Another party, another drink in hand, speakers blaring, people shouting over the music. Drunk frat boys and half narked sluts tripping over absolutely nothing, as they drown them selfs in more and more alcohol then they can bear.
That's all these parties are. always the same. never changing, its all drinks, drugs and sex.
"Diana, want another drink?" Luke shouts to me over the loud music, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Is that even a question Luke? Of course I do." And that's how everything bad starts. With a drink at one of these parties.
*few hours later*
"This is boring. Let's do something." Tristan complains as he runs his hand through this blond hair.
"Let's play FMK" Louis says, the girl sitting on his lap nods and giggles.
I don't get these girls. There just so stupid and sluty. Like why do guys want that? Oh that's right they will open there legs for them.
"Yes" Tristan says, taking an other drink throwing his cup behind the couch.
"Ok so let's play." I say looking at the few people that have gathered in a circle around us. "Drake, umm the 3 chicks over there, the blonde, short shorts and white dress." I point to the 3 girls standing in a small group in the corner of the room. 2 of them drunk off there ass' as they struggle to stand up right and the girl in the white dress looks like a lost puppy, probably a Virgin.
Everyone looks to where they are, Drake thinks for a minute looking each girl up and down, occasionally licking his lips and fiddling with his eyebrows.
He looks back at me and I smirk. "Well"
"Fuck the white dress , Marry the short shorts And kill the blonde" he smiles and everyone laughs with the occasional nod.
"Ok Diana, fuck, marry, kill, the guy over there with the joint in his hand, umm the brown hair guy to your left and" he looks around as if he's looking for someone in particular "the blond with the glasses over there" he points to the nerdiest guy in whole of the party and once again everyone laughs and Drake smirks.
"Really that's the best you got a junky, fuckboy and nerd, really Drake" he just nods "fine, fuck the brown haired guy marry the nerd and kill the junky." I laugh
"Really you would marry the nerd" Drakes laughing so mush that he drops his drink on the floor.
"Well I wouldn't marry a junky and fuckboy just seems umm well like a fuckboy." I shrug
"I'll make you a bet if you can do all those things I'll give you 3 grand." He smirks then Tris pips up
"If she does it I'll add 2 grand." Tristan adds.
"Fine you got your self a deal there my friends" I smirk and shake both there hands.
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