~Ryan's POV~
God knows I needed a party, anything to get my mind off...I'm not even going to think about it. You know why? Because tonight I'll be having fun with Emma.
The new girl, Tori's house—or should I say mansion—was well lit down a bare gravel path, no neighbors nearby so we could be as wild as we wanted. I pulled up on my motorcycle, taking my helmet off and placing it on the handle. Everyone knew me, so everyone knew that if they touched my motorcycle, Rocky, they'd be shoveling gravel out of their ass for weeks.
When I approached the music pulsating house, the firsts to walk up to me were Brad and Turner, two of my closest "acquaintances." I didn't really have friends since I found friendship to be tedious and risky. You never know when someone will stab you in the back. Emma
