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Chapter 4

Megan's POV

"So, I'll take a shower first," I said as Drew and I stepped in our beach house. I headed towards the bathroom, when he firmly grabbed my wrist and caused me to spin around, colliding with his hard chest.

"No, you're not," he smirked, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer to him. I opened my mouth to contradict, when he cut me off. "You promised," he said with a low voice. He raised his hand, slowly removed my hair from my face and tucked them behind my ear. "I didn't know you're a girl who breaks her promises," he lowered his head and whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes and somehow managed to quickly get out of his embrace.

"Fine," I groaned and stuck my finger in his chest. "But not for long, I have to take a shower," I narrowed my eyes and gave him a strict look. "Otherwise girls will kill me. Understand?"

His smirk widened. "Of course, I completely forgot about the welcome party," he said smugly, studying my facial expression. "I bet you're looking forward to it."

"Of course," I answered sarcastically, "I've been waiting for this party all my life. I just can't wait to meet more people, especially girls, who are probably dying to meet me."

He chuckled. "I know you do," he said, threw his arm around my shoulders and lead me to the couch. Then, without a warning, he threw himself on in and left no place for me. I looked at him angrily, my eyebrows knitted together.

"Seriously?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. He started laughing. "Sorry, baby doll," he winked, "but that much sexiness needs a lot of space, you know?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Cocky, are we?" I asked, as I grabbed his legs and threw them off the couch. I threw myself on it and closed my eyes. This is so comfortable. I could sit in this leather white couch all day.

Suddenly, he sneaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, our hips touching.

"Well, what else can I say?" he murmured in my ear huskily, sending shivers down my spine. "Do you want me to lie?" he mocked and placed his hand on his chest, shaking his head. "I'm surprised, princess, I really am. I thought goody-two-shoes girls don't lie,"

I huffed and rolled my eyes. I tried to get his arm off of me, but I was unsuccessful. "First of all, stop making those ridiculous nicknames for me, they are cheesy and they don't suite me. Second of all, for your information, I'm not goody-two-shoes!" I exclaimed, facing his mocking expression.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds, and then, finally removed his arms and crossed them on his chest. "Prove it," He smirked, his eyes shining mischievously.

I rolled my eyes. "How am I suppose to-"

I was cut off by his phone. He looked at it, and when he saw the caller's ID, his eyes widened and he quickly answered. "Hello?" he grinned, his mood suddenly lightening up. He quickly jumped up and left the room, leaving me alone.

Well, that was weird. I wonder who made him so … happy.

I suddenly heard the steps and he appeared. That was quick.

"Who was-" I started curiously, but he cut me off.

"Listen, I gotta go," he said and grabbed some stuff from the table. "See you later, princess," he grinned and ruffled my hair.

"Hey!" I exclaimed and I heard him laugh, but he was already gone. I rolled my eyes, but shrugged. Well, there's a good thing for everything. I jumped off the couch and headed towards the bathroom, grinning to myself. Now I can at least take a shower like a normal person.


"I look like a slut," I said as I looked myself in the mirror with disgust.

"You don't look like a slut!" Alli exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. I looked at Ryan, but she just shrugged. She was dressed as usual, shorts and a T-shirt, and applied a little mascara, typical sports girl.

We were finally ready for a party we've been getting ready for the past 2 hours. You see, when I was finished with my shower, my dear friends came and insisted on getting me ready for a party. They insisted on doing my hair, which was curled slightly, Naomi did a French manicure on my nails and do on, I don't remember more, and I don't even know if I want to. I just know they tortured me for a long time.

"I thought 'getting ready' meant 'preparing to look nice' and not 'preparing to be a striper.'" I said sarcastically, causing everyone to laugh.

"Come on, it's not that bad, you look really pretty," Naomi said as she fixed my hair and looked in a mirror. "And natural," she added and smiled.

I studied myself. I admit it, I was over-reacting. A little bit. I was wearing flip-flops, a tight white shirt which was tucked in a high-waisted rose skirt, decorated with a brown belt and short denim jacket over it. My long blonde hair, which reached till my waist, was a bit curly, but not too much. As for make-up, I had on quite a few layers of mascara and natural eye-shadow. I didn't need to powder, because I was tan, and I had naturally nice and smooth skin.

"And, the most important part …" added Alli and wiggled her eyebrows, "Drew will definitely fall hard for you." Everyone laughed and I just couldn't help but smile. Sometimes those little comments Allison made really made my day. Not that I would ever admit that to her, but still.

"He won't be able to take his eyes of you, I can assure you that," said Ryan nicely. I rolled my eyes.

"Thank you so much for assuring me that, Ryan," I said sarcastically, "Because you know I'm only living for that one time his eyes meet mine, and then I am so happy that I could just die and go to heaven right away."

She smirked. "Glad I could help."

I just rolled my eyes. Why is everyone so mean? With what kind of people am I hanging out?

The party was meant to be in the house where the reception was, but it was actually everywhere. There were people on the beach, on the fountain, outside …

"This place is so amazing!" Naomi screeched as we were walking towards the reception. There were always some people looking at us, mainly guys, and since I never wore a skirt, I felt really uncomfortable in the moment.

"Hey, girls!" a voice behind us shouted. We turned around and saw Sky standing behind us, with some other guys, red plastic cups in their hands. Naomi squeaked and hugged him.

"We were just going to go to the camp fire, wanna join us?" Sky asked and Naomi nodded.

"Sure!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.

We started walking on the other side of the beach, and after a few minutes, we had reached the camp fire. The fire was already lit, and a few people were already sitting on benches around it.

I turned around to ask the girls where will we sit, but unfortunately, all of them already found their roommates and sat beside them. When I was studying them, everyone seemed to get along really well. Great, this is just my luck. Now I'll have to sit alone.

Suddenly, a strong, muscular arm sneaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I looked up and saw Drew looking at me, mischievously. I just raised my eyebrows and rolled my eyes. He has to stop doing that, it scares me.

"Where shall we sit, milady?" he asked with an English accent and bowed himself. I snored and rolled my eyes.

"Who said I'll be sitting with you?" I replied, smirking.

"Well, since your friends abandoned you, I suppose you don't have any other choice," he smirked back and I clenched my fists.

"I hate you when you're right," I whined and he silently laughed in my ear, making me shiver.

"Then you always hate me, because I'm always right," he murmured in my ear and sat on the nearest free bench, pulling me down to sit next to him. His arm was still around my waist and frankly, I was a bit tired of constantly moving it, so I left it there. It was pointless anyway, he would find another way to annoy me otherwise.

"What are we playing?" asked Allison loudly. I looked at her. She was sitting next to a really pretty guy, who had his arm positioned around her waist just like Drew. She caught me staring and winked at me. Then she pointed with her head in Drew's direction and nodded her head quickly, making me laugh.

"I was thinking about truth and dare, but now when a lot of people are here, what do you say about a little round of 'Never have I ever?'" said Sky, who sat next to Naomi, and everyone agreed.

They started pouring shots and I widened my eyes. Suddenly, memories flashed my mind. Red cups, party, people dancing, loud music, bodies pressed against each other, hands on my waist, lips on my neck … Those were my usual nights one year ago. And now everything was coming back.

"I-I-I can't do this," I stuttered, causing Naomi to look at me with concern.

"Are you okay?" she mouthed, but I just shook my head.

"I thought you're going to give me the proof," a low, sexy voice suddenly whispered in my ear. I faced him and raised my eyebrows.

"What proof?" I asked. Drew leaned in, causing his cheek brush against mine, as he whispered to me.

"A proof that you're not a goody-two-shoes," he said and pulled away.

"But I guess I was right," he said loudly and smirked. I watched him confused as he stood up.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, realizing what he's about to do. "Come and sit down!" I pulled down his sleeve, but he didn't move.

"Guys, I guess we have a goody-two-shoes between us," he shouted and everyone turned in our direction. "This is her," he said and pointed at me, "Megan Williams, everybody. Let's welcome her with a loud applause."

I narrowed my eyes and clenched my fists, when everyone started clapping, looking in my direction and whispering at each other. I'm going to kill him. He actually said that, and he doesn't even know why I don't drink anymore. And of course, he is such an ass he doesn't even care.

"Hey, Sky, do you have some juice for our angel Megan? I'm sure she would appreciate it. She can say a good word for you and maybe you'll go to heaven too," said Drew and smirked down at me, when people started laughing and looking at me.

"Sure I do, I didn't actually expect someone to drink juice, but we'll manage something," answered Sky smugly, looking at me.

"Thanks, man," said Drew and finally sat down. "I'm sure she will appreciate it," he said as he slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me in his embrace. "Wouldn't you, Meggie," he said with a baby voice and pinched my cheeks, like I was some sort of a baby. As the laughter became louder, my head exploded and suddenly, I had enough of everyone constantly bugging me for not drinking.

"I'm not a goody-two-shoes! Stop it!" I shouted and jumped out of my seat. Drew looked at me smugly.

He slowly stood up and faced me. Our faces were almost touching, and when he whispered, his minty breath spread over my face.

"Prove it."

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