ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

TWENTY

penelope

i should know by now it's no surprise that trevor's sweet talking can get me into a nightclub with a short, skimpy little dress on, heels, a random pair of mirrored lens sunglasses, and somehow i've got someone's tie around my neck, even when i'm tired and just want to sit in the jacuzzi.

trevor's got a white linen button up on. the name being an absolute farce because not one button is being used on that thing. he's acquired the ugliest tie dye bucket hat i've ever seen, his shorts are plain black, and even after my constant pleas for him to wear something other than his god forsaken, worn down birkenstocks, he's wearing them.

i'm dancing with bree to ayy ladies when trevor comes up behind me, placing his hands on my hips. the music is so loud i can barely hear him ask if i need a refill on my drink.

i nod, going to tell him what i want. "vodka redbull, i know." he smiles. i smile back, wrapping one arm around his neck and kissing his cheek. "it's going to cost you though."

i raise my eyebrows. "yeah, what's that?"

"one kiss from a pretty girl." he smirks.

i look around the club, pointing out a group of young girls who are giving trevor 'take me to the back of the club' glances. they all but gasp when trevor looks their way. "i'm sure one of those girls would love to take you up on your offer."

trevor waves to them and i hate that my heart fills with jealously. he looks back down to me and chuckles when he sees my unamused face. "don't be stupid." he grabs my jaw and gently yanks me towards his, laying a long, deep kiss on my lips. "you were the only pretty girl i was talking about." he pulls away and stares down at me, bringing me back in three more times to quickly peck my lips.

i have to push him away, prompting him to get my refill. "my mouth-it's so dry. the only thing that will cure me is one vodka redbull from a man with a horribly unfashionable bucket hat." i dramatically lay a hand across my forehead.

"it's coming right up my female version of the wolf of wall street going through a mid life crisis." he smirks, tugging on the tie around my neck. my mouth hangs open, dismayed at what he's just called me.

trevor comes back holding a plastic cup full of golden liquid and i resist the urge to lick my lips at the sight in front of me. whether it be from the vodka redbull or the fact that trevor's chest is glowing from a layer of sweat. trevor tosses morgan a beer and suddenly she's got a pink beer bong in her left hand and is cracking the beer open with her teeth. bree sighs.

"her mom and dad spent a lot of money for her to get braces and she just does that. ugh! sends a chill up my spine." i giggle, patting the top of her head.

morgan is the center of attention when she hands her beer to trevor so he can pour it in the funnel and she can chug it down through the beer bong in an impressive amount of time.

everyone cheers around her, including me. i look over to bree who is smirking at her wife. "that was so hot." she stalks over to her, wasting no time dragging her into a kiss. i giggle then my eyes meet trevor's.

he holds up a bud light, wiggling it in his hand and raising his eyebrows in a "you want to?" look. i sigh.

"never seen you beer pong, p!" trev yells over the music. i shrug. "you want to show me how good you are?"

i laugh. "you know better than to ask me such a dumb question." i take the end of the beer bong and kink it in the middle. "are you just going to stand there or are you going to fill it?" i smirk when trevor cracks the can and wastes no time pouring it in.

i hear a bunch of cheers around me. the loudest being morgan and bree. i finish the last of the liquid, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and doing a spin jokingly thanking everyone for their praise. i take the beer bong from trevor's hands and grab a beer from some random guy who just walks away from the bar.