Two Wrongs Dont Make A Right

Chapter One : Mind Telling Your Name Before Eye Humping Me?

I felt the guy behind me before I saw him. He was grinding against me while dancing. I turned and grimaced. A thirty-year old man with a horndog expression. I quickly moved after , pushing my way through the pounding club. It was jam packed , barely any room to dance. I got to the bar and snagged a seat. The waiter walked over , a cute guy with brown hair and green eyes. "Can I please have a beer?" I asked , twirling my hair around my finger , leaning forward. He stared for a second then grabbed it , placing my drink in front of me. "Thanks so much." I purred. "Yeah. Anything you need." he replied , tone hinting he wanted more than a drink inside of me. I quickly downed my drink , sliding back into the crowd. I was wandering around , when I caught sight of my best friend , Laurel. I slid over. "Hey babae!" she called over the music. "Having fun?" she asked. I grinned and nodded , dancing beside her. "Don't look now , but there's a tres cute guy staring at you." she whispered to me. I non-chalantly glanced behind me. She was right. Cute didn't work though. Hot , sexy , gorgeous all ran through my head. He had midnight black hair , the kind that you only see in movies , and green eyes so piercing I culd see them from my stance , several feet away. I blushed and turned back , trying to ignore him. Hours later , Laurel was dragging me out of the club. Maybe I'd had a bit too much too drink. We hailed a cab , sliding into the back seat. We were headed to Laurel's house , since my parents would be horrified if they saw their little girl in this state. I closed my heavy eye lids , letting myself doze off. I woke to Laurel shaking me -quite roughly might I mention. I stumbled out of the cab , handing the driver the money. It's embarrassing to say , but I was in one of the richer parts of town. Okay , the richest part. My parents came from old money , my grandfather had been a great writer , made millions. I walked into Laurel's house , knowing her parents weren't home. They never were. We walked up to her bedroom. I opened a drawer in her dresser filled with my stuff. After about 3 months of our friendship (We had become instant best friends in grade seven) I realized that I needed to keep some stuff here. I pulled out pyjamas quickly changing. I walked into the bathroom , staring at my reflection for a minute. My white-blonde hair fell past my shoulders , silver looking in the harsh light , and curly. I had pale grey eyes , like slush , with the color gone. My face was petite , but not innocent looking. My red lipstick and eyes ringed in black took care of it. My body's thin , from running , though I don't look like some of the whores at school , who think they're fat at 65 pounds. I stumbled back to the bed , flopping onto my side. Me and Laurel were complete opposites. She had reddish brown hair that was stick straight , only falling about two inches from her shoulder. She had sharp features , wide brown eyes. The only thing we had in common was our height , both 5'9' at sixteen. Our birthdays were 4 days apart. She clambered onto the bed beside me and the second she turned off her bedside lamp I was out.

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   I was woken to Laurel's face close to mine. I yelped and rolled away. She laughed sat back. "We're going to Ryder's." she announced. Ryder was our best guy friend. He was our age , but his mom was away in the army , giving him free rein of the house. His father's a touchy subject. He was the one that we went to for parties , or to just hang out. I nodded. Laurel's hair was damp , I knew she had already showered. "Pick me an outfit." I groaned , rolling off the bed to my feet. Laurel was the girl that didn't no for an answer. The most stubborn person I've ever met. It would be no use arguing with her. I padded to her bathroom. I took two Tylenols to help with the thunderous headache and let the hot water beat the tension out of me. I walked into the room , eyeing my outfit. Black jean daisy dukes , a purple tube top. Well , it was summer. I shrugged into the clothes and walked downstairs after pulling my pale hair into a ponytail. I snagged a protein shake from the fridge before Laurel dragged me to her car , an old Spider. I slid into the passenger seat , cringing from the harsh light. She drove quickly to Ryder's house , not talking , just humming along to the radio. Clearly she wasn't nearly as hungover as me. We walked through his front door , long since have abandoned knocking. I heard a small shriek , and guessing from the closeness it was Laurel. I turned to see her enveloped in a bear hug from Ryder. Ryder wasn't small by any means. Dark blonde scruffy hair and baby blue eyes he was a surfer like guy. He worked out about 7 times a week , and it showed , at 6' foot and super muscular. Not too mention sweet. And a great drinking buddy. He set Laurel down then pulled me into a crushing hug. I groaned and pulled back. "Not feeling so great." I mumbled as he smirked at me. "Rough night?" he asked , smirk broadening. "Ass-hole." I snapped , letting him know he was right on the money. "Anyway , the main reason I asked you guys to come here is that I've had a ... surprise visitor." he told me and Laurel , who both stared at him. "So , are you going to tell us or are we going to guess?" Laurel snapped , impatient as always. "Cool it babe. He's out back. Follow me if you will." he said. Me and Laurel of course obliged. We walked into the back , where a sprawling pool was , along with a treehouse. Smoke was billowing from a barbeque. But that wasn't what caught my attention. It was the guy there.