The boy next door

Can you feel my heart?

Derek's POV

When I arrived at the loft it was spotless! I had a mini flash back of previous parties I've thrown and at first they're usually clean and neat. But when all those hideous teens arrive, it turns into a junk yard. All the kids are high, drunk, making out, having sex in the master bedroom upstairs, or dirty dancing with one another. I really wonder what parties were like back then. Did they even have parties? But don't get me wrong all those girls dancing with one another makes me want to join in. But tonight will be different because Malia is coming and lets just say I've got my eyes on her.

I started walking around a bit. I went upstairs into the master bedroom and stood in front of the full body mirror. I was wearing black jeans with white air max shoes. With a white t-shirt and on top of that I wore a black short sleeved American apparel with white strings hanging from the hood. In my defence I looked pretty hot if you asked me. But let's wait and see what Malia thinks. "Holy crap am I trying to impress a girl?" I said out loud with shock.

'Pull yourself together man you don't need no bitch telling you what to do and how to feel' I thought to myself. I spoke out loud, "You're fucking Derek Materazzi! Your going to throw the biggest party of the year like you've done in the previous years. No one and I mean NO ONE will stop you from throwing this party. Not the popos and not even Malia.. Wow I feel much better"
But that was I lie. I don't feel better, I still have this weird feeling in my stomach that when I see Malia everything will change.

I walked down the stairs and as I got off the last step I stopped and froze as if I'd just been shot. I felt something really weird in my chest, it felt like something was pumping. Can this really be? Is my heart actually starting to beat again?

Malia's POV
I looked in the mirror, I was wearing really, really tight glossy black tights, with my white converse and a white lace crop top that showed most of my stomach. I straitened my hair, I put on a lot of mascara, I winged my eyeliner, and I wore a bit of gold sparkle eyeshadow.

I looked like one of those party animal girls who want to get drunk and dirty dance with every hot guy in the room. But it's not like I wear this stuff everyday. I've been to 2 or 3 parties in my entire life so I know what to expect, but I've never worn something like this. It's the first time I dress up like a.. well, a slut I could say. But in my defence I don't look ugly, I actually feel kind of pretty. I mean I'm totally against whores and sluts and all that bull shit. But I'm not a slut or a whore, in fact I'm still a virgin! So I guess it's okay for one night to dress up a little.. differently.

"Santana I'm off to the party Lita is outside waiting for me." I called out.
I wanted to get out of the house as fast as I could so Santana won't see what I'm wearing. "Oh okay, have fun and the latest you can stay out is 12:3-" she stopped her sentence and took aback when she fully saw what I was wearing.
"Uhm Malia are you sure you want to wear that?" She said as she looked up and down my body. I put on my leather jacket and zippered all the way.
"Oh come on Santana I hardly ever go out and wear clothes like this. It's the first time! Please pretty pleasee." I begged.
"Ugh fine but if your mother catches you, you don't mention me at all. Deal?" I nodded my head and shook her hand, "Deal." She smiled at me but without showing teeth, "Okay now go on and remember to be back around 12:30." I checked the time and it was 8:45 pm. I was about to say goodbye but she grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me close. "And remember Malia, if Derek is at the party, stay away from Mr. Materazzi as much as you can." I may have failed to mention that Derek is hosting the party. Because if my mom or Santana knew, they would never let me go.
"O-okay-"
"I'm serious Malia. That boy has 'danger' written all over him." I remembered from the night I got attacked Lita said something really similar to what Santana just said, "They don't call him 'danger' for nothing."