Losing Control.

It started as an excuse. An excuse to get out of the house, have a good time, do something you'd just fucking love to have your parents find out about. It was an excuse to find out more about that boy, the one with the bright smile and the dark hair. He was just perfect; you knew he was perfect. That's how it started.

Told in an original character's point of view. She's been Patrick's best friend forever. She's nameless (as is Peter). It's not all too important.

Dedicated to my writer's block. This is a shot to your head.