Find Me, Find You.

Ch 1.

Hazel's POV:

As I walk into my best friend Angelina's bedroom, I hear the intro to Pornhub. "Bitch, turn that nasty shit off and scoot over." She rolls her eyes at me and closes her Chromebook. "Why didn't you call or text me you were coming over?"" She asks me. "Because what fun would that have been? Besides when do when do you ever call or text me that you're you're on your way to my house?" "Touché" She laughs. *Ping* I look down at my phone and smile. "Get dressed Lina, we're invited to a party and dress sexy. Maybe you'll get laid tonight and sont have to get back on your laptop." She starts smirking. "Sounds like fun. Count me in!" After what seems like a decade later, she comes out of the bathroom. "Damn ho, I said put something sexy on, not go naked." I joke with her. She gasps. "I'm not naked, bitch! Yes, it's a really revealing laced up crop top; mini skirt outfit, but I'm not naked! Besides I've seen skimpier." I think for a moment and agree before going into her closet to grab a pair of wrap around heels for her that will set her outfit off. She puts them on then shakes her head at me. "You're not wearing that to the party are you? Your ass better had went out and at least bought a dress or something. There's no way I'm going to a party with you wearing ripped jeans and a crop top that doesn't even show any of your chest." I roll my eyes and hand her, her little black handbag to pair with her black and white look. "Lina, we both know I'm going to hook up with someone tonight, whether I wear this or a dress, but since you're so bothered by my outfit, I'll at least borrow a pair of your heels and wear my hair down." She sighs in defeat until I mention the last part. I almost never wear my hair down. It's usually always in a low ponytail. I don't even apply heat to my curls. I've never even gotten a perm before. I begin to shake and I'm confused until I realize Angelina has her hands on my shoulders. "Earth to Hazel, we're going to be late or never get there if you don't get out of la la land." I laugh then take my keys out. "Lets go, you big cry baby." We get outside and she's just staying at my car in awe. I put on some Prince Royce and she changes it to some rock band I've haven't heard before. As shes giving and seems to really be into it, I turn it down earning a death glare. "Relax yo face before I change my mind about what I was about to tell you, A." She does and I continue to say, "Your birthday is right around the corner and I've been thinking. I love you and you'll always be my bestie, but I'm seriously thinking of moving to Hollywood, I want and need a fresh new start and scenery. I want to go to the beach. I want to see what possibilities are out there for me when it comes to a career, if I decide to try and pursue one. I know I have the funds to where I can chose not to but I need to get away from here. It holds to many bad memories. She interrupts m to say, "You're leaving me, Haze?! You're my bestie and I don't know what I'll do without you here!" I pull the car over and turn to look at her. "A, we've had a hell of the time and a full ride of a blast but this just isn't it. Anytime you'd need me, I'd still be just a phone call away. You could always fly out or take a road trip and drive out to see me." She raised her eyebrow, questioningly. "How could I possibly drive out to see you with no car?" I smile over at her before starting the ignition again. "I'm going to give you my car for your birthday present. I know how much you love it, and I love you so yes ma'am, you do have a car." She grabs a hold of my arm but not a grip tight enough to cause me to lose control of the steering wheel and squeals. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You are not leaving me this car! It's your baby!" I bite my lip a little bit at that. "You're really giving me your Cadillac Celestiq?!" She asks to confirm. I nod. "Yes. Why would I not? I can't just up and leave you stranded or having to bum rides from random people. It'll also be as if I'm leaving a piece of me  with you, so I'm not fully gone." She gives me a side hug and tells me how I'm the best.

As soon as I park, Angelina is out of the car and headed towards the party. I think for a moment about switching out my shoes now that she's out of sight but decide against it, incase she bumps into me while inside. I'll never hear the last of it. No thanks. As I walk through the door, my nostrils are instantly filled with the sweet smell of Mary Jane and booze. Already in the corner of the room, I spit Lina with a red solo cup in her hand while making out with some random dark haired boy. Typical Lina. I walk through the crowd of drunk, high and horny people, when a guy with beautiful dreads and pretty eyes grabs me by my waist. "Come dance with me." "Eat my ass." I say sarcastically in attempts to walk away, but he only pulls me closer and whispers in my ear. "Maybe I will later but right now I'd rather dance with you." I smirk then say to him, "What do I owe this honor of having the privilege of dancing with you when I'd rather be getting high right about now?" He bites his bottom lip and looks down at me. "You're a spicy little thing aren't you? You've got a smart ass mouth and although I like that, you better watch it before it gets you in trouble. I might just have to take you upstairs and teach you a lesson." Every since I went through what I did and have, I've not been afraid of a challenge or anyone. I live for the moment and the adrenaline. I love the rush I feel from it. Realizing I'm letting myself wander inside my head again, I reply with, "Prove it." He cocks his head to the side and raises his eyebrow. "Bet that, beautiful." He grabs my hand and leads us upstairs to the far room on the right when he opens the door, there's a couple already getting down to business. I laugh. "Looks like we've got to go back downstairs and have that dance you wanted to begin with." "Ah nah, that was before your quick little remark you made, baby." He explains. "Can we at least have a drink together first?" I ask as I bat my long eyelashes at him. He shakes his head and just as I think he's about to tell me no, he says, "Lets go." When we make it back down to the kitchen asks me whether I would like a beer or a soda. I chuckle and grab an unopened bottle of Grey goose and walk out back. He follows behind me and pulls me down on a hammock. I open the bottle and take a big swig. "Damn, baby. Slow down why don't you or at least wait for me." He joked as he pops the top off of his Bud Light. I wait for him to take a sip of his before I chug a bit of the liquor in front of me. He shakes his head and pulls out a joint, handing it to me. "Here, beautiful girl whose name I still don't know. You seem to need this more than I do. I know you may not know me well enough to trust me, but I promise it's the good shit and not laced. I grow and sell my own shit back in Colorado. I'm just down here visiting family. In which, my cousin dragged me to this party and I was just about to leave when I noticed you walk in." I take the joint from him and give a slight smile before sparking it up and taking a hit. I blow smoke rings in his direction and whisper, "You have no idea. Why did you notice me and not my best friend though?" Realizing he's not from here and wouldn't know whom I'm talking about, I continue to say, "Her name is Angelina. She's about 5'2 or 5'3. She has beautiful long blonde hair, hazel blue eyes and nice pink lips. She's also wearing a very revealing laced up outfit, tonight." He shakes his head as I take another long drag off of the joint. "Because whether you'd like to believe it or not, I don't like when women show off their bodies or wear a lot of makeup. I prefer a beautiful girl that can rock a makeup look but would rather go natural. I would choose a good personality and someone easy to talk to, than to be with a model that doesn't leave anything to imagine or be a mystery. That's why I ignored her presence and was captured by yours instead." I smile w genuine smile and tell him, "Hazel. My name is Hazel, but you can call me Haze for short." He leans back, looking up at the stars and says to me, "Well Haze, I'd much rather just call you mine for the night instead."