All characters are 18 and high school seniors.
❥ Elizabeth Alardo craves power. She craves power over her school, and power over people. And soon, power over the nerd. With her Queendom being threatened, he couldn't come at a better time. Almost li...
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"AYO BRAD!" Josh hoots as he walks up to us. I just continue applying lipgloss and fixing my hair.
"What's up, man." Bradly lets go of my waist and dabs him up.
"You coming to the party?"
"Hell yea, bro, we'll be there." He places his arm back on me.
It irks me when he does that, he just messes up my hair. What's the point of having arm candy, when the candy keeps making you look bad with his barbaric behaviors.
I wiggle out of his grasp, and look back at the mirror to fix my hair.
"What's your problem?" He scoffs.
"You ruin my hair when you do that." Thats when I spot Dumbo— I mean, whatever. He had his head down, his soft brown hair covering most of it. He was reading, as always.
A year of rest and relaxation.. I'm reading that too. Weird.
"Come on, let's go." I grab Bradly's hand and my Dior bag. I stopped liking them when they fired Bella Hadid, she's my idol. But I'm not going to throw away the bag.
"Where we going?" He frowns as I drag him away. "I have football, practice."
"Quickie in my car then you can go." I smirk, knowing his reaction without even looking at him. He seemed more happy to be dragged away now.
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"Ughhhhhh." I groan. "I so don't want to go."
"Then don't." Yusra answers plainly.
"I kinda have to." I sigh. "A queen's job is never done."
"What do you think of this one?" She asks as she comes out in a tight, solid, black dress with ruffles on the end.
"Cute!" I exclaim. "It would look so good with your gold loop necklace you got for your birthday."
Her black curls bounce as she hurries over to her jewelry box. She pulls out the necklace I mentioned and matching earrings.
"I'm so glad we're fashionably late so we can get out quicker." I say as I look at myself in the mirror. My blond hair is styled in a cute way, my sparkly baby pink mini dress glistens under the the fairy lights.
"Let's take my car." Yusra says as she grabs her keys and little bag, I grab my own bag and follow behind.
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"Everyone should be so drunk right now, it's gonna be gross." I say as we pull up to the party.
"Once we get a couple drinks in you, you'll feel better."
"We'll see." I get out the car and slam the door behind me. "I think Bradly is gonna drive me back home. Pick me up tomorrow."
Saturdays are our girls night, the girls in my clique spend the night at each other's house, gossiping and shit. It's a tradition we had since middle school. If you wanted in, you had to plan the best girls night.
We fall into step and make our way into Josh's house.
"Let's get some drinks first." Yusra suggests.
We both make our way into the kitchen, where there's alcohol on the counters and a keg.
We fill 3 shot glasses with vodka, and down each in one swing. We giggle at each other's ugly expressions when the bitter taste hits us.
"I'm gonna look for Bradly." I yell over the music. She nods in response then walks off somewhere.
I grab a red solo cup and fill it up from the keg before making my way around, looking for Bradly.
"Hey have you seen Bradly?" I ask one of the football guys.
"Brad? Nah I haven't seen him since he came in."
"Have you seen bradly?" Another no.
Finally, I spot Josh, drunk and hitting on some poor freshman.
"Josh." I get his attention. "Have you seen Bradly?"
An expression I couldn't exactly decipher passes through his face. He smirks, "second floor, third room to your left."
I turn to follow his direction when his hand stops me, grabbing my elbow. I can smell the alcohol in his breath as he bends down, closer to my ear.
"Why don't you find me afterwards, I'll show you a better time."
I rip my hand off his grasp, scoffing at the audacity.
It was nothing new, I always knew Josh was a jerk. But to flirt with me, knowing I'm with his friend is new.
What's with him? What a prick.
I take swing of my beer.
I finally reach the room he mentioned. Too drunk to think, I just swing the door open.
The sight in front of me both makes me nauseous and angers me. I grab the first thing my hand lands on, which happens to be a lamp. With full force I throw it straight at them.
Unfortunately, Aanya ducks, falling off Bradly on to the bed, and the lamp smashes against the wall. But I wasn't done. I stomp my way over, making Bradly quickly get up.
I pause, taking in his state. His pants were around his thighs, his average joe hanging out. His shirt was off and his hair was a mess.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He pulls up his pants then suddenly pushes me against the wall.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I scoff, pushing him back. His drunken state makes him stumble a bit from my force but he straightens up soon after.
"You're just hooking up with any cheap whore now?" I mention towards Aanya's embarrassing state. Her hair was a mess, and she was covered in cum.
"Don't talk about her like that." He takes a threatening step forward.
"Or what?" I challenge, "what are you gonna do, Bradly?"
Things happened too fast, one second he slammed me against the wall, the next second he was on the floor with a dark figure over him. My vision was hazy from the alcohol and getting slammed twice, but I could tell the mysterious figure was punching Bradly. I couldn't help but wonder who can get an upper hand on the quarterback. Bradly didn't even get a chance to defend himself.
Stumbling, I made my way out the door as soon as people started surrounding the room.
