My Stepbrother

Chapter 17 - party my ass.

Chapter 17 - party my ass.

"I'm not going." I refused, shaking my head for what has to be the dozen time.

"Rossy," Drake groaned, rolling his eyes. "It's only a party."

"Yeah, a party," I said causing Drake's expression to light up. "That I'm not going to."

He groaned and plopped down on my water bed as I continued to read my book. "Stop making that face, Mickey. You're gonna get stuck." I smirk at my new nickname for him.

"Don't call me Mickey!" He growled. "I don't even like him!"

"Says the guy wearing his trunks."

"I told you: they were a gift from my grandma."

"A gift that you felt was necessary to keep."

He just flipped me off then sauntered out of my room, but not before saying, "Be ready by 8 o'clock. We're going to that party; its vacation. And if you aren't ready by then, I'm taking your room."

He didn't leave space for arguments as he slammed the door shut. "Okay, jeez. Don't get your Mickey Mouse thong in a twist." I mumble as I continued to read my book.

-

"How's it going sweetie?" My mom popped up inside my room. "Did you find your outfit for the party, yet?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I have it on ..."

She gave me a once over the grimaced. "Uhm. Honey, no. You're not wearing ... that to a party. Your first party for that matter." She chuckled and grimaced as if it was actually funny yet disturbing to see my clothes.

"What wrong with these clothes?" I look down at my ripped jeans and black and white t-shirt.

"Oh honey, nothing ... If you're going to grandma's house."

My jaw dropped. "I'll have you know, these clothes are really .. cute!"

She rolled her eyes and got up, telling me to wait here. Five minutes past till I heard squealing. My mom ran inside my room with a black dress hanging from her hand.

"What's that?"

"A dress."

"What's it for?"

"To put on."

"Who's it for?"

"Bitch, put the damn dress on!" My mom chucked the dress in my face and dragged me inside the closet, locking me in.

"Let me out!" I screamed banging my fist at the door.

"Leave the poor door alone and just get ready!" She screamed from the other side, then I heard a swiftly sound and on the other side of the door

"Mom are you ... are you caressing the wall?"

... "No, what the muffing are you taking about?"

-

"Are you done?!" My mom's impatient voice called out from outside the closet. I stared myself down before looking back up at the mirror, thing I have been doing for the past 20 minutes.

Whoah, dude, I look amazing. Damn it felt good to act conceited for a moment there. But damn, look at that ass! Who knew the nerd had an ass? Ooh-wee. Oh right, my mom. "Coming out. Hold up." I fixed me hair, touched my ass, held my boobs, then opened the door.

"Mama mia, my daughter is hot!" My mom fanned herself. "Hot damn, you should really thank me. 'Cause you know, me and my hot ass genes."

"I'm pretty sure this came from dad mom. You saw his ass." My dad had a nice ass. What am I thinking?! I cleared my throat, "well I'll just be going now. DRAKE—"

"Wait, we're not done yet. We still have to do your hair, makeup—"

"Whoah there. It's bad enough I'm letting someone take me to a party, dress me like I'm so kind of stripped or hooker, and—"

"It's not like that. There's a fine line between dressing like a slut and showing off what'cha momma gave ya'."

"Technically what my Dady gave me—"

"If it was what your daddy gave ya then you would've had a dick. I ain't see a dick therefor, it's what your mommy gave you. Shut the fuck up."

"Ok ok, stop with the cursing. But I'm still not doing any makeup and I'm staying with this pony tail."

"Fine, whatever. Just don't blame me when you don't get laid." She rolled her eyes and walked out my room.

-

"You ready, Rossy?" Drake asked me as we were about to enter the party house. I sighed and shook my head, but he obviously didn't care when we pushed me passed the door, and into the dark and hot atmosphere of the large room. The party was just how I imagined. The lights were out but there were colorful lights all over the place giving the place a club-like feeling. It felt like I was at a college frat party and not in just some high schooler's house. Pfft, like I'd how neither felt anyway.

"Come on, let's try and find them." Drake says, dragging me god knows where. He probably doesn't even know.

By 'them' he means the people we met at the beach a few days ago. They had invited us to play volleyball after the whole drake and trunks accident. There were two pairs boys and girls. Jaileen, Normani, and the twins, Josh & Jake. How are we gonna find them in this big crowd? I voiced my thoughts to Drake and he just shrugged. In a matter of minutes, Drake found them. I don't know how, don't ask me.

"Hey, guys." I gave them a smile.

Jaileen, Normani and I went to the dance floor while the boys offered to get some drinks. Tied Up by Casey Veggies was on and everyone had stopped jumping around and started grinding against each other. Normani, or Mani as I remembered Jaileen calling her, started grinding against me as if it was normal. My face was as red as a tomato and I'm pretty sure I felt claustrophobic being between masses of bodies.

She must've noticed my discomfort because you pulled away and looked away, "oh I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd mind, you seemed so chill with–"

"N-no, no, that's not it. I-I I'm just not used to people, or girls in particular, grinding on me."

She giggled and continued grinding on me. I stood awkwardly. I don't really know how to whine, twerk, or dance. The boys came back and handed us drinks, to which I quickly denied. They started dancing along with another song that came up but Normani kept herself busy with me. Yet I'm still standing there like a log waiting to be chopped into pieces.

"So, you don't drink?" It seemed more like a statement than a question but I nodded anyways. Normani now stood in front of me instead of basically on me. She still stood close but was now dancing from side to side. "Aren't you thirsty, though? We've been here for more than twenty minutes. Come on, let's get a drink." She grabbed my hand and told everyone we'll be right back.

"B-but I don't drink."

She once again giggled, "I never said it had to be liquor. They probably have some kind of juice or water in here."

Once we found the kitchen, Normani handed me a cup of water. "Thank you."

I don't know what happened, it all happened so fast. But the next thing I know Normani's red lips were pressed against mine and my lower back was pushed into the counter behind me. Lord.

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS

I forgot this was a straight story for a second there. Not gonna lie, drake was irrelevant to me when I wrote this.

Here's a chapter for the people that waited so long for me to update. Thank you for being so patient with me and having the patience I sure would not have. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I HOPE I DIDN'T DISAPPOINT ANYONE WITH THIS CHAPTER xx

do you wanna see some drake and rossy moments?

or do you want to see some more of normani?

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