Bad boys do it well

Chapter 7: Shut up your perfect

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Brooke's POV

I stepped out of the bathroom at 8:50 pm. I walked over to my body length mirror and gasped. I looked beautiful. My hair waved down my shoulders, wisps of it falling into my face constantly. The dress hugged my stomach and flowed out at my hips. And the heels made me look 2 inches taller. I smiled and grabbed my coat and my phone.

"Holy shit." I jumped back, bumping into Amity.

"I really have to tell my mom to stop letting you in." I complained wearily.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit."

"What?" I said, turning to her. "What's wrong with you?"

I walked away to grab my purse.

"What's wrong?" She swung her arms up. "You're hot that's what!"

"Shut up. I can be hot."

She laughed, tossing back her hair. "Not like this."

I stopped to look at her. Her dress was gold with sequins. Her hair fell down her back smoothly. She looked like she was meant to be a model.

"Ok fine, your freakishly sexy." I giggled.

"Thanks." She winked and checked her phone. Just as she began to say we should go, the doorbell rang.

We exchanged looks and dashed down the stairs. The smell of alcohol drifted towards us from the living room. My parents were having a party. Amity swung open the door, revealing some very stunned boys.

"Hey babe," she said casually. She walked up to Jasper and kissed him.

"Woah." Said Callum.

"What? Oh um... Thanks." I smiled. "You look amazing to- I mean you look good- I mean you look better then good but not sexy- not that you're not sexy but-" Callum stopped me there by grabbing my hand and smirking sheepishly. I blushed uncontrollably and squeezed his hand back. I was going to kiss this boy tonight.

We hopped into Jaspers truck and drove to the house party. When we got there, Callum hopped out and took my hand again. I have to admit he looked hot. He was wearing a white dress shirt with black dress pants and converse.

"I feel a bit overdressed." I said.

"Shut up and just admit you look hot." He said.

I hit his arm and we walked into the house. Immediately I was overwhelmed by the sound of music, people and drinking. Cigarette smoked trailed past my nose and I scrunched it. The house was dark and it took a while for my eyes to adjust. People were making out all over; on he table, the stairs, against the fridge, on chairs, and even in the bathroom.

"Have you ever been to a house party before?" He asked over the music.

"No. I have never gone to any with Amity." I was getting nervous.

Callum held my hand tighter and guided me somewhere with his hand on my waist. I felt his breath on my neck. Holy shit make it stop. But on the other hand... Suddenly we entered a room; slightly quieter and a little darker. It was a room with a large screen, showing the ball drop. It was only 10:00 so I didn't know what we were going to do until then. We sat down on a couch and just talked. I told him about my parents and my school. And he told me about how he met Jasper. Suddenly his hand was on my knee. And I wasn't moving away. And suddenly my hand was on his knee. And he wasnt moving. And we kept talking. And talking. Until there was nothing left to talk about. And then it was 11:30 and we realized how long we had been talking for. He moved away, somehow moving me with him. Like some kind of magnetic force. I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes...

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"Brooke. Brooke, the ball is dropping."

I fluttered my eyes open and lifted my head. I saw Callum and realized I fell asleep.

"What? I'm sorry I didn't-"

"No it's fine I just thought you would want to see it." He grinned.

I smiled back. I shook my head to get rid of the tiredness and sat up.

"10...9...8...7..." Everyone shouted. "6...5...4..." I looked at Callum, and he looked at me. "3...2...1..."

And then I did it. I leaned right in and I kissed him. And it was hilarious. You see, I slipped on the couch so I fell into the kiss, which meant it was sloppy and weird. And he pulled away to laugh. And I laughed. And he held my hand. And I held it right back.

And everything was perfect.

*short chapter I know but it is midnight and I really wanted to update so you would all have a surprise in the morning. Enjoy, vote and comment!*