The Bad Boy Made Me Do It

✥Vul·ner·a·ble✥

vul·ner·a·ble

adjective

susceptible to physical or emotional attack or harm.

✥Chapter One✥

Graduating high school was torture, pure and utter torture. The formal dresses, the sophisticated meetings. It was all suffocating. Of course graduating high school when you're the sheriff's daughter, and also the grand-daughter to a wealthy businessman, one should expect these kinds of things.

But all that was over now. I was eighteen, I was graduated, and it was time to celebrate, and I'm not talking about sparkling wine glasses and hefty feasts, I'm talking cheap beer and chips in a bowl.

Now I must admit, I've never been to a party once in my life, and the only alcohol that's ever been touched by me is when I accidentally mistook my father's wine for my cranberry juice. Since my best friend Julia (a total whack-job bound for the gang life) is hosting this year's end of school party, I'm allowed to attend since he trusts and knows her.

He's going to be regretting this when he's called to break up the party.

The car halted in front of Julia's house, and I exited the taxi, straightening my silver tube dress and rubbing my red lips together a final time. I fixed my dark brown hair as I walked up to the door, fluffing it out more. There was nothing I despised more than pin-straight hair.

I didn't bother knocking and headed inside, struggling to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. So this was what a party looked like. Julia's once nice house was completely trashed. Red cups scattered every surface available, chips and food were spewed across the room, toilet paper hanging from the polished wooden rafts in the ceiling.

Not to forget my classmates as well. They were everywhere, lounging on couches, perched atop counter-tops, leaning on walls, and of course we couldn't forget the several people making out with each other, most of which already were in a relationship with someone else.

I spotted Julia and the rest of our friends down the hall and in the kitchen, leaning against what looked like a table strictly for booze.

I made my way through crowds of people dancing to the blaring music, all of them either drunk or making their way there. I covered my nose, cowering away from one girl as she vomited all over the wall. A bubble of space was formed around her as people walked away, casting her dirty looks even though they were a few sips away from the same fate as well.

"Terra!" Julia called, clearly plastered. She reached for me, stumbling over the floor beneath her and I suddenly realized why she had been clinging to the booze-table.

I caught her, supporting her weight. She steadied herself, gesturing to our other friends. I greeted them briefly, not knowing whether they'd remember my name. They were that far gone down their cups. I stationed myself in front of the table, choosing something that looked the least harmless.

It was called Jack Daniel's. I poured it into a red cup, bringing it to my lips and cringing at the taste. I downed it quickly, shaking my head as the taste burned and simmered in my mouth. This was awful! I didn't get why people liked it so much.

"Let's go swim!" Julia yelled over the music, grabbing my arm and tugging weakly. I nodded, holding up a finger as I dumped the rest of my drink down my throat.

I barely had time to cringe before I was dragged off. I dropped my cup, feeling the alcohol hit me like a rock. I wasn't even aware when Julia had let go of my arm, and I was stumbling through the crowd of people.