I need you.

The Party- Chapter One.

"Amelia!" Mason yelled for the fifth time in five minutes.. Gosh give me a BREAK!

"What!?" I yelled back angrily, I stood up from my makeup table and stormed towards the bedroom door as mason headed towards me.

"Now, first of all don't you ever fucking yell at me!" Mason said through his teeth "or we will have a repeat of last night's actions, and I'm sure you don't want that do you?" He smiles as i lifted my hand towards my cheek feeling the small lump left from the actions. I shook my head slowly as mason grinned "secondly, we need to go in 10 minutes so please..please hurry up" I nodded as mason walked off.

Tonight is masons best friends birthday and we're partying to celebrate, I don't really leave the house for multiple reasons but tonight, I had no choice.

I walked towards my wardrobe pulling out the skin tight white and blue dress mason brought for the occasion, I slipped into it followed by slipping on a pair of small white heels, I stood up looking at myself in the mirror as my long brown hair fall at my shoulders trailing behind my back, my blue eyes surrounded by the black mascara and eye liner it was effortless but I felt...decent.

A few minutes passed as I sprayed myself finally with 'Beyonce ;heat' and left the room.

Mason stood near the front door in his tight black T-shirt and blue jeans his black hair slicked back and his short stubble on his chin, mason is only 21 Years old and is..genuinely... Good looking..physically.

His green eyes were brought out by his natural light tan.

"Ready?" He asked holding out his hand which I was soon to hold, I nodded slightly as I followed him out towards the car.

Sat in his black Lamborghini I buckled myself in whilst masons eyes traveled my body.

"Now" he began as he started the car "there are many people at this party, Ryans a popular guy and no doubt there will be over a hundred attending, don't get too close to anyone or I will bring you home, don't run off because I will find you... And bring you home, don't get too drunk and be polite"

Honestly I felt like a child at the age of 6 being told how to act around family members.. Of course 6 year olds don't get drunk and probably have more freedom than I ever will.

Mason roared down the empty streets 'fatty wap- trap queen' blasting making the awkward silence less noticeable..

Fun..I can't wait..