JACK G'S POV
As I pull up to Emma's house with Johnson in the passenger seat, I text her that we're out front and almost immediately get a text back saying that she'll be right out with Sammy.
"Sit in the back" I say staring out the window at her front door, to Johnson.
"Why?"
"Because Emma is gonna sit up here with me."
He looks at me wide-eyed and confused. "Whatever man." He rolls his eyes and crawls to the back seat. "What's up with you? You've been acting different every time we hang out with Emma."
"Nothing, I just want her to sit up here. Is that too much to ask?" I kind of snap but have to remember who I'm talking to. My best guy friend who I'm not supposed to talk like I just did to. "Sorry. I just wanted to talk to her on the way there."
"It's cool. Just chill. And if you have anything on your mind, tell me. I'm here for ya man."
I crack a smile and just as I'm about to respond, I land my eyes on Emma wearing a slim, black dress that comes up to just below her perfect ass. Black pieces of the dress criss-crossed on her stomach revealing her bare hips and perfect curves. Her long, dirty blonde hair was completely straightened, falling past the middle of her back. Even her make up was perfect! It wasn't too much either. Just that winged eye liner thing girls do, and probably some mascara and brown eye shadow making her brown eyes pop. I've never seen a human being so beautiful. I swear she could be a model in an instant.
"Hey!" She smiles at me getting in the passenger seat and Sammy joining Johnson in the back.
"Are you drooling Gilinsky?" Sammy puts his head in between us and looks at me with a joking smirk.
I laugh a little as Emma smashes her hand in his face, pushing him back to the back seat.
"Ready?" She looks at me with a content smile, followed by a sigh.
"Yep" I break my near-drooling gaze at how perfect she looks and begin driving to Nate's house.
EMMA'S POV
OH MY GOD HE IS LOOKING SO F*CKIN' FINE TONIGHT! I can barely control myself right now from sliding my hand to his pants right now as he drives. F*ck the party! I want to rip his clothes off right here and now. He was wearing a plain grey t-shirt with black skinny jeans and for some reason it just turned me on so much. It was so simple, but so hot.
As we drive, Sammy reaches back into the front seat with us and plugs in his phone, blasting "Drop It" by Trevor Jackson Remix ft. B.O.B. We all sing and rap to it like it was nobody's business, the whole 20 minute drive to the other side of LA. When we pull up to what must be Nate Maloley's house, we see party lights going off and gleaming through the windows, accompanied by blasting music. It was a really nice looking, modern house. It was secluded to the top of a hill that looked over the ocean in the back of the house.
I've never met Nate before, but from what I hear from the Jack's and Sammy, all he was, was a stoner who raps and loves tattoos. So aparently, "a cool guy"? Not my type of style though. Actually hate those type of people. But hey, I won't be quick to judge.
We all exit Jack's car and start walking up the pathway to the house. When we enter the house, I'm blasted with the smell of cigarettes, weed, and sex. Lots of sex...
"Hey man!" Sammy bro hugs a tall, muscular guy, with a tattoo sleeve. He must be Nate.
"Yo! What's happenin' man? How've you been?!" Gilinsky, who I'm firmly grasping onto, says to Nate copies Sammy's bro hug. Johnson then does the same.
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