Prove It.

story {chapter ten}

So I suppose, you'd like to know the truth about what happened to Nichola Fae Astherbe, wouldn't you?

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"Nich, I'm not sure you should go to that party. You know what's happened at that house, you don't need to go." Jack warned, watching his beloved girlfriend apply her lipstick.

"Jack, it's fine. I'm going with Tracy and Beth anyways, I'll be fine." She replied, smacking her lips together.

"But, Nichola.. They're not the most, responsible of friend's. Didn't they ditch you at a party a few months ago?" He said, standing up off of her bed.

"Since when do you have anything against those two? So what, they're fine." She persuaded - more to herself than Jack.

Jack sighed, "I guess, but don't drink anything a stranger gives you, okay? And don't do drugs, and don't grind on anybody, just don't. And also don-"

She cut him off with a kiss, silencing his safety rant. She knew, he explained this every time she went out.

Her dark red lipstick stuck slightly to his lips, only noticing once they had parted. At this time, her hands were on his shoulders and his were on her waist.

"I know, okay? I'll be safe, I promise." She whispered, staring into his eyes. A small smile mirrored on each other's faces, causing them to grow wider by the second.

"I love you." He said, kissing her nose lightly. She blushed ((as per usual)) though being covered in a solid layer of foundation.

"And I love you." She whispered back, smiling at the boy whom she was completely and utterly in love with.

"I'll miss you, Nich." He said, pulling her in closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck gently, and his slightly tighter around her waist.

"I'll miss you t-" She was cut off by the doorbell ringing, sighing as she saw Beth's car waiting outside their house.

"I gotta go, but I'll be home before 2, okay?" She said one last time as they unravelled each other from their grips.

"Bye, Nich. I love you, be safe!" He exclaimed watching her walk to her friend's car. But unfortunately, he knew. He knew that something bad would happen that night. Something very, very bad.

As the three girls drove to the destination, Beth and Tracy talked whilst Nichola remained silent. She knew it too, she had the feeling that something terrible would happen tonight.

On the street of the party, cars littered the long street, almost as if dropped into random places on the road. The thundering music and lights displayed all over the seemingly deserted street.

The three parked at a random place on the street, I mean it's not like they'll be driving home, right? They walked up the concrete steps on the lawn, the few men outside there whistling as Nichola's dress rode up slightly. She sent them a heavy glare where as her "friends" just winked at the men.

The closer to the front yard they got, the more in smelt of alcohol and marijuana, the louder the music got, and the drunker the guests became.

Nichola instinctively pulled down her tight black dress, her decision of both coming here and wearing such a revealing dress. Her little black dress as it were, only reached about half way down her thighs, and her legs bare with the base of simple black heels.

The girls at this party had dresses smaller than their glasses, and the men with lower pants than the girls' standards. Why did she agree to go to a college frat party? A fake ID was handed to her by Tracy as they made their way to the front of the house.

Of course, it being a fucking frat party they had to have a fake ID. Glancing at the picture of the woman whom Nichola was supposedly, she grimaced. This girl looked nothing like Ms. Astherbe, but I suppose if you tilt your head slightly to the left and squint, and maybe in a certain light it- it didn't look at all like her.

Somehow, the bouncer was convinced the three were of legal age, when in fact they weren't, half of the guests weren't even close to 18, let alone the legal drinking age of 21.

The walls and people were bouncing around to the beat of the booming music, drinks being spilt and dropped, and probably more things other than illegal drug use and underage drinking was going to happen tonight.

The three girls wandered their way towards the back of the frat house, towards the kitchen where the drinks were. Through the journey towards the destination, Tracy's jet black waves and Beth's blonde straight hair had become lost within the crowd of dancing and intoxicated minors.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here?" A blond boy appeared, obviously noticing the girl's confused and distressed face.

Could she really trust this stranger? Her eyes graced over his features, from blond short hairs to bright and mischievous blue hues. He looked like he could be trusted enough, he didn't look much older than the 16 year old girl.

She nodded eagerly, just per the fact of getting out of such a crowded place. Once they reached the back porch behind the kitchen, she could finally breathe without inhaling marijuana smoke or the stench of alcohol.

She smiled slightly, seeing the backyard free of drunks or bimbo's.

"So what's your name?" He asked, looking over at the brunette.

"Uhm, Nichola." She replied shyly. Why had she agreed to going outside with this stranger anyways?

"That's a pretty name for a pretty lady." He winked, "My name's Riley." He finished.

She blushed unintentionally, as when it came to compliments flying her way, she naturally blushed. Though the only boy apart from her father that had ever complimented was her one and only Jack.

And usually when there's one compliment, there's bound to be more, especially in this situation.

"So uh, how bout we go back to my place?" He smirked. Oh no. No no no no no.

"I uh, um, I have a boyfriend? So uh, but um, thanks for the offer. I've really got to be going, so uh, nice meeting you." She stuttered out, standing up in her heels off of the wooden steps.

"Where do you think you're going?" He boomed, grabbing Nichola by the wrist tightly.

"Oh my god, you're- you're.. No you-"

"Riley Fletcher, in the flesh." He grinned, his title standing proud on his name.

Riley Fletcher, had a history. A history, that one was not to be proud of.

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A/N ; sooOo0oo0ooOoOooo0o yeah that's part one and yeah any guesses of who Riley Fletcher is? oH by the way I passed my math course that I was sure I was gonna fail so go me bUt yeah ilyasm stay fab