High school. The best or worst years of your life. But what's worse is moving 4,125 miles to orlando to attend Timber Creek high. Paradises right? Debatable. The difference well, Timber Creek is like a jungle even like a war zone. Rumours spread lik...
The line full of rich and broke. The flashing lights beaming through the front two windows. A rather tall guard with this notepad. A male. This can be easy. The music blaring. I passed through the back alley and caught my eye on a man handing a small plastic bag to a group of people before they entered the house. Bingo.
As the deep loud rumble of my bmw sport caught everyone's eyes I pull up in front of the no parking zone. Expecting a rich man to reveal himself from behind the tinted windows I swing my door open and eventually climbed out after grabbing hold of my phone. Everyone's eyes were on me. I was feeling good. I slam the door shut and made my way down the line of everyone waiting. I soon took notice of the small whispers and glared, I walk by with a confident smile. The feeling of my tight shorts digging into the flesh of my skin as I swiftly walked, the sound of my vans hitting the ground with every step I took. Yep, I was feeling better than ever.
( picture at bottom so u get a rough idea of what his car looks like)
"Your name?" The guard blurted placing an arm before me. "Oh cmon let a man have a good night and maybe he'll play with you" I voiced with a soft laugh. A smirk formed upon my face as I grabbed his hand causing him to fall closer towards me. I shot a gaze into his eyes before walking in. As I expected, easy enough.
An unknown person behind me seemed to have watched me closely. "Alright clay go on in" I heard the guard call out from behind. Clay hands him a 20 and followed behind into the larger room.
I come to a halt at the doorway. As my eyes scanned the room my body leans onto the side of the door. My eyelids slowly fall close, the heavy beats of the music trail from my feet all the way up to me mind. The feeling, the thought of being here satisfied my whole body. I feel a sudden swish of wind sending chills down my neck.
My eyes soon flutter open to be faced with a younger boy, he looks back at me with a wink. I tilt my head slightly observing his looks, dirty blonde hair that fell down just about his eyes in curls, his emerald green eyes that shimmered beneath the flashing lights of the party. A smile that brought light and deviousness. I needed a better look but kept that thought waiting as I came here for nothing but the drugs.
You already know it, four shots down. A local pill to give you the night of your life. And of course I was already high. I swayed my hips the the music, not a card in the world. I felt eyes on me. The same boy from before. I watched his eyes follow me. A black button up shirt that revealed his chest, slightly tight but he managed to pull it off. It was breathtaking. It felt like a mystery really. The masculinity hiding beneath his shirt. His green eyes.
But I was too busy feeling every movement of my body on this dance floor. The slow motion. The point is, I'm dressed like this and from someone's point of view, I'm a target. A fucked up boy, easy to take home.
That's when I felt a tight grip on my waist. I felt someone pull me back into their arms. I felt almost every inch of their body against mine. "Well hello there" He growled into my ear.
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George's car
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