WTF AM I DOING I SHOULD BE STUDYING AND DOING HOMEWORK. I SHOULD NOT BE STARTING ANOTHER FANFIC!

But...I could care less.

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~Piper McLean~

"Piper, this dress would look GREAT on you!" my best friend, Annabeth squeals, holding a black piece of material up.

I gape at her. "Are you crazy? I have a t-shirt longer than that...thing!"

"So?"

"Annabeth, I would rather not look like a total slut."

"This is Percy's party, Piper. Percy Jackson. Everyone will look like a total slut. You won't be the only one! Besides, look at what I'm wearing! My dress isn't any better." She holds up the navy blue dress she picked out.

I sigh. I know that everyone will look like a slut at his party. But do I have to look like one too?

Ugh. I can't believe this. I don't even WANT to go to his party. I'd rather stay home with a tub of ice cream and re-runs of Meet the Browns. I'm not even sure why he invited Annabeth and I to his party in the first place.

So anyway, right now, we're at the mall, picking out our clothes for the party.

"But, I don't really want to go," I mumble.

She rolls her eyes. "Piper, this is college. Our first year of college. College means parties, getting drunk, getting wasted, and HAVING FUN. You are gonna wear this dress, whether you like it or not."

"But-"

"No."

"I-"

"No."

"Annabeth-"

"No."

"This isn't-"

"Na."

"I just-"

"Nope."

"Please-"

"Nada."

I sigh. "Alright, alright. Fine. I'll wear the stupid dress and go to the stupid party."

Annabeth grins and bear-hugs me. "That's my girl!"

At the Party

We ring the doorbell, and I try my hardest to ignore the wolf-whistles coming from the wasted and drunk guys on the left, in the front yard of the mansion. A few seconds later, the door opens, revealing Percy, who's holding a bottle of beer.

He smiles at us. "Hey. You two look great."

I peek at Annabeth who blushes. "Thanks."

I manage to not roll my eyes. Annabeth has had a crush on Percy since the beginning of the semester. And I have a feeling he knows about it, too.

Personally, I'm kind of scared for her. College has only began about three months ago, and he's already managed to make a "player" reputation for himself. I hope he doesn't use Annabeth. But then again, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't fall for it. She's one of the smartest girls on campus.

"Come in," he says, leaning back, so we can come in. We enter, and I try to ignore all the couples who are shamelessly making out in the middle of the hallway.

Annabeth pulls me into the kitchen, where all the drinks are. She turns to me, holding up a beer and a whiskey. "So, which one do you want?"

I roll my eyes. "I'm not gonna get drunk."

"But-"

"Annabeth, I'm the designated driver, remember?"

"Yeah, but-"

"I'm not gonna drink."

She sighs. "Fine. Suit yourself."

I nod and watch as she opens her beer and takes a sip

Later

I can't find Annabeth.

Oh crap.

Just a few minutes ago, she was right in front of me, and was sipping her bear, obviously getting a bit intoxicated.

And now she's just...gone.

Where the hell did she go?

I walk around, trying to find her when I suddenly bump into someone.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry!" a deep voice panics.

I look up and see Lit, a guy in my Psychology class.

He meets my eyes and sighs. "Oh, hey, Piper."

"Hey, Lit," I say.

"I didn't know that parties were your thing," he says, cocking an eyebrow.

I shrug. "It's not. My friend dragged me here."

He laughs. "Oh, you mean Annabeth?"

"Yeah."

"I just saw her go out somewhere with Percy."

"What?! She ditched me?!"

"Yeah, she looked a little wasted."

"Ugh, I can't believe this."

"Hey, it's alright. I can give you company." Lit shrugs.

I bite my lip, feeling a bit uneasy. "Hmm..."

"I don't bite."

I chuckle. "Alright."

He smiles at me. "You want a drink?"

I shrug. "Okay."

We walk into the kitchen and I immediately reach for a Coke.

"No, no. You are NOT having a Coke."

I glance at Lit, confused. "What?"

"You're gonna have some vodka shots."

"But I don't drink."

"Oh, come on. You gotta loosen up a bit!"

I bite my lip. "I don't know."

"You know you want to!" he sings.

I crack a smile. "Fine."

I lost track of how many shots I had.

But guessing by how woozy I'm feeling, I'm guessing I had a lot.

Crap.

I stumble around the room and accidental bump into someone. I look up to see who it is.

Jason Grace.

The Jason Grace.

He's one of the hottest guys on campus. He's a year above me, in his second year of college. He charms his way through anything and anyone, and likes to flirt. He hooks up with a bunch of girls and has a bad-ass reputation. He gets in fights, talks back to teachers, vandalizes, smokes, and got arrested twice.

And I just bumped into him.

"Watch it," he hisses.

"S-sorry," I stammer.

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you drunk?"

"Nooo," I slur.

"You're lying."

"Maybe a little drunk."

"How many beers did you have?"

"I didn't have beersss. I had vodka."

"Hmm. Come with me."

"Why?"

"Just come."

"Okay."

I allow Jason to lead me into a bedroom. He closes the door and locks it and turns to me. I shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Piper McLean."

"Piper, huh...are you a freshman?"

"Yup."

"Interesting."

"Why am I here?"

"Just trust me," he says, smiling. "Everything will be fine."

And he closes the gap between us by pressing his lips onto mine.

I furrow my eyebrows and push him away. He raises an eyebrow, leaning away from me. "What?"

"You kissed me."

"Yeah, so?"

"I don't even know you." I slowly walk backwards, away from him.

"I'm Jason Grace."

"Yeah, but...you don't know me."

"You're Piper McLean," he says, walking forward, slowly. "A freshman. Your eyes change colors, from brown to blue to green. You're the prettiest girl in the whole campus, not to mention, the smartest."

He has me cornered. I'm pushed up against the wall and he's only inches away from my face.

"And last, but not least, I like you."

With that, I crash my lips onto his.

The Next Morning

My eyes flutter open. I blink twice, taking in my surroundings. I'm in an unfamiliar room. The curtains are closed, but I can tell it's daytime.

I rub my eyes and sit up, feeling a sharp pain in my head. I feel like I got ran over by a bus fifty times. I wince, glancing at the room I'm in. Where the hell am I?

I look down to see what I'm wearing and widen my eyes.

I'm naked.

Literally.

I cover my body with the blanket, but I feel a tug on the other side. I turn and my eyes literally pop out.

Shit.

Holy shit.

Holy shit with a cherry on top.

There's a BOY next to me.

And from what I can see, he's shirtless.

He's sleeping but I can make out his features. It's Jason Grace. One of the biggest players in school.

What the hell am I doing in bed with him?

Why am I so sore?

Why the hell am I naked?

Last night's memories come back rushing to me.

Oh CRAP.

I'm never drinking again.

I glance at Jason and can't help smiling a bit. I remember his words from last night.

"You're Piper McLean," he says, walking forward, slowly. "A freshman. Your eyes change colors, from brown to blue to green. You're the prettiest girl in the whole campus, not to mention, the smartest. And last but not least, I like you."

The bad boy likes me.

Wow.

It's kind of hard to believe. How come I've never talked to him before?

My smile spreads wider and I lean forward, still covering myself with the blanket, and rub his cheek with my thumb. He frowns slightly. A few seconds later, his eyes open.

He grins at me. "Hey, there."

"Hi," I whisper, butterflies erupting in my stomach.

"Thanks for last night, Penelope."

I frown. sitting up. "Penelope?"

"Yeah."

"My name's Piper!"

"Oh. Well, whatever. Like I care."

I widen my eyes. "But you...last night...you said..."

He laughs and sits up, stretching. "Oh yeah, that was a pretty good fuck. I haven't gotten laid for two weeks."

"You...you said that you liked me."

"Yeah, I can't believe you were that easy."

It hits me like a ton of bricks.

He doesn't like me.

He doesn't even know who I am.

He used me for sex.

He stole my virginity.

And I was dumb enough to go along with it, all because I was drunk.

"You...I can't believe you!" I shout.

He smiles in a mocking way. "Penelope, I don't like you. I didn't really mean that stuff that I said last night. You aren't the PRETTIEST girl in school. I just liked your dress. And if you were the smartest, you wouldn't have been so easy."

Without any hesitation, I bring my hand forward and slap him right across his cheek.

His face turns with the force and he turns back to me with a cold, hard look. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are blazing with fury.

"You fucking bitch," he growls.

"Fuck you, Jason Grace. Fuck you," I tell him, feeling a few tears stream down my face.

"You already did, hon," Jason smirks.

I don't say another word. I get out of bed, grabbing my dress, quickly putting it on, not caring if Jason sees. After I got in, I left the room, taking my purse with me, and left the mansion, getting into my car.

I drove away, tears rushing down my face.

I'm such an idiot.

Alright, I'm not sure if I should continue this.

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~maybeitslaiba~