God, I'm such a loner.
I think to myself scooping a spoonful of Ben&Jerry's half baked ice cream into my mouth snuggled in bed with my christmas pyjamas on watch a re-run of this years 'Big Fat Quiz of the Year'. A cool breeze of air falls through the my window which I've opened slightly. My door opens suddenly, I look up to find a grown man grinning
"s-sorry baby guuurl" he slurs "wrong.." he hiccups "room"
I sigh. This frequently happens when my mum holds parties; people mistake my room for the bathroom, they're right next to eachother.
We should have a sign or something.
I roll my eyes at his drunken idocy.
"Next door on your right" I force a smile at him. He simply grins and hiccups again.
"Thanks lil lady" he nods his appreciation and walks out my room closing the door. I turn back to the tv to see Russell Howard making a joke. I giggle and keep eating my ice cream. I get interrupted again by a knock on my door as my mother appears and sighs laying her eyes on me.
"oh Jamiie! You were meant to get ready, Mrs. Conrey brought her friends who are new in town. She has a son" she tempts me, i roll my eyes again.
"Fine but just till the end of the fireworks" I mutter pulling myself out of bed putting my ice cream in my mini fridge and freezer. My mum smiles.
"Thank you baby" she says soothingly "im pretty sure you'll like him" she giggle softly and shes gone again.
I love my mum, she knows what im into, she knows im not a very socialble person and she knows a hot guy when she sees on.
Me and my mum live together in a three story house. Okay, okay people may say we're being greedy having three floors for just two people but my mum wanted to redeem herself, to show that she's not just a doll people can throw around.
Urgh, I cant believe my dad treated her like that. I did have a brother but he moved away while we still lived with dad.
By the time I finished thinking I was already dressed. I just needed to add a touch of eyeliner and tie my deep purple hair and eletric pink fringe into two low ponytails. I stare at myself in the long mirror.
Im wearing my Christmas outfit. A classic creme coloured dress with black spots and a black netting under skirt with a simple black cardigan. Also my new fishnets and new military boots. I may be a jeans and t-shirt girl but i do have to shake it up sometimes.
I grin at myself once ive completed my liquid eyeliner on the top lid finished with a dainty flick and pencil eyeliner on the bottom. I start rapidly putting my junk plastic bracelets on which end up running up my arm, covering my scars. I also put my simplistic chord choker with small metal pendants spelling out 'Jamiie' also my black collar with a bell attached and my Deathly Hallows necklace topped with more junk jewllery necklaces.
I finally finish and plug in my headphones to my ipod nano generation 5 and press play, safely storing it in my bra. Instantaniously, Bowling for Soup's Punk Rock 101 started playing, I smile and unlock the bathroom door and swing it open, bumping into someone, I keep my head down.
"Ew, are you fucking kidding me?!" a high pitched voice squeals arrogantly. I snap my head up to see a bleach blond haired girl with big boobs, her bra's probably full of tissue. She's in a tight short white dress showing off her long slim legs which run to her feet where she was wearing white strappy healed sandals. Her hair was straight but half in in a ponytail at the back. She growls at me.
"Dont fucking knock into me you bitch" she snaps. I cower away instantly.
"yeah that's what i thought" she mutters and steps past me slamming the door in my face.
I close my eyes and sigh then take a deep breath and put a fake, forced smile on as I make my way to the staircase. From the top of the stairs you can see the ocean of people, there's way more than mum invited.
Poor mum.
I take another deep breath as I bravely venture into the crowd of people celebrating the New Year.
I look around, being quite small, people tend to tower over me. I quickly try find my mother, but walk into a group of teenagers who really shouldnt be here. I recognize them and try speed off in the other direction.
"Hey Williams! Get over here" Carl calls.
Too late.
I stop mid tracks and sigh to myself.
"What is it Barnston?" I growl at him. He chuckles as I turn around to face him and his group.
"my, my. Someones feisty tonight" He grins as I roll my eyes. He stands up downing his beer and putting the bottle on the side table.
Slowly, he walks up to me and strokes my cheek. I whimper as his skin touches mine. He grins
"Oh Jamiie, you're too easy" he chuckles as I frown.
"please stop" I resort to pleading.Cclassy. One of his gang members grabs my hands and secures them tightly in his.
Carl grins and steps close to me pushing his hips onto myside, I feel his member growing more obvious. He grins and leans in, brushing hair from my ear.
"I think you might get lucky tonight" he smirks. I keep struggling but its useless.
"Please Carl" I whimper but the guys grip gets tighter. A shadow suddenly casts upon us.
"I believe, the lady is uncomfortable" the shadow mutters calmly. Carl chuckles
"Dont be a hero, dude" the boy's grip tightens around my hands.again but then is released as this mystery guy grabs the boys shoulder and growls, discreetly pushing him and knocking him backwards, trying not to cause a scene. I take a peek at my mystery hero.
Hes got jet black straight hair covering his left eye, a lip piercing and an eyebrow piercing. He keeps his eyes down so I can't look at his eyes and what colour they are. But he's wearing a black shirt with a red tie and white waist coat with black skinny jeans.
My heart skips a beat but I quickly run away finding my mother and sticking by her side, clinging to her arm. Mentally thanking my hero in black skinny jeans.
***A/N***
hey! sorry if it's short. I've been working off my phone because the laptops broke so I haven't got the faintest clue how long it is or how it looks. I hope you enjoyed it. Please comment your thoughts on this, much appreciated! x3 Im also apologizing for the awful cover, like I said, working off my phone. Luckily, I had that picture but anyones welcome to make me one. That also would be much appreciated! ^_^ Thanks! hope you enjoyed it!
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My Hero in Black Skinny Jeans
Teen FictionJamiie Williams is at the bottom of Park high's food chain. When her hero in black skinny jeans saves her from her pointless life, she see's light again. Her life is worth living until he gets ripped away from her. Will her hero in black skinny jean...