He hated her. Not the I-don't-like-you kind of hate. No. He hates her with every fiber of his being. Her mere presence set him off. He hates her know it all smile and the way she brushes her hair out of her face when she is upset. The way She played...
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When everyone falls asleep, I go to my room.
I was gonna go to the little party the boys went to, because I wanted to have a little fun. I've been doing this girls movie night things for what? Ten years? It was starting to get boring, because we watched the same movie every time. Plus, I was getting older, so I deserve to have some fun.
I pick out a black, silky, short dress. I look amazing in it, and so does my ass. I love how it outlines all my curves. I add some accessory to it, like a golden bracelet, and necklace. I also put a bathing suit under.
I define my curls and throw them over my shoulders, then get ready to head out the door.
I quietly walk downstairs. I go over the to the living to make sure they're still sleep. Then I quietly open the door and leave.
I decide to walk, since it's not far away.
After about five minutes, I arrive. There was loud music, some people grinding on each other, people drinking to the point where they were drunk as fuck. The party took place on a beach, so there was also people swimming.
Now this? Is what I like to see.
I go over to the little bar on the side of the beach, where you can get some drinks.
"Could I get a margarita?" I asked, smiling and showing off my pearly whites. The guy nods and makes the drink for me.
I grab my phone, opening up Snapchat and start to tap through peoples stories.
While I'm waiting, I feel someone sit next to me. I look beside me, only to see a pretty cute boy.
He had shortcut hair, that was dyed, mixed with blonde and brown. I also noticed his pretty green eyes and long eyelashes. He had the absolute nose perfect nose on a boy I've ever seen. He also had braces. Cute. He had to be about my age. He was wearing a white t-shirt, with some black swimming shorts.
"Hey," the boy said, smiling. I give him a sweet smile back and say, "Hi." softly. His eyes went down my attire, but he quickly looked back up, looking a bit nervous. I tilt my head.
Suddenly, the bartender came back with my margarita. I was gonna pay, but the boy insisted on doing so. "Thank you," I said. "No problem, what's your name?"
"Alicia, you?" He looked me up and down before he said, "Jayden," he gave me an upside down smile.
"How's your day been going?" I said, making conversation.
"Good, it'd be better if I had your number." I gave a full smile before chuckling. "That was good. And I'd be glad to give you it." I grab my phone.
I give him it and let him type his number in, as I took a sip of my margarita. I squinted my eyes at the sourness.
"Here," he said as he finished. I turned my phone off and continued talking to him for a while.
I learned that he liked to play the guitar a lot, which was pretty interesting. I told him I would have to hear him one day.
