The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 9

Alex picked out a tight blue top and regular skinny jeans for me to wear to the party. My hair fell in it's usual, natural wave across my shoulders. My pouty lips covered in pink lip shimmer.

"Cal! Logan's here!" Alex called from across the room. She wore a skin tight pink dress that landed right under her ass cheeks. Her hair was in a messy top knot on top of her head. Her features were beautifully enhanced with the dark make up she wore. What kind of party was this going to be?

"I'm ready," I spoke, pulling on a pair of studded ankle boots.

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The party was massive. It only took Logan thirty minutes to get there and then he parked in the lawn like every other truck that came. We followed him in with a six-pack in his hands.

My eyes found a familiar jeep parked near the road. If Vincent was here with Harry, I would be so upset. I can't have him ruin my first night out with people I could eventually call my real friends. Unlike him.

"LOGAN!" A boy screamed as Logan handed over the pack of beer he brought. Looking around the cabin I noticed people drinking and talking. Not much of a party... Alex pulled me into the next room and I found where everyone was at. A bong was sat on a table with about twelve people surrounding it waiting for their turn. Further in the room people sat making out and smoking weed and snorting lines of cocaine.

Back home in Florida I had seen this kind of stuff, but I never did any of it. Being the new kid here, I knew I was going to be forced into something or other. Alaric would be pissed if he found out what kind of party this was.

"Alex! Callie!" a familiar voice called from sitting around the bong. Kristen sat there after she had passed it on to the next person waiting for it.

Alex rushed over to her and we both sat on the couch that overlooked them smoking.

"Want some?" a deep, accent spoke from behind us.

"Vincent?" I questioned as I stared up into his dark brown eyes.

"What's up Callie? I never thought I would see you here," he smirked leaning on the couch with his arms.

"I was invited," I smiled up at him.

"Oh that makes sense. You go to school with Harry," he shrugged. "I always think you're older."

"Unfortunately."

Vincent eyed me for a second and then held out a blunt in his finger tips. "Want a smoke?"

"Um..." I thought it over. I knew I was going to at some point tonight, so why not do it with someone I trusted. "Yeah sure," I took it from his finger tips and walked with him to a room.

"Have you ever done this before?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I lied. His eyes ran over me speculatively and I sensed that he didn't believe me.

He lit the end of it and I stuck it to my lips. He followed suit and sucked in and puffed out rings of smoke. I tried to breathe in and ended up in a coughing fit. He laughed at me and took the blunt from my hands.

"You didn't have to lie to me, you know?" he angled himself towards me on the couch. His face just inches from mine. "I'm going to kiss you."

I sucked in the air around me and his lips punded onto mine. He worked his lips pushing mine open for entry. I denied him for a moment as his tongue slid on my bottom lip. The hands on my shoulders pushed me back onto the couch so my spine was flat against the cushion. He was straddling me and holding me by my waist so I quit squirming from underneath him.