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boyce:

can i pick u up tonight?

sent 7:19 pm


was this real life? i pinch my hand lightly. yep, it's real.


amelia:

i'd love that! see you soon.

sent 7:19 pm


by 7:30, boyce is outside my door wearing a dress shirt and a gorgeous grin.

"hey! you look so hot."

"thanks," i respond with a smile, taking his hand and hopping in his car. 

boyce's car, like him, is flashy, expensive and smells like new; it's everything i wanted, yet something didn't feel right.

he speeds the 20 minute car ride to dawson's in under 10 minutes and turns to me with a smile. "you like my new ride?"

i nod, feeling a mixture of flustered and awkward.  

finally, after a good ten minutes, cam arrives and gives me a huge hug. "you look gorgeous, pretty lady! hopefully, your 'jack' can see you tonight."

hand in hand, she walks me into the party. "oh my god, did you see who i came here with?"

"yeah! boyce! oh my god, it's totally him. he told me the other day that he thought you were really pretty but didn't want to ruin the friendship. it's probably why he's doing this!"

i was starting to cut the list down. boyce didn't really seem to fit the personality anymore...i chose to not to say anything to cam because it seemed she was really rooting for us.

i just wasn't really interested in boyce anymore. i

f it did turn out to be him, i don't know how i'd feel about him being so different in real life than on texts. boyce in real life was kind of blunt, insensitive and oblivious--which aren't necessarily bad things but things i didn't notice until i took a step back from my crush. 

"jack" was a lot more cautious with his words: sweeter and more observant. it didn't make sense.

"i think i'm going to look around a bit," i tell her, making my way into the kitchen. as i pour myself a drink, harper approaches me. 

"hey, amelia!" he says with an easy-going smile. i've always liked harper as person. he was friendly in a little kid kind of way, and was super easy to talk to. i hear he's quite the player though, which means if he's really "jack", then i fell for a fuckboy.

maybe he's different with me, i tell myself.

"hey! how's your night going?"

"pretty good! pretty good! look, just wanted to say hi. my friends are over there and they're waiting for me to play beer pong, so i'll catch up with you later. okay?" he points to a group of extremely attractive soccer players. they, including tucker and boyce (who isn't even part of the soccer team?), stare at us dumbfoundedly--like they've never seen harper talk to a girl before.

i laugh and gently push him in the direction of his friends. "i'll hold you to that, harper."

he holds his drink up as if to say "cheers" and i'm left standing alone in dawson's kitchen once again. 

my phone buzzes.


"jack":

you look so beautiful. holy shit.

sent 8:38 pm


i smile at my screen, suddenly not feeling so alone anymore. 


amelia:

i'm sure you look great yourself. whoever you are.

sent 8:39 pm


i know i told him that i wasn't going to speculate anymore, but crossing finneas off the list isn't speculation, right? it's just because he wasn't at the party, i was sure.

just as i text cam the news, graham steps into the kitchen, consuming all the air with his cologne. it wasn't bad smelling...it was just a lot

the timing of the party was seriously weirding me out. 

i think graham is heading for the cooler, but i realize he's already holding drinks. he hands me a beer. "i wanted to thank you for helping me with that lab. i would've failed if it wasn't for you."

i smile and accept the drink, but place it on the table. i wasn't so dumb as to accept a drink from a stranger.

"drink, i brought it for you," he says, nodding at the bottle.

"i'm good, really," i tell him. "thanks though."

i think i see a frown cross his face, but he replaces it with a smirk as quick as it comes. "so, are you here alone?"

"i'm here with cam and boyce."

"hm," is all he says. then, after a painful moment of silence, he bends down, grabs either side of arms, and kisses me.

"whoa, whoa!" i shove him off me gently. "are you drunk?"

"no? i just want to kiss the girl i like. i thought you totally liked me back."

i blink at him and his lips are on me again. once again, i shove him off.

"wait, wait. are you jack?"

"jack? i-" he pauses. "yeah."

this time he kisses me and i let him.

i ignore the uncertainty and confusion in his "yeah" and just accept it because i have been waiting too damn long for it to NOT be graham.

graham roughly pushes me down the hall and against a door. from under my shirt, he reaches higher, towards everything i wasn't ready for him to touch.

"no, not there," i say. but he doesn't hear me. or maybe he doesn't care. either way, he doesn't stop. 

he reaches higher and higher. his innocent smiles are suddenly filled with a carnal desire that makes me cry and trash.

he's huge and built and there is absolutely nothing i can do when he drags me to a bedroom with a hand clamped on my mouth.

he hadn't done anything yet, but i know he's close to.

i'm on the verge of sobs when the door flies open and graham is ripped off my body. the other guy pushes him out the door and slams a fist in his face.

by the time i'm out of the door, graham's bloody face is unconscious on the ground. 

when i look down the dark hallway, i am met with the unmistakable fleeting blue eyes of tucker elliot.

i leave the party with my dress ripped and mascara running down my eyes.







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