Fake

Chapter 1: The party

                Jordan above
                       Freshman year
(Ana De Armas)
Jordan's POV
The speaker's beat drove into my eardrums. I threw my arms up and blasted my legs as I jumped to the beat. My tight black dress hugged my curves and my short brown hair cascaded down to my shoulders. My red solo cup spilt every where. I didn't care though. I was drunk.

I turned to my left and saw a really cute guy. His beautiful green eyes gazed at me. He smirked. I blushed. "Take a picture. It will last longer." He said. I blushed some more. He glanced at my hand, dangling from my sides. He gently grabbed my right hand. "Wanna dance?" I smiled. "Of course." I smiled.

There we were. Him standing behind me, grasping my hips as I grinned on him. My drink was empty so I threw it and hit someone's head. His arms slid up to my ribs. I didn't notice. Then he was putting his hands together towards my chest. I gasped. I elbowed him with my left elbow and whipped my body around to face him. "What the f*ck?" He yelled, on the floor. "Don't touch new ever again like that." I screamed and walked off.

I ran outside in their beautiful garden. I sat on the bench as fast as I could. My hands hovered over my eyes when tears started streaming down my face and into my hands. The gardens flower smell filled my nose, giving off a beautiful smell.

The grass's crunchy sound came closer to me. Who's here? Is it that guy? Is he going to hurt me? I shot up and looked. I didn't see anything except for a guy in all black. Is it him? I took a step back and waited for him to hurt me. I'm used to it. Men treating me like shit. It's not like I've had my "Prince Charming." Is that even thing? Does that actually happen? Or is it just a fairytale?

He walked over to me. Sighing, I looked down. I couldn't face him while he does this to me. "Go ahead." I mumbled, a tear streaming down my face. I waited for what felt like forever for his punch or for his hand to hit my mouth and hush me while he does the deed. I waited but nothing happened. Instead, his lips pressed up on mine. My eyes widened. What is he doing? Is this what he's doing? Instead of his hand, his lips. I don't know what came over me but, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. That's when I realized it wasn't him. It was someone else! He's not going to hurt me. He's different. My eyes fluttered closed and let him take control over me. I was powerless over this stranger, but I didn't care.

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