Crazy beautiful Love {New Version} Editing

Prologue

The beginning of sophomore year was the beginning of everything.

It was a Saturday night - a night for partying. A few kids at school decided to throw a “Back to School” party; as school started again in a week. My best friend, Alec Snow, had dragged me along with him to this party. Right now, he was currently making out with some girl that he had ditched me for as soon as we got here. Some friend he was. I could tell he was drunk as hell - I wasn’t sure if he even knew which girl he was sucking face with. Drinks were being passed around like it was a competition and almost everyone was drunk. Everywhere you looked people were having a good time; talking to their friends or just dancing. I was a part of the crowd of teenagers who were hanging out in the corner together, but not talking to each other. A girl in front of me stopped talking to a really hot guy that I didn’t know, and headed towards me.

“You look like you’re having fun.” She commented sarcastically. Did I know her?

“Oh, yeah, let me tell you.” I replied, somewhat puzzled. “So, whose party is this?” I asked, making conversation with the strange girl.

“Oh, it’s Devan Jackson’s. He wanted to throw a party before we all went back to school." She explained. It didn’t make any sense to me, though, because I didn’t have a clue who he was. When I didn’t say anything in reply, she walked away; back to her hot partner. Another random person - this time a cute guy - walked over to me and offered me a drink.

“Um, thanks.” I said hesitantly. “But no thanks, I’m trying to stay away from the alcohol, tonight.” I just didn’t want to go home and be hangover the next morning; and plus I don’t want my mother to be on my case once again. I mean, who cares if I go out every weekend and do whatever the hell I want. I love partying and love smoking weed. I’m not her little girl anymore.

The cute guy frowned at me and gave me a playful punch on the shoulder. “C’mon, it won’t kill you Britany, just have one drink with me,” he said. I didn’t ask how he knew my name - Alec seemed to know quite a few of these people and he had probably mentioned me.

The cute guy was now looking at me with a hang-dog expression on his face. I sighed, but he continued to pout at me until I took a sip out of the blue cup he offered me. He smiled at me, and as the night went on and my cup grew empty, the vodka kicked into my system. I felt myself becoming more giggly and loud. I couldn't keep still and I got up to dance. The music inspired me to sway side to side in a way that I had never thought I would dance. Eventually, I made my way over to the cute guy who gave me the drink in the first place. He was looking even cuter, as more alcohol hit my system.

I gapped the almost empty vodka bottle out of his hand and started to drink the rest of it without a care in the world. I swallowed down the vile liquid and continued swaying my hips to the music. “Wanna dance?” I asked him. He readily agreed, pulling me close on the dance floor.

Several drinks - and what I was sure would be hundreds of dead brain cells - later, I found myself practically hanging onto to him as I attempted to stay upright and he laughed at me.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs, babe.” He said, taking my hand. Nodding drunkenly, I followed him up the stairs and found myself in a dark room that vibrated with the bass from the music coming from down the stairs; you could hear My Chemical Romance all the way up in the bedroom.

“What are we doing up here?” I asked. I let out a light laugh as I realized I was too drunk to know what was about to happen. I followed him to the bed and lay down next to him. It was like I was completely out of control of my own body, let alone my thoughts.

“Babe, we’re gonna have a little fun okay?” He told me, as he moved closer to me. I nodded and somehow the room began to feel hotter. Doing the first thing that came to my mind, I stripped out of my hot pink skinny jeans and black tank-top, then lay back down on the bed with him.

A thought occurred to me so I asked him. “You never told me your name - what is it?”

“I would be Devan Jackson.” He replied.

I nodded, his name seemed to ring a bell in my mind but I couldn’t focus on it long enough to drag out the memory. Devan’s hands brought me back to the present and I tensed slightly as I felt him rubbing my body, but it felt good in a way, so I didn't push him off. He began to kiss my breast, and then unhooked my bra and threw it on the opposite side of the room. It all felt great to me in my drunken state so I pulled off his shirt, wanting to join in.

After a few minutes of heated making out, I watched lazily as Devan climbed on top of me and gave me a little grin as he began to tug on my underwear, teasing me with his lips.

What seemed like seconds later his body was on top of mine, and we were both breathing heavily.

I knew deep down right away that this night had just gone all wrong.

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