Number One Rule

"CHUG CHUG CHUG" the room shouts at me.
My head feels like its gonna explode but my throat continues to take in the stinging liquid, the familiar burn comforting. The last of the bottle pours into my mouth and I put the empty bottle on the table. The drunken crowd lets out a cheer for the hundredth time tonight.
"Thank you, I'll be here all night." I say with a smile.
My name is Cassidy Ellington, daughter of Lisa and Richard Ellington. I'm 18 years old, and a senior in high school. I plan to go to college wherever i'm accepted, and wherever will get me farthest away from my parents. My negative father owns a few big time supermarkets in the area, and my nagging mother is a realtor here in LA. Needless to say, we have a good amount of money. I throw parties like the current one pretty often. Two thirds of the time, i'm caught by my parents, told i'm spiraling out of control, and then grounded. The whole angry and disappointed act continues for about a day, and then they're back to business and i'm back to partying. Besides them being annoying, nothing really bad happens, so I guess life is good.
I push through the crowd of people outside dancing and hanging out, not one face without a smile. Damn, I throw good parties.
As I reach the shed, a familiar smell seeps from it. I open the door to see 6 or 7 kids sat in a circle passing around an elephant pipe. When one of the girls takes a hit, it looks like she has her finger up the elephants ass. I can't help but laugh, and they hear me and turn around.
"Cas!" A kid named Rob shouts with a smile. "Hey sick party!"
"I know" I reply with a sly smile.
"Dude you need to try this, it's mixed with so much shit you'll feel so out of this world it's so fucking awesome." Rob's hand opens to reveal a small light blue capsule. I look at it for a moment and then push his hand away. I'm not in the mood to try anything new tonight.
"No thanks, i'm just looking for a dutch and some bud for now." I say. Rob reaches into his pocket and pulls out what I ask for, along with two small white pills.
"Ecstasy." He explains even though I know what it is. "I remember how much you loved it last time." He smirks and I try to think back to the last party. Judging by his expression I probably hooked up with him, but it's all too blurry for me to remember, or care. I smile back and take the offering. If I don't use them tonight I'll save them for later.
I walk into the house and head up to my room, using the key on the lock that I was forced to put in after I walked in on Sarah Parker and Robert Flinn in my bed. Long story short, it was so disturbing that I burned the mattress.
I search my dresser for a lighter and prepare to smoke. Being alone in my room saves me from having to share and from being bombarded with smoking stories. I like it better this way. I lay everything out on the bed and I notice that Rob had slipped one of the blue pills in my hand when he gave me the Ecstasy. I put it in a container with the other pills, i'll give it back to him later.
There's a sudden knock on the bedroom door. I try to ignore it and continue with what i'm doing but the knocking proceeds. With a sigh I get up and go to the door.
"What?" I say and open the door to Zayn Malik, a college guy, and a regular at my parties. He's slightly drunk, and looking hot.
"Hey Cassidy" He smiles. "What are you doing all alone up here?" He pokes his head into the room to make sure I actually am alone. I move so he can come in.
"I was just laying down..." I say.
"What do you say I lay down with you?" He closes the door behind him and walks in my direction.
"Why were you knocking on my door, anyway?" I ask him.
"I've been looking for you all night Cas, I knew you would be up here..." His mouth comes close to my neck and his warm breath makes goosebumps on my skin. He knows what he's doing.
"Well you found me.." I say. "So now what do you want to do?"
His hands grab the bottom of my shirt and lift it over my head. Zayn's a bit older than me, but he doesn't care and I sure as hell don't. I've been with older anyways.
We lay on the bed and he kisses my neck, sure to leave a few marks. I can feel his boner on my leg, and as his hands wander he seems to grow impatient. I almost laugh at how horny he is. My hands unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants to reveal his boxers, the tight band on the top low enough for me to see the few tattoos on his waist. My fingers touch him gently and his face tightens from the tease. I can't help but giggle. Seeing how impatient he is, I pull his boxers down and get started on what he's obviously craving. I take him into my mouth and his head leans back and pleasure. I move my tongue in the way I've learned from experience, and his low moans signal that he's one of the many who enjoy it. Suddenly, there's a loud and hard knock at the door. I ignore it for the second time tonight. The next knock is even harder, and somebody shouts "Cas get out here now!" To Zayn's misfortune, I stop what i'm doing and get up to go see whats so important.
I crack the door open to see my friend Emily Wake standing there, eyes wide. In a seemingly scared tone, she lets out the words,
"Your parents are home."