In a world of deceit and harshness, she tries to survive.
But when Axel is involved , survival doesn't exist.
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#2 in Seniors
#7 in Axel
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Why the fuck am I here?
I sit on the last step of the staircase watching drunk, halloween-costumed teenagers shake their asses while others move their hips against them.
My expression stays grim and disgusted, as my eyes land on the one and only,
Miss Adelaide.
"I'll be right by your side the entire night. I promise..."
I keep my eyes on her, watching as she gets led down the basement stairs by the one and only, Jai Riverson.
I scoff.
And here I am thinking she had more common sense than to follow that asshole.
The large Victorian mansion is packed with people, it seems as though the house could barely hold them all. The music is blasting, loud enough to burst my eardrums at least.
I scan my eyes around the packed living room, taking a short sip from my water in the basic, red solo cups that everyone uses at parties like these.
My gaze connects with piercing green eyes that are staring into my fucking soul as my lips rise from the white rim of the cup.
He looks so familiar...
His legs are spread, slender fingers wrapped around his water bottle as his adam's apple bobs up and down.
Moral of the story: he's hot.
He continues to watch me closely as my lips meet the rim of the solo cup again. I tip my head back slightly, watching as his fingers grip the water bottle much tighter than before.
This makes me laugh mentally. Typical men.
Rising to my feet, I watch as his gaze scans my entire body and his lips form into a lazy smirk.
Taking my time, I make my way towards him. And of fucking course at that exact moment everyone decides to get in my way.
A couple punches in the balls and conversations with some ridiculously attractive girls. I finally reached my check point.
The boy keeps looking forward, clearly ignoring my presence.
Clearing my throat, I watch as his hips fidget to find a comfortable position.
I'll also pretend I don't see a visible bulge.
I decide to go sit on the couch opposite to him. Crossing my legs, cup still in my hand, I look into the crowd as I take a sip.
"I've never seen you at any of these parties before. Are you new around here?" I speak loud enough for him to hear me over the music.
No response.
I look across to see him looking to his left, an uninterested look plastered on his face.
"You kno—" My sentence is cut off by some heavy ass bitch situating their ass on my lap.
