Lacy had some problems when living in Westland, so she convinced her parents to let her move in with her aunt who is never home. Lacy makes friends, goes to school, and talks to boys; like normally. But something from her past comes back to get her., what happens then?


1. one.

I walked into the party fashionable late, of course. This was supposed to be the biggest party of the summer, especially because this was Justin’s party; he was the most popular boy in school. Not to mention that he was absolutely stunning.

His house was massive with 8 bedrooms, 7.5 bathrooms, a home theatre, a pool with a waterslide and two bowling lanes in the basement. The party was held in the backyard, though. It was a pool party.

I was in a little bikini that I felt outlined my body perfectly, it was brown with pink polka dots. I topped my outfit off with a brown tinted see-through half-shirt that stopped just over my belly ring, some pink aeropostale short-shorts, my Michael Kors bag and brown Jimmy Choo sandals. I put my long, curly, red hair up into a messy bun and threw on my D&G shades. I thought I was fabulous.


I walked into the scorching sun and shielded my eyes so I could see my surroundings better. I looked around for my best friend, Laurel, who was laying in a lawn chair tanning.

Laurel was the first person I'd met here in Birchwood. We clicked instantly and ever since then we've been inseparable. 

I was about to walk over to her, but I was bumped into by some guy. Without seeing who it was I quickly responded, “Watch where you are going, Jesus!”

“My bad shawty, I didn’t see you there.” It was Justin; I bumped into Justin.

Justin and I haven’t really met, I was kind of the new girl even though I have friends. I came to Birchwood High two months ago. It has been a pretty good senior year, I don’t get bullied and guys try to hit on me… you know, the normal.

“No, you’re fine.” I was so stunned by his beauty, I couldn't scold him for being in my way. Everyone always said that he was the sexiest guy in the school, but I didn’t really pay attention until today.

“So I’ve heard. You’re not too bad yourself.” He said with a flirty voice and a wink as he grabbed a drink from the platter some waiter walked around with.

Was he flirting with me? Oh, he better be careful; flirting is my forte. I threw on my best flirty smirk and I raised my sunglasses up a little so he could see my eyes, “Should I say thank you? And someone over here is a little cocky, eh?” I put my shades back over my eyes and crossed my arms.

“Yes, you should say thank you… it shows manners,” he said with a chuckle. He leaned back against the wall of his house. He continued after he took a sip of his drink, “Me? Cocky? Well, that's what I hear people say about me."

I giggled as I shrugged my shoulders. “We’ll see.” It was my turn to wink, even though he couldn't see it, as I turned around to walk towards Laurel, but not without looking back to check if he was watching me walk away; he was. Just to tease him, I put a little switch in my walk even though I didn’t need to because I already had a noticeable butt.

Laurel spotted me and skipped over to me, “What was all that about?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked as I waved at a crowd of guys that were staring at me.

“What am I talking about; you know what I’m talking about. That conversation with Justin, you know, I don’t want to know. You should just stay away from him; I heard he was a player and bad news.” She was always concerned about me and who I talk to. I got used to it about three weeks after I came to Birchwood.

“Oh, I don’t believe in rumors and you know that. We just talked, it wasn’t really about anything. Just a little flirting, that’s it.” I told her nonchalantly. It was no big deal, I mean; I haven’t heard anything about him. But then again, I’ve only been here for about two months.

“Ok, whatever.” Laurel started twitching her nose, meaning that she smelled something. She always twitched her nose when she smelled something she liked, like she was trying to get a better whiff of the fragrance. “Let’s go inside, it’s too hot and the sun is about to go down soon.”

Laurel grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me over to the door, but my favorite song came on. I had to dance. “No, I want to dance. Plus, I just got here. We might as well have a little fun while we’re here.”

I made my way over to the spot on the grass where everyone was dancing and started to move my hips to the beat. Someone came up behind me; some guy. I didn’t know who it was, and I didn’t really care because I just wanted to have fun. He grabbed my hips and I started to dance on him.

When I turned around after the song ended, I realized that the guy behind me was Justin. “Wow, you really know how to move.” He whispered into my ear.

I shrugged, “It’s nothing really.”

The sun was starting to set and the outside lights turned on. “What’s your name? I didn’t catch it earlier.”

“Lacy, my name is Lacy. And you’re Justin, right?” I tilted my head to the side like I didn’t actually know his name.

He chuckled, “Yeah, it is. Do you have a phone?”

I handed him my phone after I unlocked it and handed it to him. He pressed the screen a couple times and handed it back. He had put his number is under ‘Mr. Sexy’.

“Mr. Sexy?” I raised my eyebrows. This guy is amazingly cocky.

“Yup,” he said popping the ‘p’.

“I’ll admit that you are sexy, but don’t you think that’s a little cocky?” I said as I put my phone back into my purse.

“Well, I’ve been told that I was cocky, but it was never under these circumstances if you know what I’m getting at. I like to think of myself as a tad bit overly confident.” Here was his wink again.

I raised one eyebrow, “Under these circumstances? So you must be telling me that you’re amazing in bed then.”

“I was hinting at that.” He chuckled. His eyes scanning his backyard making sure everything was fine.

“Well, that is very nice to know.” I started to say more, but I felt a pair eyes burn a hole in my back. Laurel was staring at me, “If you will excuse me, I need to go see what’s up with my friend.” I walked away from Justin and over to Laurel, who seemed to be giving me a very dirty look.

“What’s the look for?”

“You know what it’s for--talking to Justin… dancing on Justin. This day just gets better doesn’t it?” She was starting to annoy me with all this Justin talk. Couldn’t I just have some fun? I am at a party.

“What’s up with you and him? Why do you not want me to talk to him? And if you don’t like him so much, why are you here?” The frustration was evident in my voice.

Her attitude softened, “Nothing, let’s just go get some punch or something.”

She was hiding something from me and I knew it, I just didn't know what. I'm determined to find out, too.

As we walked over to the punch table, we passed the pool just as some kid did a cannonball. He splashed a ton of water on me, but somehow Laurel managed to move out of the way before the water hit us.

Water splashed all over me. Now everything was wet, even though I came to a pool party, I never intended to get wet. Now my hair and clothes were soaking and my mascara started to run.

Everyone stopped for a minute to stare at what happened, but then another popular song came on and everyone forgot about me. I stood there in awe of what happened.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—” The kid started to apologize to me, but I didn’t want to hear it so I held up one hand silencing him.

“Whatever, just keep on swimming.” I turned around and looked at Laurel who was still in shock. “I’m going to go home and clean up, I’ll call you later.”

I was furious; I wanted nothing more than to just punch the kid in his ugly little chubby face.

As I stepped inside the house Justin came running over to me, “Hey! Are you ok? I saw what happened.”

“I’m fine.” I reached for the doorknob, but Justin grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t go yet, at least dry off first. Listen, you can use my bathroom upstairs in the second room on the left and I can find you some clothes if you want.”

“That’s nice, but I think I’ll pass.” I tried to exit again, but he wouldn’t let me.

“You aren’t going to win, even if you leave I’ll just tell the guard not to open the gate and let you out.” He said all of this as if he’s done it before, but I didn’t feel like arguing so I agreed.

I started up the stairs, but stopped for a second when I saw that Laurel was giving me the death stare. As I reached Justin’s room, I stopped and marveled over the scene.

He had a California king-sized bed with a purple comforter set. A 64” flat screen television graced the wall next to a collage of pictures that had him and what looked like his family on them. Other boy stuff and knick-knacks were in the room, also.

“What size are you?” Justin asked as he walked into his closet, which was enormous from what I saw.

“Um, I’m not sure. I just pick stuff up and try it on; I never really look at the size.” I confessed.

“Great. The bathroom is over there, and towels or whatever you need are in the closet over there.” He pointed to what he was talking to.

“Um, I really just need a hair dryer. I can take a shower and everything else at home, but my hair needs to be done now before it tangles and become a jungle.” I kind of felt uncomfortable taking a shower here.

Justin chuckled, “I was going to wash and dry your clothes for you, and I don’t suspect that you would just change clothes without showering.”

“Fine,” I gave in as I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the necessary items before turning on the water. I stripped my clothes and stepped into the steaming water. I decided to make this a quick shower because I wasn’t home.

When I stepped out, my clothes were gone and the door was slightly open. I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into his bedroom. There were clothes on the bed and a hair dryer was lying on top of them.

I walked over to Justin’s bedroom window and looked outside where the party used to be, it had died down now and mostly everyone was leaving. Some kids, I'm guessing they were his closer friends, we're all sitting under the cabana drinking and talking.

I walked back over to the bed and looked at the clothes. I thought that they would be his clothes, but they looked like they were made for girls. I put on the clothes, that fit perfectly, and I dried my hair.

I walked out to the backyard, after putting the clothes on and drying my hair, and over to Justin and his friends. 

"Are my clothes done yet?" I asked softly.

Justin looked up at me and smiled, "Hey! They fit. I knew they would. And your clothes should be done in about an hour. Why don't you sit with us?"

I sat down and smiled at the guys. There were about six of them. "This is Kameron, Junior, Greg, and Diondre. They also love here," Justin informed me. 

I greeted the guys and pulled my phone out, trying to drown out the conversation they were having. I decided to text Laurel and ask her if she was okay. Her attitude today was really snobby; I don't do snobby.

No reply. Ok. 

I wasn't listening to Justin and they guys' conversation, but I caught a name.... a name that I never wanted to hear ever again in my life. 

Jimmy Renaldo.

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