"Evie!" My dad's voice floated up the stairs, "door."

I stopped applying my makeup to give myself a confused look in the mirror. It hadn't even reached seven o'clock yet, what was Taylor doing here so early? After finishing up applying lipgloss to my lips, I stood up, straightened the blue satin dress I had bought from the mall and fixed the fishtail plait that rested on my collarbone. Downstairs, I head the door close - my dad must have let Taylor in.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw that it wasn't Taylor waiting for me. Instead, Gerard Way was standing in my hallway, looking very uncomfortable and out of place. I immediately became aware of the little clothes I was wearing.

"Gerard?" I asked, leaning on the dark wood banister.

"Hey Evie," he stuttered as he saw me. I couldn't blame him - I did look like a whore.

"Whatcha doing here?" I skipped down the stairs, pulling my dress down as I did so, and landed on the cold tiled floor.

"Well," he fidgeted, his eyes lingering on the hand clutching at the hem of my dress for a moment too long, "I was cleaning my car and I found this under the passenger seat."

He pulled a teal leather purse out of his deep hoodie pockets. My face lit up instantly.

"My purse! I've been looking everywhere for that! Thanks Gerard," beaming, I took it out of his hand and placed it on the stairs. He stood there, flapping his arms awkwardly. I ducked my head so I could see his eyes under the flop of black hair that always covered them. "Did you need anything else?"

"Are you going to Charlotte Brent's party?" He asked quietly, his eyes scanning my outfit.

"Uh...yeah, why? Are you?" I knew he wasn't so I didn't even know why I was asking. As expected, he shook his head.

"You're going with Dean Stainton?" I nodded, not quite understanding why he was taking so much of an interest. He bit his lip, looking at the floor. "Well," he shrugged, "have fun."

He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm. "Woah, woah, woah! Why were you asking about Dean?"

"No reason," he said simply. I looked at him with sceptical eyes. "I - just be careful, yeah?"

I scoffed. "Be careful of Dean? What's he going to do? Shock me with his incredible wit?"

Gerard smiled but there was a seriousness behind his eyes. "See you on Monday, Evie."

This time I didn't stop him from leaving. He hurried out of the door, his oversized black hoodie flicking out behind him. I stood still in my hallway for a moment, stunned by the strange encounter. The clock on the wall soon kicked me back into action as it read 7:06pm. I sprinted back up the stairs into my room to continue getting ready.

By the time Taylor arrived (at ten to eight), I'd forgotten all about Gerard's warning.

As we pulled up outside the house, an excited and very drunk Charlotte came running towards us, her dark skin very much on show.

"TAYLOR! EVIE!" She stumbled over to the car as we climbed out.

"Hey Charlotte!" Taylor said, hugging Charlotte (or maybe helping to keep her on her feet). I stepped around the front of the car and took my turn in greeting Charlotte. She was incredibly drunk but still took it upon herself to lead us inside the house that was quivering with loud music and drunken teenagers.

After showing us where we could get out drinks, she left me in the kitchen with Dean and dragged Taylor off to show her something else. I stood there feeling I incredibly awkward whilst Dean noticeably stared at my legs. Poor guy; he probably couldn't believe his luck. Eventually he snapped out of whatever perverted daydream he was having and handed me a bottle - I chugged it down enthusiastically; without alcohol, this could turn into one long night...

An hour later, I was just as energetic and drunk as Charlotte. I'd manage to lose Dean without even having an acceptable conversation and I was now standing on Charlotte's couch holding hands with Taylor while we danced to Rihanna and Calvin Harris. As we wobbled and tried to keep each other standing, Ebony made her way through the crowd of people in front of us. Taylor screamed a greeting to her but Ebony ignored it and instead tapped my bare leg. I leant down, almost falling off the couch.

"Dean's looking for you," Ebony said. I shrugged. "Go find him now!"

Even when drunk, Ebony liked to dish out orders. I rolled my eyes and stood back up, tapping Taylor on the shoulder. She turned towards me and I grabbed the hand holding her drink, downing it in one, and then leapt onto the floor to go and find my 'date'.

"You bitch!" Taylor shouted jokingly. I gave a mock bow and dove into the crowd.

It didn't take me long to find Mr Stainton. He was standing in exactly the same place I had left him - in the kitchen, by the drinks, on his own. His groomed, tanned face lit up when he saw me and he subconsciously spiked his gelled, mousey hair. He was a prick.

"Hey Evie," he said in his smoothest, most comedic voice. I stared at him for a moment to see if he was for real. When I realised he was, I stifled a laugh and returned his greeting. "Want a drink?" he asked, signalling to the counter full of bottles behind him. I nodded; I was going to need one. Or two, or three.

And that's exactly what happened. Quite a few cocktails later, I was back in the living room, stood next to Taylor but this time with Dean clinging onto my waist. I chose to ignore the parasite whilst Taylor and I moved to the music. She found the whole thing incredibly amusing; she kept looking at Dean resting his head on my shoulder and putting her hand to her mouth, keeping herself from laughing. I grabbed her hands and headed over to the couch to dance again. We both helped each other climb onto the fabric cushions and stand up tall. Dean let go of me as I did this, obviously not wanting to make a tool of himself by dancing on a couch. Taylor and I, however, didn't give a shit.

After a long time of being ignored, Dean finally got the message and left us alone. I let out a brief victory woo and was then pulled into the kitchen to get more drinks. Whilst there, we found Charlotte with her face pressed firmly into the face of a boy I didn't recognise. When she heard the sound of Taylor and myself entering, she broke away to rush over to us.

"TAAAAAAAYLOR! EEEEEEEEEEEEEVIEEE!" She slurred before she engulfed us both in a huge hug. The three of us stumbled, laughing, whilst Charlotte's bit of fun wandered off to find his next drunken girl. After releasing us, Charlotte felt her way around the kitchen until she found three shot glasses with brown liquid inside of them. As she handed one glass to Taylor and then one to me, my eyes fell on the half empty Jägermeister bottle. I giggled, thinking more alcohol was exactly what I needed.

A large number of Jäger shots later, I was back to dancing with Taylor, this time with Charlotte joining us. I screamed and jumped my way through Changed the Way You Kiss Me and now had my arms over my friend's shoulders whilst we swayed to LMFAO. I felt a hand grasp my own and looked up to see a very drunk Ebony swaying from side to side

"EBONY!" I screamed and the three of us engulfed her in a hug. She threw her arms up over us and shouting something about loving us guys. We all laughed and continued screaming 'I just had sex' at the top of our drunken voices.

After a while, I announced it was time for me to go to the bathroom.

"WEE!" I shouted in a not-so genteel manner, pointing to the ceiling. The girls gave me the thumbs up to show they understood and I began fumbling my way through the crowd of dancing people. Only when I was on the staircase and away from the thumping music did I realise how drunk I was. As I looked up towards the top stair, the world began to tilt and a sick feeling was creeping into my throat. I ignored it and began the stairs on all fours, crawling into the bathroom when I reached the top.

I must have spent longer in the bathroom than I intended to, because someone started hammering on the door and Dean's voice floated through.

"Evie? Are you alright in there?"

I looked up from my position slumped against the side of the bath and shouted a yes back. I had no idea how I ended up leaning against the bath as I had no recollection of doing so. That didn't seem to bother my drunken mind and I happily pushed myself back into a standing position and fell into the door, twisting the lock and pulling on the handle.

Dean was standing just outside. As soon as he saw me, his hands snaked their way around my hips. I'm not sure whether he was trying to be affectionate, or just keeping me from stumbling backwards.

"Woah, how much have you had?!" He asked, letting out a surprised laugh.

I shrugged, holding my finger and thumb up. "A teeeeeny weeeeny bit of Jägermeis..."

I didn't finish my sentence as my head began to spin violently and I dropped it onto Dean's shoulder. He chuckled again and began to help me back down the stairs and onto a couch in the living room.

"You're so hot," Dean said, flopping down next to me.

I giggled, leaning into him heavily. "I know."

He smiled down at me, wrinkling his tanned nose, before crashing his lips into mine. My face contorted into a disgusted look as I tried to pull away, but he followed wherever I moved my face. The catcalls of the people surrounding us seemed to be spurring him on.

"Dean!" I shouted, my voice muffled by his mouth as he tried to force his tongue inside. I tried to shake my head, pushing against his chest but nothing worked. Bringing my hand up, I landed one slap on his cheek and he pulled away immediately. The crowd began to laugh.

"What the fuck, Evie?

"I don't like you," I slurred honestly, standing up. I didn't even bother giving him and explanation, I just wandered off to find my friends. Once I found them, I told them I'd had enough and was going home. They all nodded or gave me a thumbs up so I stumbled back through the living room and out of the door. I thought I heard Dean shouting my name, followed by the word 'bitch', but I ignored it and kept walking.

After five minutes, I turned a corner and stopped; I'd turned into an alleyway that I didn't recognise. It was dark with a lonely streetlamp at the end of it. I looked back the way I came and realised that I'd been in an unfamiliar place for a while - I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, but I didn't know where. I shrugged, carrying on down the dark, deserted alley, hoping that I would be able to find a place I recognised soon.

In my four years in Belleville, I still didn't know any part of it other my street and the route to school. I emerged out of the alleyway onto a residential street I had never been to before and stopped again. I looked both ways, wondering which way would be best to take. Each end of the street looked equally as empty, so I shrugged and staggered right into a bush. I pulled myself out of the branches and carried on towards the right end of the street. I didn't get very far as I was stopped for a third time, except by a chuckling sound that came from behind me. Instinctively, I started to run, absolutely convinced that Dean had followed me. The laughing stopped, and I dared to take a peek over my shoulder. This was a bad move on my part. As I was no longer looking where I was going, my toes caught the edge of a paving stone and I dropped to the ground, grazing my knees and hands. I heard quick, heavy footsteps making their way towards me and I tried to push myself up off the ground to carry on running away.