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Chapter 1

-Harry-

I didn't know where I was going.

I didn't know what I was doing.

All I did know was that I was running as fast as I could in the opposite direction of the cops.

Smashing a beer bottle on someone's head isn't that bad, right?

I mean, the guy deserved it. I was just standing in line minding my own business, when all of a sudden this drunken douche bag with a mustache decided he wants to get right in front of me.

I did what any normal person would've done and smashed the closed thing on his head. Seriously, did the cops really have to show up?

Shit. Shit. Shit. I hear a siren right behind me. I jump over the nearest fence and hope they don't see me.

-Grace-

I walk inside to get some more Dr. Pepper and when I get back the whole yard is chaos.

Apparently some maniac jumped over the fence and crashed our graduation party.

Just my luck. Every time I decide to go out of my way to do something nice, it gets ruined.

-Harry-

As soon as I tumble to the ground from jumping over the fence, there are gasps and shouts heard from people who are in the backyard of this typical rich-kid house.

It looks like they are having some kind of lame party. There's a banner hung from some trees that reads "Congrats Grads."

They call this a party? Coke, chips, and some music is not what I would call a party. At all.

What I would call a party, is the ones they throw every Friday and Saturday at the sororities of UCLA.

Every type of alcohol know to man scattered around, hooking up with a different girl every weekend, and spin the bottle. This weekend it was Mindy. Ahh Mindy...

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a middle-aged man with brown hair screaming at me.

"Who are you? What do think your doing here? This is a private party young man. I could have you arrested for breaking and entering!"

"Calm your tits!" I fire back.

He hastily stormed away, I'm guessing to call the cops.

That must be my cue to exit through the gate of the backyard.

I quickly stand up and try to exit and I realize that the gate is locked.

What the actual fuck? I guess I'm trapped in here with a bunch of preppy spoiled brats. Oh joy.

-Grace-

I saw him lying on the ground being screamed at by my dad. Poor kid. He was probably about 19 or 20 and he had the greenest eyes and the curliest brown hair I had ever seen. Boy was he

attractive.

What was I saying? I mentally slapped myself back to reality. He had ripped black skinny jeans and a dirty white shirt with the sleeves cut off. His toned biceps were being exposed- a lot.

I was oohing and awing over him in my head when, again, I was slapped back into reality. But this time, it wasn't by my self conscious. It was by a someone with a British accent screaming curse words at the top of his lungs. As I looked ahead, I saw the curly- haired boy being handcuffed.

That's when I realized that my backyard was flooded with cops and all that could be heard were sirens.

-Harry-

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" I bellowed.

"The more cooperative you are, the easier this will be," some police officer replied.

As I was being handcuffed, I noticed this girl who was standing in the midst of all of this chaos in the backyard.

Most of the people had left the backyard, except her and that man that had been yelling at me earlier.

She looked kind of out of place. She was this proper, well-dressed, snobby- looking girl, in the middle of a bunch of cops.

That's when I took a closer look at her. She had curly blonde hair and captivating blue eyes. That's right. I just used the word captivating. I'm a genius.

She was beautiful.

That's when I was pulled out of the the back gate and stuffed into a police car. Why wasn't that gate open when I needed it?

Author's Note

Hey so the first few chapter SUCK and I'm really sorry, but please keep reading becuase I promise it gets wayyyy better!