Jenna Coleman as Sierra Ferrind!
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"I don't understand how getting a party invitation to some wanna-be hooker's house, is remotely 'dream' worthy." Reece rolled his eyes as he trudged over to his locker, almost heading to the wrong one if Eddie didn't slowly pull the boy to the opposite direction.

"Hooker? That's a little harsh," Eddie said. "It's a 'dream' because Mikayla was the one you asked, and you didn't get laughed at, slapped in the face or interrogated about how much your parents earn. On your first day!"

Reece quickly unlocked the padlock on the handle of the metal door and stuffed his books into it, cringing at how messy it looked but he didn't really have the heart nor the spirit to do anything about it. Not at this time anyway. The only books left in his bag were the ones for Geography.

Apparently, it was a common practice in the school to give students an insane amount of homework during the last period. Assholes.

After zipping his worn out brown bag and almost ripping the fabric in the process, Reece shut the locker and faced Eddie. "Look, I don't understand what the problem is-"

"There's no problem!" Eddie clarified, tilting his head to the side.

"Then why are you making a big deal out of it?"

"Because!" He threw his hands up in exasperation. "It is supposed to be a big deal! But you're acting like it's not."

Reece raised an eyebrow. "So what? Should I write an acceptance speech? It's not exactly an Oscar, y'know."

"Well yeah but it's just...it's weird," Eddie said curtly.

"Aren't you popular? I thought rich kids were always like that."

"Then that would be the only reason I'm popular. My money. Do you think I want that?"

Reece shrugged, "Maybe?"

Eddie shook his head. "You're unbelievable."

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Most people couldn't wait to get home after school. But Reece didn't have that luxury yet.

After 6 long hours of school, the boy walked to the place where Halley worked, Beanz & Co. The local café famous for its delicious waffles that probably increased the rate of diabetes in this town, Bellmaire, by 10%.

Halley was a waitress there and though the café was quite far from both of their homes, she had asked that they both had to suffer a mile-and-a-half walk to meet up there. Well, maybe asked was a little too kind. Reece could've called an Uber, but the thought of spending money was a bit of a nightmare to him.

After almost half an hour- since Reece had the walking pace equal to an 80-year-old lady with back problems apparently- the cafe could be seen.

It just looked like a plain rectangular box, the walls were painted in shades of peach and it looked a bit awkward besides the green forests. It was the only building along the road so the place was always a bit quiet.

The smoky smell of roasted pecans filled his nose as soon as Reece opened the door, along with the sickly sweet scent of cheap honey. Nobody really complained about that, they just pretend that it was maple syrup. The door dinged softly as he swung it open.

Almost immediately, a waiter with a smile that looked like it was etched permanently on his face approached him in exaggerated eagerness. Reece vaguely recognized him, but he didn't really bother to remember. The waiter, however, definitely did because the smile was gone in a second and was replaced with a grimace.

"There are barely any customers now, but you better hurry, rush hour is going to start soon enough." The waiter said before pointing to a table at the far left corner of the room. "Halley's been waiting."

Reece nodded and walked to the table. Business was always slow in the afternoons; the middle aged sugar addicts don't get off work yet. The cafe was empty except for a few boys that probably just got back from middle school. The teen watched with amusement as the one of the boys accidentally spilled the small bowl with honey inside it, and the sticky liquid spread out all over the table.

"Oh my god! What are they doing!?" a thin voice hissed beside Reece. He smirked as he saw Halley looking horrified at the messy scene, her face almost as red as her hair. "Hey!" she shouted, making all the kids' heads turn. "If you're too stupid to handle that, come with your parents instead of your goons, you moron!"

Needless to say, the boys didn't look like they wanted to come back anytime soon.

"Come on, let's finish this fast," Reece complained, taking a seat at the table.

Halley glared at the kids for a bit more before finally sitting across him. "So, what have you got?"

"So, Mikayla Evans," the boy started, leaning back against the chair's wooden frame and silently cringing as it creaked. "She's one of the popular ones. You know, cheerleader type. Flirts with anything that has legs.

"And?" she asked, her eyebrows rise in anticipation.

"She's having a party tonight."

Halley nodded, brushing her wild curls aside with one swipe of her hand. "So are you invited?"

"Yeah." Reece scrunched his face. "She wants to get in my pants."

"You sure?"

"Oh yeah. It was like dealing with a cat in heat." He shuddered at the memory of the girl invading his personal space earlier during lunch.

"Great!" she smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "This will be easier."

His heart sunk as he waited for Halley's ideas. She always came up with wild plans that usually work but always had some sort of consequences.

To him anyways.

"So I've thought of two ways you could approach this." Halley put her elbows on the table. "Number 1, you try to get her to sign something. A document maybe."

"I'm not a mailman, idiot. I'll be at a party."

"I don't mean an actual document," she said, rolling her eyes. "Just some cheesy thing like, a hook-up contract or promise letter."

"Ugh!" Reece wanted to vomit at the thought.

"I knew you didn't want that. Which brings me to my second idea-"

"Which is?"

"Don't interrupt me, asshat." Halley hissed. "The second option, you steal some stuff from her. According to my source, the popular kids at Waterford have some sort of autographs on Polaroid pictures they have of themselves."

"That's modest," he muttered.

"I know. Anyways, somebody saw one of them keep those pictures in a notebook. Or diary, whatever. So chances are, this Mikayla chick will have them too."

The boy sighed, weighing his options in his head. It wouldn't be the first time that he stole something. "So, how will I do it?"

Halley fished something out of her pocket, and silently slid a small piece of plastic across the table towards Reece. There were two pills in there: both red on one end and blue on the other.

"Put those in her drink. And don't worry," she clarified upon seeing Reece's skeptical face, "they're only sleeping pills. It'll take at least half an hour for them to kick in and there won't be any side effects... not too much. Oh, and it's safe to drink with alcohol."

His eyebrow furrowed as he stared at the pills before finally taking them.
Fine. You better hope this works.

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"So. where are you from?" Mikayla put her hand on his shoulder and leaned dangerously close to him, slowly pushing him against a wall.

There were so many things going wrong now and Reece regretted coming to the party early. Well, it was 10 minutes past the invitation time, but it turned that he was still early since not many people were there yet. A lot of them were downing cups over cups to get turned up by the time the real party started.

Mikayla apparently had very different plans. And Reece was, unfortunately, the main point.

"Um, like, half a dozen miles away?" his hands were folded behind him, flattening against the wall as he tried- to no avail- to put some distance between them.

Mikayla was pretty, he couldn't deny that, but she was not his type. Far from it. Her dark hair was tied up in a high ponytail but it was long enough to stretch down her shoulders. The blouse she wore cut down a little too low. But the thing that mildly horrified him was how persistent she was.

"Oh, so your house is near," she smiled wider, her eyes sparkled in a way that made him groan. But she took that wrong way, as her hands started to touch his neck,  making Reece push away slightly.

"Slow down...baby," Reece died on the inside but the girl seemed more than delighted. "How about I get us some drinks first?" He didn't wait for an answer, he walked away quickly and let out a breath of relief.

Heading downstairs, he could see that there were a lot more people in the house than a few minutes ago, and more of them kept rolling in through the doors. The music was already being played, Ariana Grandes soft voice booming in the house. Some people were already dancing and getting it on, but so far, it was still wasn't so bad.

The serving table was a bit far into the house, in the middle of what appeared to be the living room. The food was arranged on one table while drinks were on the other. Though there wasn't anything great about either of them: the only food there were some nachos that were already half-empty in its bowl, and a platter of shrimp that was kinda shriveled up while the drinks were mainly just booze. Lot of them.

As he walked, he felt a buzz in his pocket. Pulling out his phone, a text read:

The Devil's Spawn: Dude, what the hell was going on there?

Me: What?

The Devil's Spawn: If you want to trick her, let her trick you first!

Me: Wtf, no!

There was a pause.

The Devil's Spawn: I'll give you 10 bucks if you do it.

Me: Deal.

Smiling, Reece slipped his phone back into his pocket and reached the serving table. He got two red cups and filled one of them until it was almost full of booze while the other, was barely filled at all.

Then he quickly pulled out a small plastic bag from his pocket and shook one pill onto his palm. Stuffing back the plastic into his pockets, the boy looked around to see if anybody was nearby. When the coast was clear, he twisted the pill, separating the two capsules apart and slowly poured the powder inside them into the red cup filled with booze. He let out a sigh, relieved that it was done-

"Hey, cutie."

The voice made him jump, knocking the table forward and almost caused everything on it to topple over. Reece whipped his head to the left, where a girl was smiling at him. She was short, that was the first thing he noticed about her: the girl's head only reached his shoulders but she stood with her head help up high.

Oh no, another cat.

"Hi!" Reece said cheerfully as possible before taking the two cups in his hands and tried to walk away.

But the girl stepped right in front of him. "I'm Sierra. And you-" she poked his chest. "-are hot."

Women always complain about getting hit on by guys, but one thing that Reece learned was when it came to party time, those women were relentless.

"Okay, thank you," he said, sidestepping her and walked forward. Just when he thought that was over, quick footsteps followed him and the girl named Sierra appeared in front of him again.

"Hey!" she waved her hand with a smile. Her cheeks were pulled back as she did so and it oddly resembled a squirrel.

Reece sighed. "What?"

Sierra looked at him for a moment. No, she stared. Her eyes were brown but they were wide like they saw a Christmas tree light up. Then she suddenly snatch a cup, the one filled to the brim, from his hand and took a sip. The boy immediately gasped, lunging forward to grab it back but the girl swiftly avoided him.

He groaned as the girl casually gulped down the drink, smacking her lips in exaggerated delight as she finished the last drop.

"Why did you do that?" Reece asked, watching how Sierra's smile quickly disappeared and was replaced by a cold smirk instead.

"I can ask you the same question. Why did you want to drug Mikayla?"

"What are you-"

"Oh, don't lie to me, sweetie. I saw everything," she said. "Everything."

This was bad. This was a moment that he didn't expect at all. Getting caught was never an option he considered. He had no idea what to do.

Sierra, however, was very clear about her decisions, "Right, so you have two choices: number 1," she held up her index finger. "I tell Mikayla and you two settle this on your own. Or number two, I tell my dad that you drugged me and we'll see what happens."

Tell her dad? Who the hell was she? Malfoy?

"But either way, you are not getting her," she finished, throwing her paper cup aside.

"I don't want her!" Reece protested.

"So you drugged her for fun?"

"No. I..." how could he explain this without making him seem like a weirdo. "I just needed her to be asleep."

Sierra frowned. "I don't get how that's any less bad."

Well, theres no way that the truth would sound any more decent. There was only one thing he could think of doing, something that he particularly hated to do, but he was rather good at it.

Lying.

"Look," he started to say, making his voice a little more desperate. "I swear, I don't want to do anything bad to her. But she... she stole something from me." This was a straight out lie but Sierra seemed to be buying it, so he continued. "I just wanted to make her a bit dizzy so I can just take a quick stop at her room. That's all."

The short girl frowned, her lips pursing as she considered his words carefully. "What did she steal?"

"A book," Reece said immediately. "There were some... things in there. She wanted to find them out so she stole it from my locker. But she doesn't admit." He furrowed his eyebrows and dropped his voice lower to make himself sound serious. "But I know she did."

"But somehow drugging her is the way to do that?

Im not drugging her! he protested. Its just going to make a her a bit woozy, that was a lie again.

Moments passed as Sierra stared intently into his eyes as if expecting to see any sign of truth or falseness in them. Somehow people always thought that eyes were the windows to the soul. Well, that didnt work on him.
Reece could look into anybody's eyes and tell them anything without blinking.

After a while, the girl's face softened and her body relaxed. She was convinced. "Fine. I'll help you then. I hate that chick anyways."

Reece smiled, though his heart felt like it was going to go into a cardiac arrest. "Thank you. Now, I've got a plan and 10 bucks to get."
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"Hey, baby." Reece stood behind Mikayla and whispered in her ear, causing the girl to turn around and smile at him with nauseating kitty eyes. Those eyelashes were obviously faked but at least she managed to buy some that didn't look like the legs of an insect.

She giggled, taking the cup that he held out to her, and gulped down the drink. "So," she said after putting down her cup. "Where were we?"
Mikayla wrapped both of her arms around his neck, while Reece pulled her closer.

Even with such close proximity, his heart beat did not pick up, not like those books he read about in Health class anyways. Those just seemed like straight out lies, the only thing he feels down there right now was the urge to pee.

But Mikayla seemed very enthusiastic. She kept trying to pull Reece's head down, or tiptoe her way up to him, but he held her back, though that only served as motivation to her. This was going a bit faster than he anticipated, Reece turned their bodies to face the windows nearby, letting Mikayla's hands roam his body for a bit before he let go of the girl and took a small step back. Hopefully, that was enough for 10 bucks.

"Someone's excited." Reece teased her, though he was panicking inside.

"Who wouldn't be when they see this hot piece of meat." A familiar voice shouted out to them and Sierra casually walked by. The short girl was enjoying the show from behind the corner, probably taking in great pleasure watching Reece squirm like that.

Why are girls so evil?

Mikayla's face turned from being annoyed to having a full-out fake smile in a matter of milliseconds, her eyes opened a bit too widened as she gasped. "Oh my god, baby girl!" She ran towards Sierra and hugged her, burying her face in the short girl's shoulder to let out a squeal. "I missed you!"

"Aw, I missed you too!" Though her voice sounded happy, Reece saw her face was rather blank. She rolled her eyes at him.

"You've got to meet this guy. Mikayla pulled out from the hug and tugged Sierra along with her towards Reece.

To her credit, Sierra could really act. She brushed her short brown hair to the side, the ends barely touching her shoulders. Pretending to look at him up and down, she whistled. "I suppose he's yours."

"Maybe." Mikayla said suggestively. Then she looked at him. "Reece, this is Sierra Ferrind. We used to go school together, then she moved away or something. But now she's back here!"

"Oh?" That was interesting, so he wasn't the only new kid. "She's going to Waterford?"

"Yes! It's been like 7 years, gosh!" Mikayla giggled. "Well, I think Sierra wants to go have fun now so let's leave her-"

"Actually!" Sierra pulled her back, and forced her to turn away. "I was hoping to show you this guy..." They walked further away and once the short girl gave Reece a look from behind her shoulder, he knew that this was the opportunity.

The boy quickly rushed through the hallways of the house and peeked into every doors he could see. He tried each one of them and finally found her bedroom on the last door at the hallway. He quickly walked in and closed the door behind him.

The room was pretty standard for a teenager, a bit messy here and there but overall, just ordinary. The smell of lavender lingered in the air though, and he scrunched his nose when the scent reached him. That wasn't a very nice smell to him. But that didn't matter now, he had to be fast.

Thankfully, Mikayla didn't have any secret locks or secret treasure maps that was needed to find her diary: it was just there, at the center of the table.

Reece walked over to the table, carefully avoiding the bottles of makeup that were scattered all over the floor, and flipped open the book.

There they were: the polaroid photos with her autographs on them.

That was easy. Now he had to just...

What were those voices?

Reece frowned as he heard the sound of people talking in the hallway. They were close, a bit too close for comfort. In fact, they were getting closer!

"I don't know where he went though. Probably had to pee or something." Oh shit, that was Mikayla's voice!

"Maybe he went to get a condom?" Another girl spoke, someone he didn't recognize.

"Don't be stupid, Tash." This one sounded familiar. "The nearest store is at least a mile away." He recognized the voice as Lizzy, the scammer from school earlier today.

Reece stopped paying attention after that, it was pretty obvious that they were coming to this room. And it was pretty obvious that he had no time. At all.

He looked around, trying to find any place to hide. Oh, let's face it, there was no way he could stay in the room. The window was open wide, it might as well just have the "COME HERE" billboard on top of it.

Without much thought, the boy ripped out one of the polaroid photos, closed the book shut and rushed to the window. A glance outside, he could