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THREE.

[TW: SEXUAL HARASSMENT]

[ANGELICA'S POV]

The party was already in full swing the moment we stepped in the entryway. As I expected, Harry got a few strange stares his way since he was taller than almost all of the teens and was wearing business attire.

"Hey Angelica!" Someone shouted from the living room. My eyes followed the voice and saw Tyler, the kid who was hosting the party.

"Aye! Why'd you bring your dad? Are you trying to get us all busted?" He yelled over the loud music pulsing through the house. My cheeks automatically flushed. What the hell was I supposed to say? How do I explain that my dad's boss had to come with me? That's so embarrassing! Luckily, I didn't have to cover for myself, because Harry did it for me.

"I'm a family friend." He simply said. Tyler just shrugged and gave an approved nod in response, going back to whatever he was doing.

Harry leaned down into my ear and whispered "But I can be your daddy if you want."

My eyes grew wide as I turned to look him in the face, cheeks getting hot. He was staring intently back at me with those insane green eyes. Suddenly his face broke out into a smile. "Lighten up sweetheart, you look like you've seen a ghost! That was just a joke. Do I really look old enough to be your dad?"

I forced a fake laugh. "No..."

I scanned the room for Jessica, assuming she was already here. I was desperate to get out of this awkward situation and away from Harry. God, I needed a drink. Finally I saw her, bouncy brown curls and a flashy gold top, that was definitely my best friend.

"Um Harry, I'm going to go with a friend now, do you mind leaving me alone?"

"Sure, I'll just be around here." He gestured with his hand. "But remember what your dad said, behave yourself. If you don't, you might have to be punished-"

I was already power walking away from him once he said sure. Did I hear that last part right? Oh well, I was already planning how I could escape his stare for the rest of the night.

"Angela! Hey, you made it!" Jessica embraced me tightly. "Okay fill me in! What happened and who's that hot guy you came with!"

Hot? I guess, more like good looking, but my dad worked for him, that was just...weird.

"Just a family friend." I half lied just as Harry had done. I wasn't sure I wanted Jess knowing that he was my father's boss.

"Well if I was you, I'd fuc-"

"Let's go get some drinks, I'm parched." I quickly cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of what she was going to say. I dragged her into the kitchen and glanced around for Harry, before pouring two full cups of who knows what type of alcohol. I downed it almost quicker than I poured it. The warm, burning sensation tickled my throat.

"Let's dance!" Jess exclaimed after we both got another drink. The living room was where most of the people were, dancing, grinding, and chugging drinks. I was surprised the cops weren't over here yet. This was one of the largest parties I've been to! Boogie by Brockhapmton pounded from the speakers as I began to move my body to the beat. Jessica had disappeared already even though I could've sworn she was right next to me two seconds ago. I was used to this, she usually left to go dance with a boy.

Boys usually came to me first so I didn't have to search for one. My second drink was in my system and I already craved another. What ever was in this drink was strong and addictive! The room was blending into blurs of colors, I had to blink to see clearly again.

"Hey baby." A voice said from behind. I recognized that tone, it was Jason. I turned to face him. He was holding two cups filled nearly to the top, threatening to spill over. He held one out to me and I downed it happily. "Thanks."

Jason and I kind of had a thing sophomore year. We acted like we were dating but never admitted it. He was one of the first people I've ever hooked up with. He was a pretty good hook up every once in awhile when we were both bored.

"Dance with me?" He asked slyly.

This was another time I was bored, so I gladly agreed. I began to grind into his front. Swirling my hips to the beat of the song. His hands enclosed on my hips, helping to guide me. I could hear his low groaning over the music. I regretted wearing this dress. It was so short and tight, one small movement and it threatened to show off my black thong. At least everyone in the room was too busy to notice.

Jason however, did notice. His hands moved lower to the hem on the dress, well past my mid thighs.

"Come with me." He whispered into my ear. My judgment was awful at the moment since I had three heavy drinks in my body. Agreeing with him, I let him lead me to a side room. It was one of the guest bedrooms. My head began to spin, one part of me said this wasn't a good idea because I was drunk, and the other part of me said do it because why not? I havent had sex in months!

I laid down on the bed when the room started spinning. Maybe drinking that much all at once wasn't a good idea. Jason crawled over to me and sat in front of me. His greedy hands began lifting my dress over the rest of my thighs and up my stomach, revealing my thong. I felt to weak to stop him. He sucked in a breath when the dress was up to my chest, showing off a black bra covering my breasts.

He began touching me all over, moving his hands along my thighs, up to my stomach and groping my chest. I couldn't take this anymore. I just wanted to go home, or find Jessica and dance with her, not some stupid horny boy. How did I even get here? I began trying to tug my dress down from where it rested on my collarbones. I pulled it to my stomach until Jason slapped my hands away.

"Don't cover up for me." He snapped.

"I don't want to do this." I told him, practically pleaing.

"Why? You've always done this with me before. Do you have a new fuck buddy or something?"

"No."

He tried moving my dress back upwards again. Now it turned into a tug of war match, my tiny dress being the victim.

"Stop." I begged him.

He didn't say a word as we wrestled around some more.

Finally the poor piece of cloth gave in and ripped right down the front. Great. He looked pleased with himself as he began unfastening my strapless bra, letting it fall onto the bed. "Jason-" I began to say. Until he cut me off "just shut up!"

He's never been this aggressive. The alcohol must be messing with his mind too.

His lips attached themselves onto my neck, collarbones, and breasts. This didn't feel the same as it used to. He was using me. The ripped dress was a lesson that I couldn't fight with him, he was stronger than me.

I got an idea and kicked him right between the legs since he was on top of me now. "Fuck!" He cursed and stopped his actions.

"Stupid bitch! Why did you do that? You've never put up a fuss like this!"

"Leave me alone!" I yelled back in his face. In response, I felt a harsh pain on my upper cheek. He slapped me. He actually hit me. That was it, I started crying. I've never felt so helpless. "Stop!" I screamed as he tried to keep kissing me again and going for the last piece of clothing I had on, my underwear. He just wouldn't give up!

"STOP!" I screamed again.

Suddenly the door came bursting in, letting a lot of bright light into the room.

"Angela?"

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