"I hate parties with a burning passion," I tell Mac as we get out of the car. "Almost as much as I hate you." I fake a smile at him.
He shuts his door. "Ouch, I thought your time of the month finally ended, so why are you still freaking PMS-ing at me?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm not. You don't understand, I'm just not the partying type."
"Probably 'cause you've never actually been to one," Mac laughs at me.
"Shut up, you don't know that," I shove him. "I have been to multiple parties." Okay, technically, I'm not lying.
We finally reach the door of the house of the party. "I bet this whole 'innocent' thing is just an act," Mac steps closer to me. "You're probably actually the biggest partier here," he whispers in my ear.
I hate him. I hate him for purposely making me feel all wired inside. I don't know what that feeling is, but I know that I hate it. The only thing I don't hate about him is he still acts the same around me after I told him about my parents.
Someone finally opens the door.
And he's only in his pants or 'underwear' as Mac would say.
"Hey guys, why are you guy still dressed?" The almost-naked boy asks us.
Mac and I both exchanged confused looks. "Cole, what are you talking about?" He asks him.
"Oh you didn't know? This is a strip party," the boy who apparently is name Cole, laughs.
We both Widen our eyes at him.
"What the fuck is a strip party?" I ask him, who happens to be the host of the party.
"It's a party where you strip down to only to your underwear. It's pretty self-explanatory," Cole laughs at me, like I'm stupid.
What the heck? I didn't know these were real! I've read something like this in a fanfic on WattPad, but didn't think they really existed.
Next thing I know, Mac and I are being pushed inside the ginormous house, that's blasting with music. There are people dancing half- naked everywhere. Oh crap, this is 10x worse than parties back in London.
"So, you guys can just put your clothes anywhere, as long as you don't forget them." Cole tell us as he walks away.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," I tell Mac as I begin to undress.
He looks at me surprised. "You're actually going to take off your clothes?"
"You always tell me I need to loosen up," I remind him. "Plus, we already drove 30 minutes to get here, and your Mum already left. We can't just back out now."
"Yeah, yeah, you're right." He runs a hand through his quiff. "Now, don't look."
I scoff. "You don't look,"
"It's not like I would want to anyways,"
"Your an ass," I roll my eyes.
"Okay, how about we both just turn around." He suggests.
That would make it a bit less awkward. "Okay,"
We both turn in the other direction and awkwardly take off our clothes, with the music still blasting.
I look down to cheek what I'm wearing underneath. Oh thank god. I'm wearing my matching black lace bra and pants, Jazzi told me to buy them from Victoria secret. I remember her telling me not to ware my pink bunny pants anymore because she said its 'not cool'. Jazzi is a life saver.
