Living With The Bad Boy

15) Party In The U.S.A.

"You are not wearing that," Sam declared, blocking me from going out the front door.

I huffed in frustration, crossing my arms. "We've been at this for thirty minutes and I do not want to be late. Everyone else has already left. Why can't we just go already?" The one time I actually want to go to a party...

"Because you're wearing that!" he exclaimed as if that was the answer for everything. It's not like he's not my dad.

"Your little sister went out in shorter clothes and you're worried about me? This isn't even that bad!" I exclaimed, trying to leave again.

"Luke went with her and I trust him around my sister," he calmly answered, trying to get me to change, again.

"I still don't see the problem," I sang out, slightly, no, very annoyed. I still haven't gotten a proper answer.

He sighed, rubbing the crease of his eyebrows. Psh, I'm the one who should be doing that. "There are many perverted guys out there," he started off.

I coughed, "Samuel Vincent Perverted Ryder."

Ignoring me, he continued. "And you're wearing that shirt which shows way too much. I don't want a bunch of drunk fuckers after your drunkass."

"It barely shows my stomach," I pointed out, pulling the zip of my leather jacket closer together to make a point.

"And it will have drunk guys following you around," he deadpanned, placing a hand on my shoulder. The odd tingles reapperard again.

I shoved it off for the case of the odd tingles that appeared and lingered. "I've been to parties before," I reminded him. "If someone tries something, I'll break their bone. They have two hundred and five other ones anyway."

He cracked a smile at that, guiding me out the front door. Finally.

"You can't get drunk this time or else I'll let you puke all over your bed," he weakly warned, groaning as I laughed at him the whole ride.

No, not that ride. Get your mind out of the gutter.

"Whose house is this?" I asked as we entered inside. Whoever owned this mansion was filthy rich.

"Cole's" he answered with an annoyed look. Cole who? Oh, the black haired serious guy. Their rivalries are stupid to be honest.

"Let's go dance," I excitedly jumped, pulling him onto the dance floor. The rest of the gang including Blake were nowhere to be found. Eh, I'll find them later.

"Eager to touch me princess," he huskily whispered in my ear, slightly chuckling as I shivered. Dang you Lauren for being so affected.

"You wish," I whispered back in a low voice, finding myself snorting as he let out a shiver this time.

Then, I pushed him back to snap him out of his daze with a smirk. "I'm bored," I whined, stomping my foot.

"There's a pool over there," he trailed off, giving me a hopeful grin.

I smacked him on his head for his idiocracy. "I'm not wearing a swimsuit," I reminded him, pointing out the obvious.

"That's even better for me," he grinned, trying to slip his hand lower. I slapped him on his shoulder, hard. Pervert.

"I'm going to find the girls and convince them to get drunk, see you later," I said, not bothering to wait for a reply. I was still mad about how he acted before.

Jogging up the endless amount of stairs, I stopped to catch my breath. I walked around the whole second floor, nope, no girls were there. Just a whole shit of horny teenagers being indecent.