Reign's POV.

I meant what I said, parties are not my thing, but as soon as I got to Zane's party, Zane handed me a closed bottle of vodka which I kissed and hugged like a precious little baby.

There was a time when I used to tell myself that my mouth would never taste alcohol, but that was back when I still had a father who put me to bed, a mother who kissed me good morning and cooked delicious breakfast and an older sister who playfully fought with me all the time.

They all left and alcohol became my new family. It never fucking disappoints I tell ya.

I planned on drinking it from the bottle but Zane called me crazy and made me mix it with an energy drink.

The mixture takes time to hit the spot but it does, eventually, I find myself dancing by myself on the crowded dance floor since Zane went to look for princess Jasmine and I don't have friends anymore.

My mind tells me I gotta pee and I start pushing through the crowd, looking for the staircase.

I stumble, bumping into Wendy Jenkins at the bottom of the staircase, she places her hands on my shoulders to steady me.

"You are so very wasted," She states the obvious with a laugh.

"Thanks." I nod my head and she giggles.

"You look really good though," her kind eyes drop to my outfit, I also look down at my little skin tight black dress that has risen higher due to the dancing.

I don't feel so insecure about showing skin when I'm drunk.

"I feel like a slut." I say honestly, she laughs.

"Sometimes, that's a good thing," She assures me, patting my shoulder and walking away, I watch her disappear in the crowd of people.

Damn, was she just hitting on me?

I climb the stairs, almost missing a step but I collect myself by slapping my cheek.

Look alive, Rei.

I reach the hall, staring at all the doors and trying to guess which one is the bathroom.

I point to all of them, navigating.

I decide to open the first one.

Loud moans and grunts.

Nope, not the bathroom.

I open the second one, spotting two people sitting on a couch in the middle of the room.

"Sorry." I say, pulling the door to shut it.

"Reign?" That makes my hand cease.

I open it wider, narrowing my eyes at the two people.

The room is dim so I can only make out their figure, the guy is sitting with his body sinking into the couch and his legs spread while the girl has her legs crossed on his lap.

"And you are...?" I trail.

She laughs, "Jasmine." She turns on the lamp behind her and I see her beautiful glowing face and his handsome confused one.

All be damned.

Luke Richardson is calling dibs on princess Jasmine too? And by the looks of things, I'd say he's winning this game.

I let myself in, closing the door behind me and walking further into the room.

"Hey, sweetheart," I smirk down at him, lightly kicking his leg.

"Hey, honey," He responds, his eyes darting down to my dress.

"Wow, Richardson, you like my dress that much?" I tease, placing my hands on my hips.

"You look like sex." He meets my eyes again, challenging me. I only scowl at him in response.

"You really do." Jasmine backs him with a laugh. I shift my gaze to her.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I stare at her smooth long legs which are on top of him and he is gladly resting his hands on them.

"She does, your point?" Luke responds before she has the chance to.

"You do know that Mason has a huge crush on her, right?" I ask.

"Evil of you to out him out like that," He whispers to me like he doesn't want Jasmine to hear.

Shit.

I look at Jasmine with wide eyes, slapping my hand against my mouth.

"You didn't hear that from me," My tone has a hurried eagerness as I shake my head.

She giggles at my reaction.

"It's okay, I've noticed the way he stares at me in the classes we share," She smiles.

I hate that she's so nice.

I want to ask her what she thinks about him, or if she would ever consider dating him, for Mason's sake, but then I remember that we're not friends anymore.

"Okay, bye, I'm gonna go," I turn to leave but Luke grasps my wrist, turning me around.

He takes off his white hoodie, yanking me closer to the armrest of the couch before wrapping his hoodie around my waist.

I stand there, watching him, my eyes shift to Jasmine and she shrugs with a smile on her face.

I feel him grip the hem of my dress, his hand brushing my thigh, I hitch my breath because it catches me off guard, I instinctively grab his hand to push it off me but he's strong and stubborn and he ends up doing what he planned on doing which is pull my dress down.

I slap his hand and he looks up at me through hooded eyes, "Bye." He says, leaning back on the couch and resting his hand on Jasmine's knee.

I sigh, turning on my heel and walking out of the room, I shut the door behind me and I continue looking for the bathroom.

After finding the bathroom and doing my business, I decide to untie his hoodie from my waist, putting it on instead because I'm a little cold.

It smells like him, Annoying.

I go back downstairs, to the kitchen where I had left my bottle of vodka in the cabinet. I tiptoe, opening the cabinet but of course, I don't find the bottle.

I huff.

I turn around and start walking around the crowd, I find Zane talking to his friends in a corner, like feeling my eyes, he looks at me in the crowd and starts walking towards me.

If I was a hopeless romantic, I'd imagine this moment in slow motion.

He stands in front of me and stares at Luke's hoodie.

"I found your crush crushing on another guy upstairs." I point up.

"Me too," He groans dramatically, I laugh before bitting my lips.

"Touché," I say as he stares at my mouth.

"Nah, I still have you," He pulls the strings on the hoodie, pulling me to him.

"I'm no one's second choice," I remind him, he smiles.

"Dude, I was so crazy over you during freshman year it literally hurt my chest whenever I saw you talking to a guy that wasn't me," he tells me.

"You're only saying that in order to get laid," My eyes go round.

"Oh, come on, Reign, I don't need to make up stories in order to get laid, you already know that," He winks, tucking my hair behind my ear.

If I were some girl who was desperate for a jock's dick and had that all 'I can change him' mentality then I would have believed him.

Thank fuck I'm not.

"I wanna dance," I announce randomly.

"Then let's dance," he grabs my hand and drags me to the dance floor, we find a spot in the crowd and I start moving to the rhythm with the people, I never dance with an audience but here I am, swaying my hips and gliding my hands in my hair.

I feel eyes on me, including the person I'm dancing with but I don't care. I'm dancing for me, not them.

I stare into his eyes and he stares back.

He takes one stride to me, grabbing me by the back of my neck and smashing his lips on mine.

Too drunk to resist, too drunk to think.

I kiss him back passionately but with my eyes open because I never close my eyes during this stuff, his hands find my ass and he squeezes and moans in my mouth.

I feel someone else's hands on my hips, pulling me away from the kiss.

I should knee this person.

"That's enough attention seeking for one night, don't you think?" Luke's voice speaks beside my ear.

"What the hell, man?" Zane asks Luke, he shoots Zane a murderous look that says shut the fuck up before grasping my wrist and dragging me with him. I roll my eyes to the ceiling as I stumble behind him.

I wreck out of his possession grip as soon as we step out of the house.

"Richardson? I'm not your kid or your little sister," I tell him, more like reminding him.

Instead of responding he sighs and tugs on my dress again. "Stop!" I whine, slapping his hand.

"Where did you.." he cuts himself off, sighing again and rubbing his forehead, "What the fuck are you even wearing?" He asks like this is when he's seeing me.

"A dress." I deadpan, looking down at myself just in case its a skirt and I didn't notice.

"This is not a dress," He informs me, looking me down.

Shit, now I feel naked.

"C'mon, I'll drive you home," He walks down the steps but I stay put, looking up at the sky that just split in two by lightning.

"It's raining." I say.

It's barely raining but I don't wanna risk it.

"Do I have to carry you?" He asks.

"It's raining." I repeat myself, feeling uneasy.

"Jesus, Reign, it's barely pouring." He points out, "Don't worry, your dye won't wash off." He chuckles softly, I roll my eyes, looking elsewhere.

"What is it with you and my hair?" I look at him.

"It's Pink," he informs me.

"I'm aware."

"You're not but that's an argument for another day, c'mon let's go," He waves his hand.

I look at the sky again.

Come on, Reign, it's just tiny water drops, just pretend you're in your shower and you'll be fine.

I take two deep breaths before taking one step down, then another until I meet him at the bottom.

A rain drop lands on my forehead and I cease my breathing, hugging my own body tighter, fisting Luke's hoodie on my sides.

I'm okay.

You're okay.

We're okay.

I'm in the shower. I'm in the shower. I'm in the shower.

We start walking towards his car and the biggest deja Vu slaps me in the face.

He was being taken to the car, it was heavily raining, they were taking him away, my mom, sister and I stood in the rain on our lawn, I was screaming for him while crying and mom was holding me back whispering lies in my ear. They put him in the back of the car and I spent the rest of that day sulking in the rain.

"Reign," Luke calls out to me.

I'm drawing in heavy breaths, my lungs feel like they're closing up, making it hard for me to breathe, my eyes are blur with tears, my heart's hammering against my chest and my throat is tight.

I don't even remember how but we're now inside Luke's car and I'm fisting his t-shirt way too tight.

Shit.

I retrieve my hand, quickly wiping the tears out of my eyes and breathing normally.

Acting like nothing happened.

"What the fuck was that?" He questions.

Ah, God, this is not happening to me.

"I'm drunk, bitch, drive me home, I wanna sleep," I lean back against the headrest, acting all tired.

He grabs my jaw and turns me to meet his eyes.

"Reign.."

"Luke." I challenge, jerking my chin out of his hold.

"You're bullshitting me again," He says.

"So?" I respond in a rude tone.

"So I'm getting suspicious, I'm actually starting to think that you're a psychopath," he tells me.

I open my mouth to respond but his phone makes a sound, he pulls it out to read something.

"Not driving you home, we have one more stop." He says, pressing the ignition button and bringing the car to life.

I don't ask him where we're going because I simply don't want to argue.