This story is about an 18 year old girl whose name is McKenzie. Full name; McKenzie Baker. She grew up with somewhat loving parents. Her mother cared so dearly for her and so did her father...kind of. He neglected her but paid more attention to her...
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We finally got to our destination and when we pulled up the longest driveway there was a beautiful white mansion with loads and loads of people standing outside of it probably talking about how much money they have to spend.
Lucas put the car in park and reached over to the glove department, opening it then grabbing an unopened pack of lip-gloss and tossing it at me. "Put it on."
"You tryna say my lips are chapped? I have my own fucking lip-gloss, thank you." I snapped, turning towards the window. "I'm not saying anything but put the fucking lip-gloss on. Your fucking lip is red and the best thing to say is it's a dark red lip-gloss." He says, prying open the lip-gloss.
"I'll be generous and allow you to pick." I looked up at him with irritation behind my eyes, and snatches the medium shade of red out of his hand. I apply the lip-gloss and puts it back in the glove department.
"So... you just have lip-glosses in your car?" I giggle, looking at myself in the vanity mirror of the car.
He shrugs, "I'm known to have quite the temper, times like these I have to stay prepared." He says, "when we get in here, I expect you to be on your best fucking behavior unless you really love that fucking basement because I'll keep you in there for so long, you won't even remember your own fucking name." And with that, he got out of the vehicle and came to open the passenger seat door.
He took my hand in mine; his hands were soft. Very very soft. His hand was stern yet gentle, almost like he didn't want to hurt me.
I got out the car and he closed the door behind me then leading me inside of the mansion and inside it was even bigger. All the lights were dimmed, everyone dancing, drinking and having conversations about God knows what.
We made our way over to Brooklyn and Jayce who were in a corner near the door. After we got to them, we made our way over to our reserved table. For some reason everyone's conversations died down and it felt like all eyes were on me. Not Brooklyn, not Jayce, and not Lucas. Me.
I'm not used to this much attention. I've never had so much attention. Not even when my dad took me out for those rare days he did.
"It's his first time since he was a child bringing a date." Jayce leaned over to me and whispered as he noticed how confused and nervous I was. I nodded unsurely as I made eye contact with almost every person in that very room.
We finally made it to our table and a waiter came over with a tray full of drinks and placed it on the table. I looked over at Brooklyn and grinned as I snatched up one of the cups, chugging it down with her.
"Don't get entirely too drunk, you two are known for getting overly drunk." Lucas said with his stern voice.
UM, EXCUSA MEH? I'm no alcoholic.
You guys can't see it, but I'm grinning at my own comment.
I turned to Brooke and we busted out into laughter and nodded our heads in "understanding". We grab more alcohol, chugging more and more down. I smile, content with the burning sensation traveling down my throat.
