Luke's POV.

We do end up going to that party but only because Reign got frustrated with the movie and Damien and Ariana started flirting and we didn't wanna see the end of it.

The party is somewhat the true definition of teenage chaos.

But it's nothing I haven't seen before.

Garrett texted me earlier, saying to meet him and Mason upstairs and not to tell Reign about it because she 'wouldn't approve.'

For some reason, I tell Reign that I'm going upstairs to meet with some blonde, she's shocked at first because she's never thought about me fucking with anybody else but Reign being Reign, she gets rid of the shock quickly and smiles.

"Go get 'em." She pats my shoulder and disappears to the kitchen.

I part my lips, feeling a little surprised.

Go get 'em?

She sounded like one of my teammates.

Unlike me, Reign shows no emotion. She knows exactly what she wants from me, she doesn't get confused or frustrated when I don't respond to her texts or jealous when another chick talks to me, she doesn't care about that stuff.

It's just sex, she made that pretty clear.

I climb the stairs, making it to the room, I find Mason and Garrett and a bunch of other people doing all kinds of illegal drugs, it's like they have their own little party in here.

Mason is standing in front of a dark haired girl, having what looks like a tense conversation with her while smoking a joint.

I close the door behind me, careful not to draw attention to myself.

As I walk further into the room, Mason starts stalking closer to the girl he's talking to, she walks backwards but her back soon slams into me and she yelps, slowly turning her head to look up at me.

Mason passes me the joint, I take it, bringing it to my lips as I survey the room.

Feeling the girl's eyes on me, I look back at her, tilting my head to the side and exhaling in her face as I stare at her pretty round face, she coughs, jerking her head away from the smoke.

Mason and I exchange a glance, he smirks, I grin.

"Who's this?" I pass the joint back to him.

"I don't want any trouble." Her voice trembles, her gaze bouncing from me to Mason.

"She doesn't want any trouble." I tell Mason, touching a piece of her soft dark hair.

Mason takes one more step closer, she leans back into me like I'm her shield, like she's more terrified of him than me.

Mason tips her chin, staring into her eyes like a predator, she grasps my hand and tightens her grip, her body rigid against mine as she silently cries for me to help her.

I will help... Eventually.

I push her hair behind her shoulder, leaning over.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I whisper in her ear.

"Olivia." She sounds like she's about to cry.

"What are you doing here, Olivia?" Mason drinks in the length of her neck like he's just dying to claim it.

Sick fuck.

"I... I-" she stammers, her voice shaking.

Are we that scary?

"She wanted to play with the big boys but she wasn't ready for this fuck show," he smirks, "Were you, Olivia?"

"I wanna go home." She sounds like she's crying.

I hold her shoulders and turn her around so she's facing me.

She's doing the silent crying.

"Stop it, stop fucking crying." I hiss, she gives a hurried nod, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater and sniffling.

"Are you even supposed to be at this party?" I eye her outfit, she's wearing the longest dress I've ever seen on a teenage girl, plus the sweater.

"No, I- I just- I was-" She breaks down crying.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Mason turns away from us, I extend my hand out to her and she holds it, we walk out of the room.

Someone should tell her why having trust issues at a party is a thing nowadays.

I look at her over my shoulder and she's still crying.

"They didn't do anything to you, did they?" I speak over the loud music.

"No." She shakes her head.

"Then why are you crying?" We descend the stairs.

"He was bullying me," She says in an obvious tone, "Just like everybody else." She adds.

The plan was to get her out of that room but now that I know everybody bullies her, I'm not so sure about letting go of her hand.

Why do I care?

I shouldn't care.

I make my way to the kitchen for a drink and also because that's where Reign disappeared to, I don't find her there but I do find the drink. I grab a bottle of whiskey from the counter, I offer her the bottle but she shakes her head.

"I don't drink." She stopped crying but her eyes are all red and her voice is scratchy.

"Yo! Luke!" A drunk Jace shouts, flying his hands in the air.

I sigh, looking down at the girl who's staring at Jace like she's seen a ghost.

He wraps his arm around the girl's shoulder, barely standing on his own.

She looks uncomfortable and she widens her eyes at the hand on her shoulder.

"You're not getting his attention, not in that dress." I shake my head, she looks down at her dress and snorts a laugh.

My words are not funny, they're harsh and truthful at the same time. These fuckers are all about mini skirts and crop tops, they love it when girls give them an image to jerk off to in the morning.

"What are you wearing?" Jace narrows his eyes at her, her cheeks turn red, looking embarrassed.

I bet she's gonna go home, burn all her clothes and then give herself a makeover in order to capture his attention.

Then I remember that she cried and begged to go home and she doesn't drink so I'm guessing she's not the type.

"Do you have a car?" I ask her, Jace rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes.

"Yeah." She looks at his face.

"Can you drive my asshole friend home?" I point at the asshole with the bottle in my hand.

"Yes, I'd like that." She smiles at me.

Yeah, she's weird as shit.

"Are you sure? Cause if he's one of those people who bully you then you don't have to."

"He's not." She says quickly, "He barely even noti- I mean, he took care of me at a party once so I'd be returning the favor." She says, I nod.

"Oh, okay, good luck then." I march passed them, not concerned about how she's going to get him outside and into her car because I don't know where Reign disappeared to.

I search for her all around the house, I finally find her outside, in the back yard where most people came out to smoke, she's surrounded by three other people but she's not part of their conversation, she's looking around the place like she's bored out of her mind.

Her eyes meet mine in the crowd and she keeps eye contact.

I lean my shoulder against the door frame, sipping my drink.

She excuses herself and starts walking towards me.

I fell for Reign before we even started this and when we did start this, I found myself wanting more and more of what she could give me which was mostly just sex and make out sessions.

I haven't gone down on her yet, I don't know if she's into oral sex, since she once said that she wasn't into getting on her knees for a guy, I don't know if she's cool with a guy getting on his knees for her.

I want to though, I want to taste every inch of her before everything goes to shit, cause trust me when I say, everything will go to shit.

"Dude, you're fucking driving." She takes the bottle from my hold, brushing passed me.

Uh, okay?

I follow her back inside, she shoves the bottle in some random guy's chest and continues walking at a quick pace.

I shove my hands in my pockets, following her outside the house.

I unlock my car and she gets in, slamming the door.

I scoff.

She's mad because I had three shots of whiskey?

I look forward to the day I'll understand this girl.

I get in, bringing the car to life and driving in silence.

The only thing I've grown to know about her is, never talk when she's angry.

She'll come around.

"When I was nine, my Dad bought me the most beautiful purple scrunchie that I had ever seen, I liked how soft it felt in my hand and how easily it would slip from my hair." She informs me.

I furrow my brows at her, "Uh, okay?"

"My sister stole that scrunchie one day and I flipped when I saw her wearing it and the worst part was that it looked better on her." She continues the story.

"Where is this going?" I ask.

"My Mom and Dad preached to me about sharing that day but then I realized that I didn't like sharing, I was a selfish little bitch and I still am." She faces me, her expression looking lethal.

"Okay," I feel like she might kill me with that look.

"The thing is, I don't like sharing things with other people, it gives me the ick." She looks out the window.

Feeling confused, I scratch my head and concentrate on the road.

The fuck was that all about?

"Ohhh." Realization hits me and I chuckle. "You're mad because I went upstairs to... Oh, wow."

"I'm not mad, I just haven't slept with anyone else since I started sleeping with you and I was stupid to think you weren't either." She says.

"Reign, you said I could fuck my blondes," I remind her.

"Yeah but why tell me about it?"

"You told me to go get 'em, remember?"

"You are dumb as shit,"

"And you're jealous."

"Pff, no." She lies.

"God, I thought I'd never see this day." I smile out the window before turning to look at her.

"I'm not jealous, Richardson, I just don't like sharing." She mumbles like a child.

"You don't like sharing me or my dick?" I joke.

"Stupid question. I don't answer stupid questions." She says, I laugh. "Shut up." She shoves my shoulder.

"I didn't even fuck anyone if that makes you feel better, she didn't show."

"Whatever."

"Look at me." I place my hand on the back of her neck, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Nah-uh." She pushes my hand away. "I don't like you right about now." She sinks into the seat.

I shake my head at her jealous expression.

"C'mon, look at me. I'll call you a stupid pet name if you don't." I threaten, she doesn't respond this time.

"Oh, did I tell you about the dream I had last night? Fuck, Rei, it was wild as shit."

"Dreams can be deceiving, hon, I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you." I see her rolling her eyes, I smirk, shifting my gaze to the road.

Well, not all of them.