Chapter One

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     The night was dark, the moon almost absent from the sky. A soft breeze blew as the trees swayed and danced, making their leaves rustle against each other softly. Livian Meadows, a 5'4, tan skinned, red haired 17-year-old, was a High School student at Los Angeles High School. She wasn't a very popular student, but she wasn't one of the lesser ones either. She sat happily in between the two. She didn't care about popularity, never did, but tonight she was asked to a local party that was being thrown by the Quarterback of the football team. She didn't really know why she was invited, hell she didn't know why she had gone in the first place, but she did.
     Here she was, arriving at the two-story home. It was big. She had heard that his parents were big time people, his father a doctor and his mother a surgeon, which also meant they were rarely home. She made her way up the driveway, stepping up to the single black door that had glass inlayed into the center of it. As she made her way inside, the music bumped, and people danced and pushed into each other. She made her way through the Croud as she felt someone grab her arm, pulling her aside as she came face to face with her best friends, Eve and Cynthia. Cynthia was a cheerleader for the football team, and the most popular out of the three. She was 5'3, had dirty blonde hair that almost touched her ass, icy blue eyes, and had a gorgeous body. Eve on the other hand was 5'7, light brown hair that was kept in layers and fell a little passed her shoulders, and bright green eyes. She had more of a toned masculine frame compared to the other two in the group, which Livian admired in a way.
     Cynthia was dressed in a blush pink cropped shirt that stopped right above her pierced belly button. She wore ripped jean shorts that barely covered her ass and Nike Air Force Ones on her feet. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun, also having mascara and a bit of lip-gloss on her lips, which was a typical outfit for her. Eve was in an oversized KISS t-shirt and some mom jeans that had some small holes in the black checkered vans on her feet. She had her hair in a low ponytail, having no makeup on whatsoever. Livian wore a cropped white shirt that Cynthia let her borrow, it is having a V neckline to expose some of her cleavage. The top stopped right at her belly button, also in a pair of dark denim jean shorts that covered her ass well but showed that she wasn't lacking in that aspect. She wore a pair of her own black high-top converse. Her hair was left down, Cynthia applying a light coat of lip gloss and doing Livian's mascara.

     Cynthia looked you over with a smile, sipping from her red solo cup. "oh. my. fucking. god. Liv! You look HOT!" Eve looked you over with a nod as she sipped from her steel straw, having her own cup.

     Their reaction caused a light blush to form on Livian's face. "Guys, I don't even know why I came. I mean I only really know you two."

"That is exactly why we asked you to come. Expand your social life." Eve smiled as she looked to Liv, slightly moving to the beat of the rhythm.

     No sooner than Eve spoke, Livian heard a male's voice behind her. "Livian?"

     She turned around to see no other than Josh, the high school Quarterback, the one who threw this party. He looked her up and down as he had an almost shocked expression on his face. Her face grew red, looking to her friends who were now no longer there.

"H-Hi Josh." She smiled shyly as he offered her a cup of the spiked juice, taking it from him as he smiled.

"You look great tonight. When Cynthia told me you were coming, I almost didn't believe her." he spoke as he sipped from his cup, having a look in his eye.

     She could tell he had been drinking for a while. He had to have been. The way he slurred some of his words, the way he stood, and the way he just up and spoke to her. It was like she was like the popular kids for the night, and honestly, she didn't mind it. He pulled her closer as he smiled, holding her waist with the softest touch, moving against her as they began to dance. She doesn't understand what has gotten into herself, but that night she let loose.

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