The feel of his body so close to hers, moving in sync, was sending x-rated thoughts to her head. This was normal. Dancing at a rave with a fit boy and wanting to do... more. Yes. Maybe finally she had gotten it right. Well, snogging was the first step, wasn't it? Turning to face him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, slowing their pace and closing any distance between them. Archie, however, awkwardly tried to keep up with the beat and made what was supposed to be a lover's embrace into a gyrating mess. Chloe was sick of playing games. She had learned from her sister how to send signals and, so far, they weren't working for her. Not with Finn and, now, she was failing with Archie. Sliding her hand down his bicep to his chest and down his stomach, reaching her goal: the golden torch. Instead of returning her enthusiasm, Archie jerked away uncomfortably and put his hands up. "I'm sorry Chloe, I can't." And with that, he backed away and left her stranded on the dance floor.

Rejected by the only two fit, available boys she knew-obviously Chop was out of the question because Izzy, unlike Rae, had made it clear that she had feelings for him-Chloe slinked her way to the bar. What was wrong with her? Why did it have to be so hard? Her sister had assured her that it would be easier for her because of her looks and her figure. Well, apparently, her sister hadn't a fucking clue.

"Y'alright?" A voice calls to her and she turns to see a somewhat-familiar face saddle up next to her at the bar. What was his name again? Kendog?

"Yeah, you?"

"Ah'm buzzin'. This is some good shit I scored."

"Oh, yeah?"

He looks up at her with a devilish grin on his face. "Yeah, ya didn't get any? Ah told that wankah, Chop, ta share."

"Oh, well, ah didn't want any ta start my night but.." She let herself trail off, not sure if this was the right decision.

"But?"

As she looked into the dead eyes of the drug-dealer from Dalehead, she was reminded of a similar taunting gaze. A gaze shared by all older, creepy scumbags of the world, she supposed, as a memory of Stephen-Mr. Carrisford-flirting with her in his office for a 'private meeting' sprung into her mind.

"But nothin'. Ah have ta go."

And, as she turned to go, she felt a strong hand on her arm, accompanied by the testosterone-filled jeer she was becoming accustomed to hearing, "Now, don't be a tease!"

Terrified, she took a second before she turning to look the dirtbag in the face. She scanned the crowd quickly and Chop's face came into view.

"Chop!"

It didn't take more than a second for Chop to appear and assess the scene and, like the good friend he is, he stepped in. "Hey, Chlo. Just the girl I was lookin' ta see." He spoke genuinely with a smile on his face. A smile that disappeared as he broke Kendo's grasp on her and, gently ushering her away, roughly stated, "Sorry, buddeh."