❛ don't blame me, love made me
crazy. if it doesn't, you ain't doin'
it right. lord, save me, my drug is
my baby. i'll be usin' for the rest of
my life. ❜
꒰ 🌊 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... ꒱ ↷🖇
mackenzie maybank's life flips
upside down when she's...
THE LAST THING MACKENZIE WANTED was word to spread to her friends--or just about anyone, where she was headed for the night. Suppose that's why she'd been so secretive to Kiara about where she was headed and why she'd refused to return home to change from her work clothes.
She couldn't imagine the complications that would arise when her father questioned where she was off to so late in the night. So, she'd done the exact opposite and made her way toward Figure Eight rather than deeper into the Cut.
She'd tucked the fabric of her shirt into the band of her sports bra, attempting to make herself appear as if she truly belonged at the party. Not that it would appear to help--the kooks already had their opinions made up when Mackenzie strolled into the party in search for Rafe.
The mere sight of the collection of Kooks wandering in and out of the large beach house made her stomach churn, and the whispers and cruel comments she'd received made her nearly jump off the damned balcony.
"Who the fuck invited South Side trash?" the curt voice of a curly headed brunette fills her ears, causing the young blonde's head to snap to the side to see him eyeing her up and down. She rolls her eyes, a fake smile plastered on her face as she reaches for the up of beer in his hand.
"Your dad actually sent me an invite." She winks at him, taking a quick sip before ultimately gagging at the rotten taste. "Jesus, this shit is disgusting. Here, have it back."
He reaches for it, Mackenzie raising it above his head before dumping it on top of his mop of hair. "You fucking bitch!"
"Say it again. You're really turning me on." She smirks and spins around, her blonde hair whipping his face as she does. Mackenzie, then, glances around the room whilst dusting off her clothes, catching the eye of a few Kooks who stare at her in pure disbelief. Blowing a sarcastic kiss their way, she moves forward, her hips and blonde curls swaying with every movement before she notices Rafe as he sits on a cream colored couch with a petite blond beside him, counting a stack of bills.
He smirks at the sight of Mackenzie walking toward him. "Ah, there's the woman of the hour. C'mon, take a seat." He ushers to the girl beside him, causing a roll of her eyes as she rises, moving to another seat.
Mackenzie shakes her head. "Believe me, I'm good. I just came to get what you owe me."
He rises to his feet, ignoring his friends as he makes his way over to her. "What? Not into a little bit of fun?"
"With you?" Mackenzie laughs. "Sounds more like torture to me." He runs his tongue across the inside of his mouth. "Where's my money, Rafe?"
He glances down at the five foot girl below him and smirks. "Take a seat and find out."
