Vixen's Revenge [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

JENNA

Bryce pulled up at Luke's house on Friday night. He stared at it for a long time, not saying a word. Luke's house was huge and stunning, with its lush floral front yard and sharp, modern architecture, but I knew that wasn't the reason why my overprotective older brother was gawking in disbelief.

In front of Luke's house were a group of older, ink-covered guys already getting high, engulfed in the clouds of smoke from their joints. There were other kids from my high school dancing wildly on a second floor balcony, the vibrations of a popular EDM song blasting through the building. In the front yard and the porch, red Solo cups and beer bottles were everywhere, from people's hands to the porch floor to Mrs. Luke's perfectly trimmed flower bushes.

I would agree that it was a little more rowdy than my usual scene, but this was the party of the year, and there's nothing that's going to stop me from going in.

Bryce turned in the driver's seat to face me. "That's not the house, right? 'Cause if it is you're not going to that party."

No, no, no! All Bryce had to do was say no, and my partying days will be over before they even started.

"That's not Luke, it's just his junkie brother. He doesn't even hang out with us," I muttered, hoping he'd buy it.
But Bryce gave me his classic 'I'm not convinced' look, and I groaned in frustration.

"Bryce! Everyone who is... anyone is coming! I'm cheer captain!
I'm like, obliged to be there!" I whined.
Why was he being such a pain?

"Jenna, Mom and Dad left you in my care, and I'm not letting them down!" my brother said authoritatively. "Especially not with all the psycho-who-kills-school-girls stuff going on around here.
He could be one of those guys over there!"
Bryce glared at Luke's brother and his friends with disgust.

"I'll be home by 11:30. Please, Bryce, you're gonna ruin my social life!"

"Pft, I highly doubt missing one party is going to ruin your social life."

"Pleaaase?" I pleaded with my cutest puppy eyes.

After a long silence, he finally sighed and said, "No later than 11:30, Jen, and I mean it."

I jumped happily in my seat and grinned. Puppy eyes always work on him.
"Don't worry," I said as I got out of the car, "I'll be home by then."

I stood on the curb and watched him drive away before I went inside.

The party was awesome. Luke always had the best parties, and they're even better when his parents were out of town. Luke waved when he saw me and signaled for me to come over.
As I went to him, I saw Vixen Kent glaring at me from across the room, her hazelnut coloured eyes full of hatred.

"She's just jealous," I told myself.
Luke had recently broken up with her, and she was still pissed about it, even more so when she saw that he started dating me, but I didn't care–finally she was out of the way, and Luke was all mine.

"Hey pretty," Luke greeted when I got to him. He kissed my cheek, and in the corner of my eyes I saw Vixen roll her eyes and walk out the door.

"Suit yourself," I said to myself, and I turned back to Luke.

We danced all night to all the greatest songs, and soon I lost track of time.
In the middle of the night, Luke led me to his basement. Some other kids from school were there. I went three shades paler when I saw what they were doing.

Everywhere I looked someone was holding some kind of drug. Some kids laughed as a boy choked on some. What was so funny about a kid on the verge of suffocation?

I felt sick. Bryce was right, I shouldn't be here. I wasn't the kind of person did this kind of stuff. Vixen was. Luke and his friends too, but since we started dating last month, he had never put me in a situation like this. I thought I was being a good influence, unlike Vixen. I thought I had changed him.

Suddenly I felt extremely stupid. What did I expect when I started dating the most notorious boy at school, or even the whole neighbourhood? I tried to back out, but Luke noticed and pulled me forward. "Hey Jenna, don't tell me you're afraid of having a little fun? Or do we have a chicken for cheer captain?" He said the last words loudly, so everyone turned to look at us.

My eyes scanned the room. From jocks to even some straight-A star students, everyone who was anyone was where I didn't want to be. They had their eyes glued on me, waiting for me to make a decision.

I spent the whole freshman year building myself the reputation of a smart, pretty, and popular cheerleader at school. Deep down I knew it wasn't really that important, but it's three years later and it feels like I'm nothing without it. I wasn't about to ruin all my hard work over this. To me at that moment, that was definitely worse than getting high for just one night.

I picked up a Vodka on the table and gulped down the bitter liquid. It took all my strength to keep it down.
But I did, and everyone cheered.

"Let's party!" I yelled.

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I knew it was past my curfew, but after three drinks and whatever Luke and his friends gave me, I was too high to care. I was shouting my feelings out for everyone to hear.

"I hate Vixen Kent! Cheers to that anybody?" Some girls next to me clinked their glasses with mine. I was laughing hysterically but I felt so sick inside. I didn't want to be here.
I was here because of her.

Luke liked the daring kind of girls, and that word fit Vixen perfectly. Always up for crazy 'adventures'.
And she was a beauty, too, with her curly black hair, perfect curves, and deep brown eyes that looked like pools of milk chocolate.

I was pretty too, with golden blonde hair and electric blue eyes, but I needed more than that.
If I wanted a chance with Luke, I have to be better than Vixen.

And the first step was proving that I'm 'adventurous', and not chicken.

Just thinking about all the things I had to do to prove that made me more sick. I weakly rose to my feet and stumbled into the small bathroom, where I threw up almost everything I forced down.

I must have passed out in there or something, because I was awaken by a shrill scream and what sounded like millions of feet running upstairs.

I got up, opened the door, and looked out.
Everybody was rushing upstairs.

I closed the door again and sat on the toilet seat. I was still dizzy and nauseous from all the alcohol, and the world was spinning like a merry-go-round. I leaned against the toilet, trying to stabilize myself before I tried standing again.

Then there was more shuffling and screaming from upstairs, and it finally dawned on me that something was very wrong.

Panicked, I quickly climbed out of the bathroom and made it upstairs, and then I followed some kids that were rushing to the back of house.
A bunch of people were crowded in a circle around something.
I forced my way through the crowd till I made it to the front.
I couldn't believe what I saw.

Lying in the grass, covered in blood, there was a girl.

There was Vixen Kent.