Upgrade You

Chapter 1: Party Of The Year

Upgrade You

~Justin's P.O.V.~

At this rate, I'd never get out the car. Maybe, this was a bad idea after all. I should've just stayed home and watched a movie about a high school party like I thought about doing in the first place.

How could I do my report on high school slackers and partiers when I've never even been to one? Getting my information from a movie is like reading the back of a book and saying you've read the whole thing. It doesn't count and it's half-assing it. And, I don't half-ass.

"It's okay Justin, it's only a party. A simple party." I said to myself multiple times. If I was a nervous wreck inside my car, on the outside of the house party then how would I look when I'm actually inside the house party? I'm pretty sure my guardian angel is laughing at me. If I was them, I would be laughing too.

Nerd boy can't even go inside a party. Ha, hilarious.

It's not like I'll actually party with them, hell no. I'm just here for research. Not for booty and beer, although if I was less of a clean, scared, foolish, and self conscious teenage boy, I would definitely join in on their sweaty drunk fun.

After another five minutes of calming myself down, I finally got out of my car and walked up to hell in a house - Also known as "The Party Of The Year". I took a deep breath and brought my fist up to the door and knocked.

Why aren't they answering?

Oh yes, probably because this is a party and not some sit-together and I'm supposed to just walk in. Let's not even acknowledge the fact that this music is so loud I could feel the thumping in my car. I know the neighbors must be pist.

I opened up the front door and took in the scene in front of me after walking in and shutting the door behind me.

Dim lights, strong smell of cheap perfume and cologne, reeking of alcohol, cigarettes, weed, and sweat. Dancing. Laughing. Body shots. Groping. Making out. Arguments. Drinking games. Grinding. Lots and lots of grinding.

I'm not much of a religious type of guy, but I can tell that by just being in this atmosphere, I've already got hella sins lined up.

As usual, no one acknowledged my existence and kept on with their fuckery. Good, more researching for me. I clipped on a small camera on the collar or my blue and white plaid shirt so when I got home I could download it onto my laptop. I was sure I'd have a lot of material. I walked into a room that had seemed to be the living room and backed up into a wall that had a good view of all the fuckery occurring in this room.

About seven minutes, I already felt like I was going to have a pray in ten different languages for all these people. It was an... interesting sight to see, actually.

Their were the dumb jocks who were reckless drunks. Cheerleaders who turn into sluts. Populars being the center of attention. The weird kids being weirdly drunk. A couple quiet kids from school even showed their true colors.

I've watched a good amount of porn in my life, this party puts it all to shame. People were just getting it on out in the open. Almost all of the kids from Darwin Road High School were here making fools out of themselves. No wonder why I've never wanted to go to a party. It's a fucking mess. I was baffled beyond belief. My jaw dropped about twenty times that night - eighteen to be exact.

A better get a damn good A for this shit. My migraine was getting worse throughout the night so to keep from dying, I actually inhaled whatever oxygen was in the air. I had been taking shallow breaths all night so I wouldn't gag from this horrible smell.

After three hours of me being at this hell hole, I decided it was time to leave. Then I heard someone actually scream, "HEY GOMEZ, THIS SHIT IS FOR YOU!" The sound of turn tables went throughout the house and all of a sudden a song by Maejor Ali played throughout the house. I'd never heard this song before but I had a nice beat.

Then I saw her. And oh my damn. My high school dream girl, Selena Gomez stumbled to the center of the room, giggled and started dancing.

She was about 5'5 or 5'6 with long, tan, lean, shiny legs. Long dark brown hair. A curvaceous body. A round face. Dark brown eyes. Full pink lips. Perky breasts. Wide hips and a nice ass. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And she was the most popular girl at school.

She continued her free for all hip swaying with a smile on her lips when her eyes directed towards my direction. My heartbeat automatically quickened. She couldn't be looking at me? I'm a nobody, she's never noticed me before. No one ever notices me, sometimes not even those damn teachers. I glanced around to see if she was looking at anyone else but her eyes were still on mine. She smirked and walked up to me. I was sure I was going to faint at any moment. Maybe I should've had a drink or two. She grabbed both of my hands, and she must've been on the carpet because a shock traveled through me. I didn't let go, though.

She guided me to the center of the room. "You wanna dance with me?" She asked.

"A-Are you t-talking to me?" I stammered, feeling queasy.

"Yeah, silly. You wanna dance?" She grinned.

I shook my head at her, denying even though I really didn't want to. "I don't know how to dance. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't. I'm here for research. Y-Y'know for that project were doing in Mr. Seals? I mean, I don't know if you have Mr. Seals but, if you do; we're doing this free choice project and this was my choice. N-Not dancing but, the party. If I knew how to dance, I would dance. No! N-Not that I'm trying to sound like an a-ass. I'd love to dance with you. B-But I can't though. You Know Mr. Seals, right? We'll I'm not sayin--"

She cut off my annoying and uncontrollable ramble my pressing up against me. Hips and all.

Oh Mama, I'm about to jizz my pants.

"We're dancing." She whispered In my ear. Hey, if I end up tripping then don't say I didn't warn you, Selena!

She turned around, her ass against my clothed dick and damn did it feel good. She pressed her back into my chest and just stood there for a minute.

"I don't think this is dancing." I mumbled, even though it felt sooo good.

She smirked around crouched down a little, making me do the same, and moved her hips with mine, making us in sync. I wanted to groan so bad. "Press into me, kid." She told me and I did. We continued this for the rest of the song... and the next two songs, then I finally looked around and saw, Trent Lewis giving me an evil glare. That's Selena's stalker ex boyfriend.

Well, I'm officially dead now.

Selena finally turned around and she had all my attention once again. Her face was a few inches from mine, just teasing me. "Thanks for the dance. What's your name?" She grinned.

"B-B-Bustin Jieber. No, no! Justin Bieber." I quickly correct myself.

She smiled. "Thanks, Justin. You're really good with your hips." She winked and walked away.

Did that just happen?

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