I hate these god, awful parties my father throws for no apparent reason. My hands are tucked underneath my thighs to keep myself from biting my nails. Cal reaches over to readjust my tangled up necklaces, and I give her a small smile.

"There's a smile!" she exclaims, and I roll my eyes.

"Oh, stop it."

"I know you hate these taboo parties dad throws, but he did say there's going to be a huge announcement."

"About how he's engaged for the fifteenth time?" I say sarcastically.

"Probably, but we must go for moral support. He is still our dad after all." Callie whispers, and I look out the window, dreading that we're almost there.

"Well, he has been a shitty dad since 1999."

"Toby's going to be there." A grin appears on my face hearing his name.

"Finally, he's back from Europe."

"Seriously, feels like he's been there forever." I nod.

Our car stops in front of the venue, and there's already flashing lights. I curse under my breath. There's nothing that I hate more than paparazzi. But that's what you get when your dad is Ray Steele, lead singer of Sugar & Spice, one of the classic rock bands in the eighties and late nineties.

A man opens my door for me, and I climb out. I rearrange my short dress back into place and Cal is right behind me, doing the same. She grabs ahold of my hand, and we start heading towards the flashing lights.

"Anastasia, look over here!"

"Calypso, not so little anymore!"

"Nice legs, Anastasia!"

We both try to ignore their constant screams at us, and finally step inside. My eyes try to adjust to the normal lighting, and I take in the the loud music. Callie is pulled away from some of the friends she invited. So now I'm left alone to endure this tasteless party. I should've asked Kate to come, damn it.

I find the open bar, and ask for a ginger ale. I'm totally not up for drinking tonight, unless if I possibly meet my future step mother, then that definitely calls for some shots.

"Look what the cat dragged in." A voice shouts behind me, and I turn around.

"The cat has excellent taste." Toby laughs, and I bring him into a tight hug. "I've missed you baby brother."

"Missed you too, Annie."

I pull away to have a better look at him. His brunette, curls are slightly longer and has grown some scruff. He wears tight black, skinny jeans with a button up shirt and a black blazer.

"How was photographing naked women, perv?"

"I did it all for the sake of art."

"If you say so."

"Have you seen daddy dearest?" I shake my head.

"Nope, and not going to."

"Anastasia." Toby uses his stern voice.

"Why should I?"

"Well, you came here. So, obviously apart of you still cares for him." I bite my lip, and sigh.

"Let's just go, and get it over with." I wrap my arm around his, and go to find our father sipping probably his fourth Jack Daniels. Young woman, most likely around my age all surround him, and bat their eyelashes at him.

"Hi, dad." Toby says, and it grabs his attention.

"Hey! Kiddos!" Ray reaches for both of us, and manages to spill his drink all over in the process. I back away before Jack Daniels is covering my dress.

"So why the party?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Big announcement coming up soon."

"Like what?"

"Not revealing a thing, yet." He uses his pointer finger and thumb to mimic sealing his mouth shut.

"Ray, you're needed." A lady appears, tugging on his arm.

"We'll catch up later, kiddos." I turn towards Toby, and start laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"He is such a joke. Catch up with us later? Bullshit."

"Just give him a chance, Ana."

"Haven't I already given him enough?" It becomes silent between us, and I sigh. "I need a drink."

I walk away before I have to hear Toby defend my hopeless father anymore. There's an empty spot near the bar calling my name. I immediately get the bartender's attention, and order myself one vodka tonic. As I wait, I run my hands over my face and shut my eyes a bit.

"I've been there before." A husky voice says next to me, and I glance up. I'm met with the grayest eyes I have ever seen.

"Trust me, you don't know a thing with I'm experiencing at the moment."

"Try me." He leans his hip against the bar, and smirks.

"I rather not." My drink is finally placed in front of me, and I take an eager sip.

"Why's that?"

"Because I don't know you, and can tell I probably won't like you." He raises a brow.

"You've just met me, and you're already starting to not like me?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"Why don't you like me?"

"Your whole demeanor is throwing me off."

"I should say the same with yours."I finish my drink, and snap my fingers for another one.

"It's all part of my charm." I finally face him to get a better stare at my admirer.

He looks incredibly sharp in a black suit, a gray tie matching his eyes. His dark copper hair is all over the place, imaging that he must run his hands through it a lot. Holy fuck, he's good looking. When I catch his eyes, he notices me gazing at him and a smirk graces his lips.

"You were just checking me out."

"I was not!"

"And you liked what you saw." I roll my eyes, and reach for my new vodka tonic. "Just admit it."

"Never, ever." I toss back the rest of my drink.

"Easy there, killer."

"Don't tell me what to do." The bartender appears again, and before I can open my mouth to order another drink. I'm cut off.

"She's done drinking for tonight, man." He nods and heads over to help other customers.

"What the hell?"

"It's for your own good, trust me."

"What it's to you to know what's good for me?" I point my finger at him, and his face becomes concern.

"I apologize, I just thought-"

"You thought nothing." Suddenly, a young, blonde woman comes up to us and starts whispering in his ear. "Unbelievable."

I storm away from the bar, and hear him screaming for me to wait. No chance in hell will I be waiting for him. That sleaze ball had the nerve to hit on me, while with his girlfriend.

A woman with a tray of champagne walks past me, and I stop her before she gets any further. I snatch a glass and already manage to chug half of it.

"There you are!" Calypso yells, and I smile drunkenly at her.

"Here I am."

"You're drunk, already."

"I'm slightly getting drunk. There's a difference, Cal." She crosses her arms, and glares at me like a disapproving mother.

"I thought you said you weren't going to drink." I shrug.

"I changed my mind."

"For someone who dislikes dad so much, how ironic of you starting to act like him." Cal marches past me and I'm left feeling like shit.

My lovely father enters the stage, and the music is turned down. The crowd starts to cheer for him and he revels in it. He thanks everyone for coming out, and I just roll my eyes. A entourage of people come up on stage, including my admirer and the blonde woman. What the fuck?

"I'm here to announce that I've signed with the record company, Grey Records for my own solo album." Ray yells into the microphone, and everyone applauds. This is what the party was all about? He could've just did an interview with some big shot magazine, not a stupid party.

I find myself back at the bar, ordering probably my fifth drink. Which seems idiotic of me to continue drinking when I've upset Cal, but I'll call her in the morning and we will hopefully make up in time for lunch with mom.

"I'm heading out. Just wanted to say goodbye." Toby says, coming up next to me.

"Oh, goodbye!" I hug him close, and we pull apart. He waves his hand towards his nose.

"Had a little bit too much, Ana?"

"Stop."

"When are you going to grow up?" I face back at the bar, and look down at my drink. "See you tomorrow." He follows out with a crowd leaving as well, and I'm left drinking my sorrows away.

I ask the bartender to just leave the bottle of vodka out so I can just continue refilling my glass. He applies as I tell him I'm the star of the party's daughter. I drink till I forget that I've disappointed both of my siblings tonight. Cal was right about me turning into my father, and I hate myself for admitting it.

"I knew I would find you back here." My admirer is back, and I grunt.

"Surprise."

"Where's your ride?"

"Left without me." I slur.

"Come on." His hand reaches out to grab me, but I back away.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home."

"I can make it home by myself, thank you very much." I raise up from my place at the bar, and stumble a bit away from him.

"Can you even walk?"

"Of course I can! I'm not drunk." He keeps up with my staggering pace.

"And I'm an alien." I stop, and stare at him, eyes wide open.

"Are you?" He chuckles, and drags me along with him.

"Let's just get you home." I don't protest because I feel the sudden urge to puke.

Once the fresh air hits my face, my stomach can't hold it back any longer. I bend over, and vomit everywhere. Hands are placed on my body to lead me over to the alley and I continue puking my guts out. My hair is placed out of my face, and I'm forever grateful for that. Finally, it feels like I've emptied out my stomach and I stand back up slowly. I'm handed a handkerchief, and wipe my mouth clean.

"Feel better?" Fingertips rub into my lower back nice, and gently.

"I think so." I turn myself around to face him, and his hands come up to cup my cheeks.

I glance up into his eyes, admiring them. His gray, beautiful eyes make me feel instantly safe. Staring into them held so much concern, and calmness. My eyes then, travel downwards to his pink, kissable lips. How much I want to at this very moment.

"Ana," he whispers, and suddenly, I feel lightheaded.

"I-" My whole body falls forward into his embrace, and instead of still seeing gray eyes, all I see is black.

Author's note: So I deleted my first story cause wasn't my best work. Here I present you my latest, and newest story! Review, please.