going in alone without her tagging along as my big sister who is protecting me.   

   Walking on the lawn, I'm stumbling with every step I take, and I feel like everyone is staring at me, which can't be possible because no one would look at me. I am overdramatic. 

  I walk up the stairs and stumble on one of the steps, tripping over my own feet when I feel hands catch me. It's not the usual scent of peppermint, but it smells different like the person had too much to drink. I look up and notice brown eyes and almond tone skin, he's as tall as Chris, but it's definitely not him.

  "Thank you," I say to the man who kept me from falling on my ass.

  "You're welcome." He stares down at me and I give him a smile as I walk past him. He follows me when I head inside the frat house full of people; one of the corners is the kitchen and I spot a boy doing a body shot off a girl wearing only panties with no bra. As I turn my attention to the other room that has a pole table, I see the boy with brown eyes right by my side. He hands me a cup full of brown liquor. I decline with "thank you, but I'm okay," but he doesn't take it from my hand. I don't drink it; Camile taught me not to accept drinks from anyone, especially strangers because you don't know what they put in it or if they spike it. It's a good lesson to remember. 

    "I never have seen you before. Are you new to this school? Perhaps a freshman?" He smiles and takes a step, cornering me toward the wall. 

   "No, I am not new to this school nor a freshman. I'm a senior," I inform him.

  "A senior? What's your name, kitten?"

  Kitten? Is that supposed to be a nickname for me? He does not even know me. Who is this guy? He seems intimidating, and the way he smiles at me makes my skin crawl. "It's Sussianna. But if you-"

  "Sussianna? That's a unique name. I like it," he cuts me off. 

 "Huh, thanks, I guess, but if you excuse me, I really need to get going," I mutter as I push past him, but he stops me by placing his hand on the wall, blocking me not to move.

   "What's your rush?"

   "I have to go and meet my friend," I announce and try to move around him, but he still blocks my path. 

  "You know someone here?" He asks.

  "Chris," I say quickly.

   "Chris? Chris is your friend? Are we talking about the same Chris Suave?"

   "Yes," I say dryly.

   "Well, you don't have to meet him now. I can give you a tour or head upstairs into my room. We can have some fun kitten," he grins when he licks his lips.

    I feel sick to my stomach and my instinct right about now is to knick him, hard and right down there.  

   "Derrick," Chris's voice yells from behind the man, and my eyes move away from him to meet Chris's blue eyes.  

    Oh, thank goodness. 

    "Hello, Chris. I was going to give this girl a tour," he says as he turns his head to look at Chris. The creep's face becomes frightened and not the daunting look he had before.

    "Well, she's with me, Derrick. Now back away from her."

  "But Chris-"

   "Did you fucking hear me? Back away, before I slam your head against this wall, and you know I will do it," he growls.

  "Jeez, Chris calm down mate. No harm here," Derricks says and quickly moves away from me. His voice was shaky. Apparently, everyone here is intimidated by Chris including this creep.

   "So, you know that guy?" I ask Chris. I look at him, and he holds my gaze, wrathfully. Shit, he's furious with me? Why is he angry?

   Instead of answering me, he grabs my arm and pulls me up the stairs. I spill some of the liquid on my hand and I swiftly set the cup on a table as he hauls me into a room. 

   "Sussianna, what the fuck are you doing here? Fuck me. What the hell are you wearing?" He asks, eyeing my body.

  "I was invited to this party... Meg invited me," I admit and look down at my body. "Do you like my outfit? Camile made it, especially for me."

  He rubs his hands through his hair, pacing up and down. He looks at me, anger stirring behind his eyes.  He opens his mouth, snaps it shut, and starts pacing again. I'm quite amused and I'm happy that Camile gave me this outfit after all.  

   He pauses marching and looks at me, all wide-eyed and irritated. "Sussianna, you are not... You are... You can't... Baby... Oh, I can't look at you!" He starts walking back and forth. 

  Wait, I thought he wanted me to wear clothes that fit my body, and this outfit definitely fits all my curves. Maybe that's the problem it's too short and too tight.

  He stops moving and stares at me. "I can't let you wear that outfit," he says, idiomatically. 

   What? "Why?" I ask and somewhat confused.

  "Because Sussianna-" He racks his finger up and down my body. "What you are wearing is too much." His lips press into a straight line as he shifts his tall, lean body toward me, leaving a gap of space between us.

  What's he doing?

  His hand traces over my collarbone; then he gets up closer to me and personal with my face, breathing his hot, minty breath all over me as he's skimming his lips over my cheeks and down to my neck. "But I have to admit. This outfit... Really... Fucking... Turns... Me... On." He pushes his groin into my lower stomach, proving that he likes it.

  "Still, I can't let you wear this." 

   He can't tell me what I can and can not wear. He can't control me. But before I can protest against him, he starts lowering his hand down to my thigh all the way down there. I gasp. "This skirt is short-" He moves the hem of the skirt slightly above my waist; then his hand travels down right to my panties and slides them to the side to where his fingers graze over my sex. "Your body is for my eyes only."

   Possessive much? But my thoughts go away when I shiver as he slowly moves his fingers inside me. 

  "I feel you are so wet for me. Fuck, you are so affected by me. Aren't you, Sussianna," he asks as he kisses my neck and down to my chest. 

  "Mhmm, yes Chris," I moan when my eyes close shut and my head drops to his firm chest. I can hear his pulse is heavy. 

   He continues his slow assault and I try to bite my bottom lip with my teeth to stifle my moans, but they escape my mouth. I wish I was not affected by him, but I am. I was kidding myself if I thought differently. 

    "I know, you are. I've always known. Look at me," he orders against my skin.

      I lift my head off of his chest. My eyes meet his and they are a dark blue like a blue fire if there was such a thing as a blue fire. He gives me that knowing smile and it's almost going to send me to the edge.

 "I missed you. All of you. The way you smelled, and the way you tasted," he groans as his other hand moves to my blouse, and since the V-neck is low, he pulls it down along with the bra revealing one of my breasts. He grins when he dips his head down, flicking his tongue over my nipple, circling, and licking it.

 I shudder, panting, and about to come undone. But then he pulls away, leaving me standing a wanton mass of hormones in front of him.

  What the actual fuck? He can't do this. Can he? I screw my face up in my own private disgust. He's done that on purpose because I am wearing these clothes. Bastard. Why did I let him do that to me? I know why because I'm a fucking idiot. 

   "W-why? Why did you stop?" I wince. I know why he stopped but I have to know his reason for doing that to me.

    His face remains neutral. "Punishment," he says flatly.  

   Punishment? A punishment?  Is he serious? I did not do anything wrong. Damn him and his way of punishment. This is fucking frustrating. He's frustrating.

    I can't cope with him. He's cruel,  demented, controlling, and dominant. I could continue on forever, but I will be here all night if I listed all of his behaviors. 

   He is crazy, beyond crazy. Why is he like this? "Why are you so difficult?"

  He looks at me, surprised at my question noticeable on his stunning, and hesitant face. His frown line jumps into a straight line. "I don't know. I can ask you the same question."

   My mouth falls open. Me? I am not the one who was teasing. He's crazily deranged. I shake my head with a frown.

  "Sussianna, let's leave," he instructs and grabs my hand but I pull my hand away, so he can't touch me.

  I am not leaving, especially with him. My anger boils over and before I know it, I turn around and open the door.  My feet carry me down the stairs, and I hear Chris following behind me. I am amazed I did not fall with these shoes going down the stairs. 

   I keep moving until someone puts their hand around me. I thought it was Chris stopping me, but when I turn my head, I notice the boy with nose and ear piercings staring down at me. I am pretty sure his name is Adam. 

  "Sussianna, right?"  He inquires. I can see in the corner of my eye that Chris is drilling holes into me.

  I turn my attention back to Adam. "Yes," I quickly say.

   "You remember me?" His black eyes are staring at me wickedly.  

   "You're Adam," I encounter. 

   "Good memory. Are you leaving so soon?" 

  After that stare, I should be running away, but of course, I am ignorant and I stay where I am. "No. I am staying a little longer."

     "Oh good. Let's see if you remember everybody," he tells me and he tries to hide his creepy smile.

   I follow him to a crowded living room and he hands me a beer. "No thank you. I don't drink," I inform him.

  "Oh Mrs. Goody-two-shoes, does not want a drink, but I am surprised you did show up," Meg taunts me. She sits on a guy's lap and takes a sip of her beer. I spot a metal ring around that guy's nose. 

  I roll my eyes and go sit down in the seat opposite of Meg. 

  "You know Meg?" Adam asks me and I nod. I wish I did not know her, well technically I don't know her; she's basically rude to me all the time. 

  "Since, you met Meg. You know Ethan and John-" He points to them standing in the corner of the couch and both of them wave at me. I wave back.

    Before Adam introduces me to all of his friends, Meg speaks first, "It seems like Sussianna is trying to be more like us by wearing that outfit."

  "I think she looks hot," Derrick says as he walks into the living room.

   "Yeah, you would fuck anyone who has boobs," Meg remarks.

   "Well, you would fuck anything with a dick," he fires back.

    "Will you both shut the fuck up?" Chris shouts when he strides in swiftly.  He comes and sits right by me, but he keeps his distance. Evidently, Chris knows I am angry at him; I can even feel my cheeks turning fiery red. 

     "Let's play a game," Adam says as he stares at me, which is freaking me out. "Sussianna, have you ever played Never Have I Ever?"

   I shake my head. I heard of the game, nevertheless, I never played it before. This can't be good.

  I look at Chris who looks anxious and horrified in his eyes. I wonder why Chris always acts like this with his friends. 

   "Well, you got to say something that you never have done before, if anyone who at some point in their life has done the action that the first player says, you must take a drink. I will go first," Adam says to the whole room. 

  Wait, I never wanted to play this stupid game. "I don't drink,"  I declare. 

  "You can just drink water or a coke."

   "Ethan, get her a drink. Non-alcoholic," Adam orders him.

  After a few minutes, Ethan comes back and hands me a non-open can of cherry 7-up and I thank him. Then he hands Chris a beer. 

    "Okay, let's begin. Never have I ever gotten drunk off my ass that I don't remember the next day," Adams says.

  I open up the 7up, and of course, the room is silent and everyone heard me opening it. I quickly take a sip of my drink as I watch everyone's eyes staring at me, including Chris. 

  "You have gotten drunk before," Meg asks me, surprisingly.

  I just nod my head. 

  "I can't see Mrs. Goody-two-shoes getting drunk that she doesn't remember the next day," she mocks me.

  "You actually did not know me in my past, Meg. I did not know you in your past either, but I'm guessing if I did; I would have called you, Mrs. Whore right now. Seeing that you have slept with every man in here," I say boldly. I think I'm just angry at Chris for what he did to me earlier that I am taking it out on Meg. 

  Chuckles and gasps fill the room. I even see Chris laughing into the palm of his hand.

  "What the fuck did you call me?" Meg shouts and stands up.

  I stand up along with her and say, "Read my lips a whore."

    The guy with a metal piercing on his nose that Meg was sitting on his lap blocks her and tries to calm her down. While Chris at the same time creates a barrier, so I can't get to her.

    "Ladies, it's just a game, someone else's turn,"  Adams says. 

  "I will go," Chris announces. Chris asks me if I will be okay and I nod with a frown. I sit back down as I watch Meg do the same. "Never have I ever had sex in public."

  I choke at his answer. I mean why would he say that? Even so, I guess it's a good thing he never had sex in public.

  I notice John, Meg, and the guy who I do not know his name yet- I only know him by that metal on his nose- taking a drink. I am astonished a lot of people have sex in public. 

   "Who's next?" Adam asks.

   "I will go," I say, surprising them and myself.

   "Never have I ever..." What the hell have I not done that is not too personal?  "Never have I ever liked a book-to-movie adaptation more than the book."

  "What kind of fucking question is that?" Meg retorts and laughs at me. My body goes unmanageable and I ball my hands into fists. 

   "Let's talk about how you never had sex before. How you're still a virgin at 20?" Meg snorts.

   "What?" How in the hell did she know that?

   "You heard me," she sneers at me immorally.

    "Meg shut the fuck up already," Chris says loudly.

    "W-wait!" I yell. "How did you know that, Meg?"

     She shrugs and looks at Chris. Chris looks frustrated with Meg and he almost looks like he wants to hit her.

   "Meg is drunk right now. She doesn't know what she is saying. Meg, let's go... Now," the guy with a piercing on his nose says in a deep voice as he picks her up and carries her away.

   I look at Chris, piercing my eyes deep into his black cruel soul. How could he? I had it with Chris. Fuck him! He can go to hell!

  I take off my heels; I get up and as fast as my legs can carry me, I start to run. I really run like a cheetah before Chris can catch me. I'm pushing myself through the drunken crowd and not looking back. When I finally reach the door, I push it open, and as I dash outside, the fresh air fills my lungs, but I don't let it stop me from running. I dart across the lawn, past the empty bottles, and when I reach the end of the street, I stop.

     The sound of a car approaching drags my eyes to a black Chevrolet El Camerino that I'm too familiar with. The headlights are getting closer. 

  I intended to escape, but somehow Chris always finds me. He stalks me everywhere I go.

  The car slides to a stop behind me and the door flies open. Chris gets out and strides toward me at an undemanding rate, but I'm not trying to kid myself that he doesn't look enraged. He should not be angry at me. I should be the one furious because of everything he did tonight. He fucking told them I was a virgin? How dare he?  

   "Fuck off, Chris!" I spit. 

    Hey everyone! Wow, three chapters. What did you think of them? I know it's been a long time since I wrote, but I've been so busy with my schooling. I am so sorry. I had some time to myself to finally write. I hope you enjoyed all the chapters I have written. In case you were wondering, put "Pretty Woman's song" in Chapter 39 because she dreams her life was like that. I know this chapter left you hanging, but I like to do that. I want to thank you for reading, commenting, and voting. Love ya guys and for all the support you guys always give me. I hope everyone is being safe out there.