(Adam's POV)

The party started to making its way at crazy as a crowd of people entered with alcohol and a lot of the partygoers downed that. Zane took notice in it but he didn't seem to care. All the while, Katie kept talking about how unfair it was that her team tied with the cheating opposers. It's not like I didn't care because any girl that talks about sports than gossip will always be more of a turn on for me but I've never really been to a party with an actual keg so this is new for me. I wasn't planning on drinking because I'm still trying to impress Katie. That's when Eli started making his way towards us, without Imogen.

"I'm going to find something to drink, non-alcohol related, which might be hard considering the new guests that just came in an hour ago. But I'll see you later," she said then she went off before I could say bye.

"What was so important that made Katie have to leave?" I looked over to Eli.

"I'm not the one who asked her to leave. I just wanted some time with my best man," he cleared up. He's right, she did seem hasty about ditching me. She probably didn't find me entertaining enough for her taste. Whatever. I don't care. I should've expected this. She claimed that my FTM deal didn't bother her, but it clearly does. There goes my hope of finally finding my trifecta: cute, compatible, and compassionate.

"I'm surprised Imogen isn't bombarding this," I let out. "And here I stand corrected." She walked down the basement, not even glancing at Eli as he tried to wave at her. Instead, she went for one of the red cups the new kids with the fresh bottles of an unidentified alcohol, probably vodka, poured. Eli rushed toward the crowd as I followed. Since Katie left and Dave is eating Ali's face, I might as well try to cockblock Eli. It's what best friends do.

"Imogen, don't drink that," Eli said as his hand reached for her cup and she snatched it back to herself.

"Too late. I've been warming to this new consumption since I got pink lemonade from that nice interracial couple at the minibar," she slowly revealed, pointing to Ali and Dave doing the usual acts of PDA. Next to them, were a collection of Mike's hard lemonade overflowing in a cooler. "It's okay, there's more for everyone," she smiled.

"That's not what I mean. What are you doing? This isn't like you," Eli objected, still attempting to take Imogen's juice.

"After getting stabbed in the heart by a rusty dagger, things change. Like realizing how disgusting this drink is," Imogen made a face as the mixture of the new started to form in her throat, making her cough. "I really do miss that pink lemonade."

"Well, we don't drink liquor for the taste," Bianca butted in, leaving me surprised. Why is she back in Canada?

"Oh," Imogen nodded in this new understanding.

"Wait, I thought… Weren't you supposed to be…" I stuttered to my luck.

"Why the hell does everyone think I moved to the states? Doesn't anyone at least try to talk to me before starting shit?" Bianca answered and ranted all at once.

"Everyone hoped you'd be banished to the states and not be Canada's problem no longer. We thought wishing it loudly enough times, it'd come true," Eli said.

"Like Peter Pan!" Imogen spurted out, startled me but ended up having us all shake our head at her stupidity. Isn't alcohol supposed to show its effect after at least thirty minutes of intake?

"Anyway," Bianca said, grabbing Imogen's hand to pull at her side as she followed, "Stop bothering my girl, Dr. Doom, and beat it!"

"Your girl? If I wasn't mistaken, I'm pretty sure I'm her boyfriend. So that'd make her my girl, giving me the right to protect her from the evil clutches of Bianca, the ghetto version of Medusa," he retorted, making her perform the same charade of following. "I mean your kinky hair is definitely fitting."

"This is the absolutely dreamy boyfriend you were talking about?" Bianca said with dismay.

"Yeah," Imogen sighed in his arms as none of us had no idea what to say. Mainly for me was the fact that I could care less and wanted to find a way to escape. "Wait no. He's my ex boyfriend," she corrected, going back to Bianca.

As this game of using drunk Imogen as a weapon of contempt at each other, my eyes adverted to at first, something seemingly minor. Among the crowds, my eye happened to catch a pair of opposite sexes dancing which was the norm at this joint so it wasn't a big deal. But as the quick image of it translated in my mind, I took my double take. It wasn't like a pair of kids that I had in my homeroom and barely talked to throughout the year. No, if only that was the case. The pair had to be in my circle of close friends.

I ditched my best friend, probably unfazed by his fight over his liquored up girlfriend with a big haired diva. And even if the slightest possible chance he did notice, he'd understand. The fact that I needed to ditch so I could confront my brother was awkwardly placing his hands over my best girl friend's barely covered butt, any logical human being would understand.

"Andrew Torres and Clare Edwards!" I screamed, body a close distance away from them. Formal name bases seemed to always be the best attention grabber in the movies, so might as well experiment with it for the first time. For the record, it did work. Finally, something the clichéd films had some truth to them.

"Adam!" They both cheered as their faces lit up to me, immediately having that small distance away from them being destroyed. Suffocation subdued with them crushing me in their tightly packed hug.

"Okay, I get it. You're excited to see me. Now please stop, I can't breathe," I struggled to say in my last moments of oxygen.

"Sorry, it's just, I love you so much," Drew explained, his tone, stench, and exaggerated emotion giving me the hint that he lost to alcohol. "Not, not, only me. But Clare, too. We both care about you so much. You're like a brother to me!" he yelled, patting me on the pack as he put his arm around Clare.

"Drew, I am your brother," I condescendingly commented back. He wouldn't catch my tone, though.

"You are? Dude, that's amazing! Look, he's my brother!" He cried at Clare as she laughed.

"You're silly. Stable, isn't he silly?" she laughed hysterically. Who is she talking to… whoa! Girl with a camera.

"Where the hell did she come from?" Drew gasped as he had a delayed reaction to the girl with the camera. "Why are we on camera? Clare, are you pregnant?"

"Obviously not. Mean Girls taught me that I would die if I had sex," Clare said with a straight face. Talk about losing your impaired thinking when the booze comes around. "Stable wanted to film for her club thingy. I said it was cool. Right, Stable?"

"It's Sable, but yes," Sable nodded. "Now, please, don't mind me. Carry on with whatever you're doing. Like having a revelation of Adam being your brother or making reference to the most mainstream and quotable movie ever." Of course the film kid would use the word, "mainstream," in a condescending tone.

Before I could do anything more, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to find Eli and Fiona, with curious eyes.

"Hey guys, I'd love to talk but now is really not the time," I said putting my focus back to the responsible pair, who were giggling for a reason I honestly don't care about. That is until she gave a long and steady look to Eli. It's not like it was furtive or anything, even Drew could see it.

"Can I help you?" Eli started, confused and unaware of her being wasted. To his comment, Clare laughed hysterically.

"It's funny because his girlfriend won't let him talk to me," Clare loudly whispered to Drew who started to laugh hysterically as well.

"Oh, better not get him in trouble," Drew said, grabbing her hand and both of them taking off, leaving us all in bewilderment. Except Sable, because she directly followed them frolicking. This means I had to as well.

"Eli, I'm sorry but whatever you're dealing with, let Fiona take care of it. I have to play Nanny Torres for my brother and St. Edwards," I said as I adjusted myself and had my eye on them.

"Alright, but speaking of which, what is going on between those two?" Eli asked, curious rather than jealous.

"Honestly, I don't got a clue," I admitted my state of being completely lost.

(Anya's POV)

Dancing with Peter not only made it feel incredibly odd but nerve-wracking as well. Not for the fact that I don't know what to do but for the fact that I'm comfortable with daring to be myself with the guy. This is Peter. The guy who went out with Darcy and Mia. I doubled dated with him, with our significant others being friends with us. Now here we are, his arms tightly around me which was wonderful as my butt swifted in him.

"Stop making things so easy," I said without even meaning to.

"Challenge accepted," he replied to my surprise and turned me around, catching me off guard, his hands tightly around my wrists. "It won't be easy getting out of my grasp."

I struggled to break free but he was actually strong. Or I could just be that weak which would make things the sadder. Finally, he let go of me which left me almost falling. But once again, he caught me, giving us another intense moment of close and personal contact. Just looking him in the eye left me whoozy. Was I starting to get the hots for peter?

"Better?" he let out, still not removing his humorous smirk.

"Much," I breathed out. "I need something to drink. I'll be back."

He nodded and added, "I'll be waiting."

I left from the dance area and went to the bar. I wasn't planning to drink or anything, that'd be absolute nonsense. I already went through my phase of hardcore partying and there was no way I was going back for a while. Which meant I wouldn't compensate for getting drunk. It seemed appropriate since it was going to be my last high school party but I did want to be able to have it my way. And obviously I wouldn't be able to control my fun if I downed a bottle of jack or something. But my throat was still absolutely parched. There had to be at least water or even ice.

Finally, I settled with a can of coke which was buried under the cooler, beneath all the most popular beverages. This didn't mean I would directly go back to Peter. I needed to collect my thoughts before I did anything more with the guy. Was it wrong to actually want to kiss the same lips a friend once did? Technically, Mia and I haven't even kept in touch ever since she moved overseas for her model career. Am I breaking the girl code? And if I do, is it even for someone who is worth it enough for me?

That's when the subject I haven't even though of tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find Owen Milligan standing in front of me, his direction facing yours truly. I've been waiting all this time for him to be at this very place but for some reason, it didn't seem as simple as it should have. It felt conflicting and complicated, since just ten minutes ago, I was grinding on some guy's crotch.

"Hey, Owen," I waved, all smiles. I planned on playing the part of, "Oh we dated once, and I'm totally over you."

"Anya," he said back.

"What brings you here to, Zane's minibar?" I asked. "Having the urge to drink away the night?"

"Um, sure. You know why I'm here. I'm not going to lie and say I haven't been noticing your little game of attention whoring over there," he cut to his point which stung deeply.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, don't pretend you're okay. I know you're dry humping pretty boy over there because you're trying to get me jealous," he spoke in outrage.

"Well, apparently, it's working," I smiled with the intention of spurning him, not seducing.

"I'm already with someone so you're mistaken," he said back, which backlashed at me.

"Then you should get back to her instead of wasting your time here," I concluded.

"You're absolutely right," he said. I nodded solemnly and started to pick up my feet until a hand, not a tap, held its grasp on my shoulder. "Anya, wait."

I went to his command and folded my arms, facing a less hot tempered look on his face.

"Look, I'm sorry for acting like such an asshole. It's just, I still-" he paused, creating an anxious frenzy in my head.

"What, Owen?" I snapped out of impatience.

"I still care about you, okay?" he confessed, coming closer to me, left me agape until bitchy Anya came to place.

"Yet you left me when I begged for you to not," I shot at, marching my way out before I did anything more irrational. I really wanted to kiss him right then, but then I thought about Holly J's once dreaded advice. I didn't want to go back to something that would hold me down from transitioning into college life. I needed to go forward and Owen wouldn't be the right tool. Plus, he might not even kiss back and I'd make one girlfriend mad and cause embarrasment to myself.

I left, sure of what I wanted but unsure of what I needed.

A/N: Sorry for the long break but here goes Ch 6! Hope you like it (And its length) Anyway, please review, subscribe, and favorite! Thanks :)