Parties are a common thing when you're a teenager, everybody knows that.

It's always fun to take a break from school every couple of weeks to go to a party, even if everybody was too young to drink or smoke.

Yet, you had only started going to these parties since this year - considering it was your final year of high school, and all. You wanted to enjoy it while it was still there.

Ever since you had started to attend said-parties, though, you have always gone back to one boy.

Rock Bennett.

He was an absolute prick, truly. He often got into fights, he smoked, he dealt drugs. Most people didn't like him, and those who did were either exactly the same as him, or wanted some of his drugs.

Although, with you, he was not that prick. Sure, he was intense, but that was his whole personality. With you, he was always into it. Just a casual make-out session was far from calming or passionate.

Every single party you've attended since the start of this year, you've found yourself making out with him within at least one point of the night. It was enjoyable. He knew exactly what to do, how to make a girl feel good.

Tonight, you're attending a Halloween party held at one of the rich kids' houses. You can see him from across the room, and he's dressed as a Rockstar. Funny.

Glancing down at your drink, you wait for the liquid courage to kick-in. After all, neither of you ever spoke while sober.