A/N: Seriously sorry for the chapter's length. Hopefuly this one will be longer.

Aaron was so wrong. I thought to myself.

A party was not going to help my mood. I didn't even know where we were. The lights were flashing continously like we were in some sort of club. If there hadn't been furniture and a fridge I would've thought  we were at one. Unfortunately I was at some kid from our school's house.

I grasped onto Aaron's arm. I was so uncomfortable. It was stupid to listen to Aaron about that dress. Maybe there was a reason I had to smuggle the dress out of my house instead of walking right out the door for Adam to see.

While it was true that my body had changed and that was obivious it wasn't like I had a herd of boys coming at me and that was not all Adam's fault. I'm not about to drop some random bomb by saying I was ugly of disformed or something. No, I was fine looking. Average. I was referring to the clothes I tended to wear. They were always so baggy, the only thing that even reminded the guys I was a female was the fact that I had boobs. But that night Aaron had stuck me in a hot red skin tight dress that was almost like a second skin and that night everyone was going to see my body.

The neck line was plunging and the dress was short in itself. Why had I let Aaron talk me into this? I screamed at myself as I watched men's eyes turned to me. Aaron had my phone because big surprise- note the sarcasum- you could see it anywhere I tried to put it in the dress. And it couldn't slip it into my shoes either. I had been forced to wear tall black heels. We were luckly I didn't fall and die.

I almost threw up right there on livingroom floor when he stopped us.

"Okay," Aaron turned us around to look at a room full of people grinding, "Take your pick."

My heart sped and my mouth went dry, "Pick?"

He nodded, "Just find some guy to dance with to help you get over Chace."

"Like a rebound?" when he nodded I continued, "I don't want a rebound."

"Skye just try it," he shrugged, "If you don't like it, I'll be right here."

I took in a deep breath of air and nodded, "Yeah, okay."

I beelined through the room and hit into a tall blonde man.

"Hey," he grinned down at me.

"Hi," I smiled flirtatiously.

"Wanna dance?" he asked polietly, but pulled me into him before I could bother to answer. I didn't care all that much to be honest. It felt really nice.

I liked it because I didn't have to worry about Adam breathing down his neck ready to kill him as his hand play with my hip and side. And I didn't have to worry about Chace getting all freaked out and punching some one again. Seriously he'd punched James and Jake it was getting to be a problem.

We danced for a while before I excused myself. Dancing was not completely my thing. I liked it, but an entire night of grinding was not my thing.

I went into the kitchen in hopes of finding Aaron. When I couldn't find him I went to grab some furit punch. I took a sip but quickly spat it out worried about what was in it. I guess some Adam's warnings did take a toll oddly enough. Good for him. He worked hard trying me to not do most of the things he does.

Did that sentence even make sense? I wondered breifly before I felt a hand grip my wirst and drag me away from the counter.

"Hey," the blonde boy smirked with a weird, almost annoyed expression.

"Hello,"  I giggled nervously when I looked up into his dark eyes. A tiny shiver ran up my spine and I swear he saw it because then he kissed me.

It was like a predator and it's prey. Unfortunately I happened to be the prey.

I pushed him off with a polite and sorry smile, "Look I know we were dancing and everything, but-"

He pinned my arms against the wall and kissed me again. That guy must've been really drunk. No sane person would've thought I wanted them to continue kissing me, but when he pushed his knee between my legs to spread them I quickly realized he probably wasn't all that sane. I started to sweat. What if he didn't let go?

His lips trialed down to suck on my jawline. I felt so violated.

I sallowed the lump in my throat and tried to yell over the music.

"Stop! Please don't-" He kissed me again.

I tried to wiggled free, but yelped when he bit my lips- whether on purpose or on accident I didn't know- and his hand traveled up my dress to where my underwear was.

I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself from crying. Only a few tears came out.

How was I going to get out of this? I screamed at myself. I should've listened to everything Adam had been saying all those years. He was right. I should never wander alone or drink from an open container or dance with a person I don't know or-

I eyes snapped open when I felt his hand try to reach into my underwear.

My teeth clamped down onto his lips before I could even think about it. I tasted blood and released his bottom lip. He speedily pulled away, moving his knee away too, and glared at me. His tongue slowly licked the line of blood my teeth made so I could see.

While he was distracted I flung my right arm off the wall. He let go of that hand, but quickly held me back again. Now I'd made him mad, but that was okay because I haddn't been planning on staying there very long.

I lifted my heel and slammed it down onto his foot.

He jumped back to hold his foot while screaming, "Mother of-!"

I sprinited out of that place as fast as I could. I collasped onto the slightly damped grass. It was too green in the night air.

The street was completely empty. The only thing out there was me. The street lights made the blackness of the night air slightly orange so I could see the dust dancing and the back beat of the loud music, but me and the too green grass were the only thing that mattered to me. Because the grass was cold and the air was cold and I was way too hot.

I tried to slid my hand into my pocket forgetting I was in a dress.

"Shit," I cussed and then stuck my hand into my bra. Nothing, I thought, my phone was with Aaron. Who wasn't here.

My arms dropped to my sides and I looked up.

Some one was walking towards me. It was a man, but I couldn't make up his face yet. I scrambled backwards on the lawn until I hit my back into an other man.

I was being herded! My mind screamed.

My head snapped up and when I saw the blonde man who'd been holding me against the wall before I let out as much of a scream as I could before his rough, bear claw of a hand clamped onto my mouth.

"Skye?" a familiar voice asked and no matter how angry I was with it I relaxed completely.

The man with the familiar voice starting running towards us and when bear claws started to dragging me away the man screamed, "Hey! Let her go."

The guy dropped his hands immdeiately and ran away.

Chace, who had just gotten to me, kneeled down and snarled at the man's retreating figure before turning his head back to me, "Skye, are you okay?"

I burst out crying and hugged him. He may have yelled at up, but it was hard to even care at the moment.

"Sh, Skye," he tried to calm me, but he sounded really nervous, "What happened?"

I shook my head into his chest and then pulled away. I took a few deep breaths.

"Chase, can you just take you home?" I whispered starting at the ground.

He looked at me like he was about to protest, but then nodded with a sigh.

After we started driving home he asked, "What happened?"

I winced too ashamed to tell the story. Especially since the beginning of it began with me being angry with him over nothing.

"It's-we don't need to talk about it," I bit my bottom lip. He didn't look mused with me so I spat it out, "I was dancing with blondey-bear claw-" He shot me a looked, "Do you want to hear the story or not?"

He laughed, "Sorry."

I nodded, "So I was dancing with him when I left to go find Aaron, but he trapped me in a corner and did... some stuff before I was able to-"

"Some stuff?" he growled.

I ignored him because it was almost to hard to talk about and his questioning didn't help, "before I was able to get away."

"Even though you didn't get away because he followed you out," he pointed out angrily with his knunckles clenched so tight on the wheel they were white.

"I-I," I started to cry again. I hated that he was getting to see me cry, but how was I supposed to not cry after this.

He pulled in the drive of his house, "I just need to get something I'll be right back."

He got out and I followed. He was insane if he really thought I was going to sit in the car alone after that.

I'd never been in Chace's house before. I'd seen it when Adam dropped him of but I never got to go in before. I like it in his house. It felt nice.

I followed him up to his room and the second I got in I fell down onto his bed with a 'plopped'. It felt so right. I shut my eyes.

"Skye," he whispered as he stroked my hair, "I've got to go do something. I'll be right back."

I grabbed his hand before he could run away.

"Chace, just, please, just stay with me."

I felt another body lay down next to me and relaxed into it.

I slowly kicked off my heels and curled up next to Chace.

"Thank you," I whispered, "For saving me."

A/N: I think this was a lot longer. I got in trouble for not cleaning my room though because I was writing it instead. So tell me it was with getting in trouble for. What did you all think? Chace was so heroric right? Comment, vote, and fan!