Girl Undercover.

Chapter 12: Party.

"Cus darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.." -Taylor Swift, 'Blank Space'.

Recap:

"So?"

"So, I think we should go." She said getting into the drivers seat.

"I think we should not." I sighed following suit.

"Why not? It'll be fun," She pouted.

"It's not like we're dressed to go to a party anyways and it's already 8:00," I said.

"Plus the party is on the other side of town."

"We can fix that." She said and started the car.

Tori's POV:

"I can't believe you made me do this," I groaned.

"Bitch Please, You look hot." She snorted and kept walking up the steps.

I sighed and walked up after her. It took us exactly an hour to go home and change and arrive at the house party. Miley forced me into one of her dresses and she knows I'm not the dress type but even I had to admit, I looked good.

I was wearing a gray body-con dress that reached mid-thigh with a black leather jacket on top and my black ankle boots. My long waist length hair was still wavy but now slightly starting to curl and I had a simple amount of makeup that consisted of eyeliner, Lipgloss and mascara.

Miley was wearing a black long-sleeved skater dress that reached mid-thigh and knee length black boots. Her blonde hair was straightened-Lucky duck- And parted down the middle. She was wearing dark red lipstick and smoky eyes with other things I couldn't be bothered to do.

While I had my gun tucked in the inside of my jacket, Miley had hers strapped to her leg where her shoes covered.

"Hello ladies," A guy said walking up to us.

He put his arm around Miley's shoulder which caused my eyebrows to raise and her to giggle.

Um, Who are you?

"Aaron, This is my best friend Tori. Tori, This is my biology partner Aaron." Miley smiled.

Ah, So this is the reason why Miley dragged me to this party. This idiot was her date and I was just a third wheel. Judging by the way his hand was a little too low on her waist, Basically on her ass, You could already tell this guy was a douche.

He didn't respect girls and that blonde hair and those blue eyes and the perfect teeth made him instantly think girls were fawning over him and he could get whoever he wanted, whenever.

I wasn't judging.

Those PPR trainings--Physical Profile Reads--Just Came in handy sometimes.

I waved sarcastically and continued walking into the house faintly hearing Miley apologize for my rude behavior. That May have made me seem like a bitch but that guy had idiot written all over him, I had to leave before I said or did something she would regret.

Also I knew if worst came to worst, Miley could defend herself. She's a good agent after all.

I looked around me and all I saw were dancing teens and drunkards, That is If you would call rubbing body parts together dancing than yeah, That's exactly what they were doing.

I sighed walking up to the open bar and plopped myself down on a stool.

It's sad knowing your outfit is on fleek for absolutely no reason.

"Hello Beautiful, What can I get you?" I smiled at the flirty bartender and shook my head.

"No thanks, I'm good." I said.

"Aw, Come on. Why you gotta put a guy down like that when he's trying to make a move?" He said in a cute jersey accent.

I laughed and shook my head.

"I would but I don't drink," I shrugged.

"Alright, how about water?" He asked.

"Sure," I smiled.

I watched as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and tossed it to me. I grabbed it without hesitating and opened the bottle and closed my eyes bringing the cool drink to my lips.

After I swallowed I opened my eyes to see the bartender wide-eyed.

"Uh-Are you okay?" I furred my eyebrows.

"That had to be the hottest way to drink water I've ever seen," He smirked.

I rolled my eyes knowing he was just looking for ways to call me hot, I was about to reply before a familiar voice started speaking.

"Fuck off, Idiot."

The bartender glanced behind me and walked away to another customer with a frightened look on his face.

Great.

"We meet again sweet-cheeks," I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"What did I say about calling me that?" I asked as I twisted around in my stool.

Jake smirked and put his hands in his front pocket. He looked good, Like really really good. He was wearing a black button down with the sleeves rolled up and dark wash jeans with converses.

"Alright, How about Babe? Sexy? Sweetheart? BabyGirl? Your choice really," He shrugged.

"How about Tori?" I rolled my eyes.

"So, Tori bear. How have you been?" He asked.

"Go away Jake," I sighed.

"You really think that's going to happen?" He rose an eyebrow.

A girl can only hope.

"What brings you here?" He asked sitting down next to me.

"My best friend dragged me here." I said.

"Ah, Same." He shrugged.

I furred my eyebrows thinking which one of his friends did, Hasten probably? Or Austin and Sam? I glanced around the party and couldn't help but feel like someone was staring at me, Other than Jake of course.

"Wanna danc-"

"Nope." I cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

"Babe, Do I really look like the kinda guy to accept a no?" Was his response before he placed his hands on my hips and got me off the stool.

This should be interesting.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Authors note:

Hey hey hey! I know you're all pissed off at me and you have every right to be, I haven't updated in months and my only excuse is that I've been lazy and Ramadan has taken a toll on me especially after my exams.

But good news is that I'm being homeschooled so.. many many updates to come!

Thanks for your patience loves,

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