Asphalt Burning [N.H]

2. hot girl bummer

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I hate your friends and they hate me too
Fuck you, and you, and you
This that hot girl bummer anthem
Turn it up and throw a tantrum
-hot girl bummer by blackbear
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Alyssa has complained the entire way to the party about my music and why I 'never let her have the aux.' That's all she does. When she isn't complaining, she's making fun of somebody, working on a car, or cracking a joke.

Ashton decided he didn't want to come to the party because he was "too tired," but earlier he seemed pretty lively to me. I'm starting to think he genuinely does not like the men Marty hands around with.

I turn up the long driveway, following the lot of cars doing the same.

"Honestly, your music taste sucks," She forms her lips in a line and stares out the front windshield. "Just saying. Mine is so much better."

I glance at her and then back at the road. "You're obligated to have your own opinions but without me, your taste would be absolute dog shit and you know it."

She scoffs at me, crossing her arms and pouting like a child.

The large line of expensive cars slowly rolls up the road, the white mansion appearing from behind a wall of tall shrubs. Inside the windows, there are colorful, flashing lights and loud music thumping.

Alyssa stares at the home in complete shock. "Sometimes I forget people make fucking bank in racing."

"What did you think they lived in? An apartment?" We move up the line, getting closer to the valet parking.

"We do," She shrugs at me. "But I don't know."

They put some of the flashing colored lights outside, turning the white on the house different colors.

I chuckle at her comment about our fairly large place. "It's not an apartment. It's bigger and takes up the top floor. It's a penthouse. I don't think You, me, and Ashton could live with each other in an apartment without ripping each other's heads off."

She thinks for a long second, making a "hmm" sound. Then she smirks to herself and grabs her purse. "I think about it from time to time," talking about ripping our heads off.

I drop my mouth open, stopping the car abruptly, and causing her to fly into the dashboard. A laugh slips from my mouth as she slowly turns her head to look at me, gathering the miscellaneous things that had flown from her purse during impact.

"I think you should get your license checked out," She gives me a nasty look, mumbling and crossing her arms.

A young man, about our age, opens the door for me. Another one opens the door for her. They take our hands and nod at us, smiling.

"How beautiful is that color?" He looks down at the car.

"Very. Isn't it?" I smile, always enjoying when others talk about my car.

He smiles back, looking down at me. "Yes, it is," He looks at my lips and then at my eyes.

If I do say so myself, I believe him to be flirting with me. Instead of feeding into it, I just leave him with a smile. I hand him the keys and join Ally by the doors, looking up at the large white oak that is flashing the same colors as the rest of the house. Two large men dressed in suits opened the doors for us, pointing us inside to the crowd of people dancing aggressively to a really loud song.