Prologue

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My hand shakes as I reach it out to grasp Avery's hand to keep from being left behind. It's from the jitters in my stomach. "Avery do we really have to.." My sentence is cut short by the sharp look her green pupils shoot at me.

As we make our way to the loud, but small group, I can feel the peach skin tight dress Avery's sister let me borrow riding up my thighs. I don't bother yanking the thing back down, I've tried it at least six times tonight.

Once we've finally reached the corner in which the group of rowdy boys have resided in, Avery instantly drops my hand. But I don't drop hers. I'd be damned if I was dragged here to be ditched.

"Yo Ayyyy-Vurrr-Eee!" I flinch as a tall blonde boy with a ponytail grabs the arm of Avery's that I'm holding onto for dear life. When he notices a resistance he glances at my hand then to me before grinning, a grin that smells of liquor and hundreds of naive girls.

Avery pushes me towards the group with her and I can feel my dress riding up even more. I quickly drop her hand and turn to find an exit but instead am met with more boys.

I'm suddenly spinning back around as I feel a hand on my shoulder. One of these animals. "Avery who's your friend?" I'm shocked at the voice. It's deep but soft and slurred. Not as aggressive as the others.

Avery furrows her eyebrows before looking around for me but I am blocked by the large boys. "What friend?" "Her." Right after I hear those words I am drenched with a warm and strong liquid.

"Oh my god! What the fuck is your problem kid?" My eyes lock on a boy with dark brown hair and green eyes, dressed in black jeans with a blue plain shirt and a varsity jacket.

He seems to immediately flush red and start sputtering as his buddies hoot and laugh. As I'm waiting for him to apologize, he leans his head towards me, almost drooping, and slurps at the beer that is dripping from my dress.

I push his head away from my breasts and storm off. As I'm leaving I notice that there are people with their phones out recording the ordeal. I'm heading for the door when a girl jumps into my face with her phone.

"Did Leo Poweny just motorboat you?" I look into the camera before taking her phone and stuffing it into a cup, hoping it's not waterproof. "I don't know, ask your phone."

While I'm pushing my way down the sidewalk, I can feel my eyes burning. I hate Leo Poweny.

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