I could barely hear myself think as I wove through the mass of people milling around the huge mansion owned by my best friend, Ty. I smirked as guys followed me hungrily with their eyes. I knew I looked good in my short, sequinned covered, dress and my sky scraper red heels. Maybe a little like a hooker, but good none the less.
As I tottered around in my deliciously inappropriate shoes I slowly searched the crowd for Ty. I narrowed my eyes as I spotted a flash of blonde hair but then sighed, realising it was some guy from college. Surrounded by delectable boys from 16 to 23 I stood up straight and worked on my flirting.
A nerdy looking, nervous boy stepped out from the pulsating crowd and smiled at me, his eye twitching slightly as he looked down at the floor. Though he was nowhere near my level, I humoured him.
“Erm – Uhm hi Jade, do you wanna – I mean would you – Do you wanna dance?” He stuttered, blushing adorably. I shot him a cheeky grin and took another swag out of the red cup someone had passed me on my travels around the spacious house. The vodka burned down my throat and I smiled loving the feeling. I licked my lips and nodded, “sure, what’s your name honey?”
His face immediately turned a new shade of red, “Leon,” he blurted twiddling his thumbs.
“Ok Leon, follow me,” I grabbed his hand, ignoring his sweaty palms and pulled him to the middle of the room. Someone had set up flashing lights and they turned Leon’s white shirt blue, red and purple all in one quick succession. A smoky haze hung around the room as people lit up and smoked in every corner.
Downing my drink I chucked the now empty cup on the floor and kicked it out of the way with the tip of my heel. Leon stood awkwardly in front of me and I laughed before grabbing his shoulders and grinding up against him. The look on his face was priceless and the gathering crowd soon began laughing.
“Yo Leon, make the most of it bro! It’s the closest you’re ever gonna get to getting laid!”
I would recognize that husky, sexy voice anywhere and the minute I heard it I stopped moving and turned towards the direction it had come from. Leaving Leon standing in the middle of the crowd I slowly began walking towards the crowd of fine looking boys. I swayed my hips and smiled cattily as I neared. From the side lines, someone passed me a drink and I tipped it down my throat. It tasted fruity, the only clue it had alcohol in it being the haze that began working over my mind. I drank the rest quickly before shoving the cup into someone’s hand.
The crowd parted for me and I thanked them silently - God knows what would of happened if they hadn’t with me in these heels and a fog slowly working over my mind. Someone slapped my ass and I span around, coming face to face with a tall boy with black hair and electric eyes. He must have been around 18 if the boyish look on his face was anything to go by. His bare chest attracted my attention and I gave his devilish abs a one over before returning my stare to his face.
He was smirking at me and I smiled back. I stepped closer and whispered into his ear, “You’ll get a lot more than a quick slap if you give me your number.” Winking at him I watched as realisation clouded his eyes. He gave me a wolfish grin, his eyes taking in my appearance before pulling out a piece of paper from his back pocket with his number on it.
“Call me,” he said before walking off back into the crowd. I watched his retreating figure before glancing down at the paper. His writing was scruffy and the note simply said ‘Nick’ with his number jotted below. I tucked the paper into my bra, sighing as I realised I’d lost my purse again. I ran my manicured fingers through my long hair and remembered what I had been doing. Straightening up I began walking again over to one of my closest friends.
When I finally reached the group of boys they all whistled in appreciation and I smirked at them. Turning to the person who I had actually come to see, I spoke, “Hey, Blake. You jealous ‘cause you can’t get a bit of this?” I teased, running my hands down my side.
