The pogues have been chilling by the pool. Pope was pretty pleased with the vibes, considering he did expect something dramatic. But the night just began, right?

Suddenly the people around them started chanting:"Topper! Topper! Topper! Jump! Jump! Jump!"

Anastasia lifted her head to see Topper and Sarah on the roof, preparing to jump into the pool.
Right when the two jumped off the roof, landing in the water below; Anastasia turned around to face Kiara. She saw how the smile of her best friend was long gone.

"You good?", Anastasia asked while everyone around them was cheering for Topper and Sarah.

"I'm fine", Kiara lied. It was a bad lie. Anastasia could tell once Kiara had to look away. So the dark haired girl took Kies hand into hers so they could talk somewhere more quiet.

"I know when you lie, Kie. What's bothering you?", Anastasia asked with sympathy filling her voice.

Kiara didn't know what to answer. Anastasia deserved the truth, after all she was her friend and the boys knew too - but. There was this fear spreading in Kiaras stomach. As if her fear would become reality the moment she'd say it out loud. The fear to loose Anastasia just like she lost Sarah.
So instead Kiara just shrugged:"Nothing important, I promise".

"I'll tell you, when you tell me why you don't drink", Kiara joked, trying to change the topic.

Anastasia's smile dropped within seconds.
Kie didn't mean anything bad, but recognized this wasn't a topic to joke about in front of Anastasia. Suddenly she started wondering how well did she even know her best friend?

"I do drink", Anastasia managed to find her words,"I just - I try to avoid it".

"Why?", John B appeared behind Anastasia, followed by his friends.

Seeing so many people stare straight at her, waiting for an answer, was something Anastasia didn't manage quite well.
Pressure was rising.
Trying to not disappoint.
Avoiding to lie at them.

"Because I do reckless things when drunk". Her answer was short and quick; not a lie but also not the detailed truth.
But once she answered, Anastasia couldn't help herself but look for Rafe - reckless things.

"Alright so let's get drunk!", JJ yelled and laughed. Anastasia busted out in laughter with him. The fact that he was being so purely himself, made her laugh.
And maybe her friends were right. Alcohol wouldn't be that bad as long as she wouldn't over do it. Around the pogues, she most certainly wouldn't - Anastasia was sure.

"JJ", John B muttered underneath his breath, trying to get his friend to actually realize what was really going on here.

"No it's fine, John B", Anastasia assured,"Actually JJ is correct. Let's get something to drink".

Pope and Kiara followed their friends pretty confused after the conversation that just happened. John B, JJ and Anastasia were walking inside towards the bar to grab something to drink.

Once Anastasia held the red cup filled with a vodka, coke mix - the JJs special - she started to have doubts about all of this. She twirled the cup around in her hand. Once her friends cheered, Anastasia submitted to the peer pressure and raised the cup to her lips, taking a sip.

A sip turned into emptying a cup.
And another one.
And suddenly all of the bad vibes from her talk with Kiara were long gone.

"One thing I have to admit", JJ said, raising his cup and Anastasia expected something important,"Those kooks know how to party. And they have the greatest liquor, man".

"The music could be better", Pope shrugged and raised his cup to his lips. But before he could take a sip, Kiara and Anastasia squealed at the same time.

"Take back everything you said, Pope!", Anastasia yelled, grabbing his and Kiaras hand once she stood up. Before her friends could do anything about it, Anastasia already dragged them off to the dance floor.

"Wait this is Love Song playing?!", Pope cheered once he recognized the music,"Where are we going?".

"We are gonna dance to Love Song", Anastasia explained.

"I don't know how to dance!".

"Kie is gonna show you", Anastasia winked at her friend and placed Popes hand into Kiaras.
She stepped back and watched her friends dance. A proud smile was on her lips. This party went according to plan.

Rafe had been keeping an eye on Anastasia ever since she stepped inside and started to drink. A smirk lingered on his lips. Anastasia finally stopped avoiding alcohol. He knew what effect liquor had on her and he was all about it.

"Oh I'm sorry". Anastasia turned around only to see Topper, who just bumped into her on accident.

"It's fine", she smiled,"Actually I am sorry. For, you know, spitting at you at the bonfire".

She added once Topper started laughing:"It was an accident, I swear!".

"I forgive you", Topper chuckled but his expression quickly changed back to a blank, slightly sad face.

"You good?", Anastasia asked with an assuring smile on her lips.

"Yeah it's just - Sarah". Topper rolled his eyes. He clearly didn't want to talk about it, Anastasia guessed once Topper just waved goodbye and walked off somewhere - it looked like he was going downstairs.

Downstairs was never a good idea. Rafe was always sitting somewhere a little further away from the music, selling drugs - well mostly doing drugs.
Therefore Anastasia decided to not follow Topper.

Instead she turned around, looking for JJ and John B. Both of them were sitting on a couch watching Pope and Kiara dance.
Anastasia walked up to them.
"Guys come on! Get up, dance!".

A laugh escaped JJs lips watching Anastasia pout once they didn't get up. She was still wearing his hoodie and JJ couldn't deny that she looked more than cute wearing it. Still he wasn't the type of guy to dance in his rather sober state.
"We're not drunk enough, Ana!".

"And I don't have a dance partner", John B argued. He already expected his best friend to dance with Anastasia and certainly he didn't want to get in between them - he in fact shipped JJ and Anastasia.

"Alright", Anastasia sighed,"Who's up for shots?".
Her mischievous grin was telling JJ everything that he needed to know. Anastasia certainly knew how to party but even more so - how to drink.

Once she downed the tequila, Anastasia kept her poker face. As if she'd actually enjoy it's taste.
In fact she did. Liquor made her feel superior, like she was a force herself. Everything standing in her way would loose.

Anastasia turned into a hurricane ready to destroy, as she was twirling around on the dance floor. JJ finally gave in after some shots and danced with her. He twirled her around, caught her in his arms whenever there was the need to.
He was holding her.

"Oh my god!", Anastasia squealed excited once she saw a blonde girl,"I totally forgot about John B!".

"What?", JJ asked with a laugh falling off his lips. But Anastasia was already walking away, pointing her finger at him:"I'll be right back, J!".

JJ just chuckled to himself watching her disappear in the crowd.
Anastasia was excited to talk to Sarah and get her to dance with John B. It was obvious that he had a crush on her, and Ana had to support John B.

But once her eyes set on Sarah, Anastasia's mood instantly dropped. The blonde girl was in the corner of the room, all alone and obviously sad.

"Hey Sarah, what happened?". Anastasia bucked down beside her.
She knew Sarah's feeling all too well. Ending up wasted, with a broken heart somewhere away from everyone.

"I-", Sarah's voice broke,"I can't tie this".

Without the need to say something, Anastasia helped Sarah tie the knot of the cover up she was wearing over her purple bikini. Then the blonde explained how Topper was being all nice to her the entire day, but back on the rooftop she still couldn't sleep with him - something felt off.

"Oh Sarah. That's totally okay", Anastasia soothed,"The fact that Topper isn't man enough and it hurt his ego is his problem and not your fault".

"Really?".

"I promise", Anastasia smiled softly and took Sarah's hand into hers. She changed the topic:"Your dad told me you play Tennis. How about we play tomorrow?".

"I used to train with Topper", Sarah smiled bittersweet,"But I'd like that".

"Fuck those boys", Anastasia sent Sarah a wink, making her laugh out loud. And after making sure Sarah was able to get home safely, Anastasia was standing all alone in the hallway.

Being alone and drunk wasn't good for Anastasia. There was a feeling creeping up inside of her. Desire.
The brunette wanted something she knew she shouldn't want nor have.
But she was force and would get everything she'd want.

Anastasia made her way towards the basement. The magnifying feeling forced her to go downstairs. With a smirk on her lips she entered the basement. The room was dark and smelled like hard liquor and something else.

Within seconds her eyes found him.
Rafe Cameron was sitting on a couch. Small white lines were laying on the glass table; money bills right next to it.
Next to him was Topper, on his other side was a girl Anastasia didn't know. But she was already disliking her - her legs were resting on Rafes lap, obviously trying to get him to look at her for longer than the fracture of a second.

For a hot second Anastasia regretted that she wasn't wearing her red dress - Rafes lapdog was wearing a mini dress exposing most of her legs.
For the fracture of a second Anastasia wanted to go over there and do something about it.
But she didn't. Instead Anastasia leaned against the wall behind her, her eyes still focused on Rafe and his surroundings.

"You shouldn't be here", a stranger spoke up, eyeing Anastasia's entire body,"Dressed like that".

"Oh get over yourself", Anastasia couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't even need to look at this guy next to her. She already knew this was gonna be some prick, who actually thought this was some secret club to do cocaine - when it was just in the basement of a house party.

"But I saw you in the pool", he continued even though Anastasia didn't give of the impression that she was even listening,"If you take off that sweater - man, I'll even buy you a line or two".

Anastasia was ignoring him as well as she could, until he raised his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Even though she had been drinking, her reaction was still on point - grabbing the creeps hand and shoving him away.
"Keep your hands to yourself!".

"Or what?", he asked amused and Anastasia rolled her eyes. Who does he think he is?

"You're gonna regret that you dared to even look at her".
Anastasia knew that sound all too well.
His voice.

Rafe had the creep pinned against the wall within seconds, staring at him.
"I'm sorry bro. I didn't know she was your girl!".

Rafes lips curled up into a smirk and he spat:"Leave".

Mister creep left and Anastasia glared at Rafe before she forced herself to turn away and look at the glass table and the couch were Rafe used to sit.

"No thank you?", he asked. The smirk was still on his lips when he eyed Anastasia.

"No". Her short answer amused Rafe and how she avoided eye contact.
His lapdog was already staring at Anastasia with an annoyed face expression, which almost made Ana chuckle.

"I knew you'd come". Rafe smiled superior. His past with Anastasia was something that he could never forget. "We always find each other".

Anastasia took a deep breath, but it certainly wasn't enough to calm her nerves. She hissed, rolling her eyes:"I'm not here because of you, Rafe".

His name had never sounded so heavenly. In face he always felt better being around her rather than anyone else.
His gaze trembled down her body, but once he saw the sweater Anastasia was wearing, Rafes smirk dropped. How it was way to baggy, the sleeves swallowed her entire hand. It belong to a guy.
Jealousy spread in every cell of his body and his jaw clenched.

"Then what are you here for? The cocaine? The tequila?", Rafe snapped back, clearly provoking her. He was needed to get under her skin.
"I know you, I know your weaknesses".

The brunette debated what to answer.
Maybe her longing for him and the cocaine made her feet carry her downstairs.
But it was wrong.
This was wrong.

"I don't have any weaknesses, Rafe".
Her hazel eyes met his blue ones. God, how badly she wanted to drown in them. Get lost and never to be found. After all Rafe used to be her sweet escape.

"You're still here, Anastasia", Rafe answered staring into her eyes,"Even though you said you'd 'never want to see me again'. That I 'ruined your life'!".

- The lock clicked. The door was closed right behind her. "What the hell Rafe?!". Her fist hit the white wooden door again, and again and again. Over and over and over. "Open the door!".
"I can't. I can't let you out until you calm down, okay?!". His voice sounded muffled through the closed door separating them. "You need to stop and calm down! Your gonna kill yourself!".
She cried out loud. "Are you doing this because you care about me?!". Fists banging against the wood, multiple times. "If you ever cared about me, you wouldn't have sold me these damn drugs!".
Rafe sighed and rested his head against the door once the banging stopped. "I'm sorry".
"You did this to me!". Another cry. "This is all your fault! You made me fall for you a-and got me a-addicted. You ruined my life!".
Silence.
Rafe couldn't answer. Did she actually like him? The beauty he never thought he could ever call his. The goddess.
"If you won't open this door right now, I will hate you. For the rest of my life". Her voice was dangerously calm and serious. Yet Rafe didn't open the door. He turned around and she could only hear his footsteps leaving the room. -

Once the past replayed in Anastasia's head, she blinked away the tears forming in her eyes. The girl from the flashback was long gone. Dead. Buried.

"You forgot the part when I promised you I'd 'hate you, for the rest of my life'". Anastasia's voice was cold. Rafe swallowed hard. She sounded just like back then.

"You should know, Rafe". Anastasia leaned forward, dangerously close to his face; so close they could feel their breath on each others skin. "I intend to keep my promises".

Rafes heart skipped a beat once her lips parted and Anastasia added with the most gorgeous smile on her lips:"I'm only here to remind you again".

His blue eyes watched Anastasia's silhouette as she was leaving him speechless and breathless. Once again she surprised him; did everything he didn't expect. She was pure chaos; light and darkness - but most importantly: she was someone he longed for.

Ever since the night she left him.
Wearing her red dress.
Speeding away in her getaway car.
The last time he had seen her before Obx.
The day Anastasia mastered revenge.