The bad boy in pajamas - Punk Luke Hemmings

I

"Is this even the right place?" I asked, turning to look at Cara. She shrugged, which made me raise my eyebrows in question.I sighed, glancing out the window, analysing the house. It was meant to be a party but I couldn't see any sign of one. Maybe a tea party, but not a high school "typical jock" party as Cara liked to call it."No broken bottles, couples making out or even balloons hanging from the the door?"

She laughed at my question and we both exited the car, slamming the doors shut. We both walked up to the front of the house and I took in the grandness of it. I knocked on the door and stepped back, waiting for someone to open it. Cara gave me a crazy look and burst out laughing.

"It's a party." She remarked.

As I opened the door, I instantly regretted it.

A strong odour of booze and sweat hit me and I began to notice several couples making out. Loud music was being blasted from two huge speakers, echoing out into what looked like a "dancefloor". Several bottles of alcohol were lying around and everybody was either dancing, drinking or both. You'd think you had entered a completely different house than the one you'd seen outside.

Cara slipped a quick wave to a boy with curly hair and I smirked at her. Her eyes were silently pleading me to let her talk to him. I gave in to her, only because she gave me the puppy dog eyes. She walked away, not before she sent me a quick, apologetic smile for leaving me alone. I shrugged it off and smiled back at her.

Cara was the one in the year who was friends with almost everyone, even the nerds, and she always knew the latest gossip. She's been telling me about this dude since the beginning of semester, who am I to be a cock block?

My eyes roamed the room and I bit my lip, feeling lonely.

I noticed a couple of friends from a few of my classes and I walked over to them. Well, attempted to. I tripped over a stack of albums and was knocked into someone with broad shoulders and strong cologne.

I couldn't see him properly but I could tell his hair was styled into a messy quiff and he was wearing a band tee and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. I noticed many tattoos lining his arms and a black lip ring, which he was fiddling with. But what stuck out was his bright blue eyes which seemed to glimmer in the dark atmosphere.

Well fuck me.

"Woah, steady on babe, the party's just started, there's plenty of me to go around!" He laughed, steadying me by the arms. He wore a cocky smile and was staring straight at my chest.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer. I'm not that desperate." I muttered, pushing him away. He might of been good looking but his personality clearly ruined it. I guess you can't have both.

I could hear him chuckling to himself as he hollered over to someone. Asshole.

"Hey babe, you look great." Calum greeted, pulling me in for a hug. He was one of my close friends and has been for a long time. More like an older brother, really.

I mumbled a thanks and hugged him back.

"What's up?" Calum asked, folding his arms.

"Just bumped into some asshole, nothing big." He laughed at my statement, shaking his head at me.

"Well you still look hot." He winked, nudging me. I nudged him back, laughing with him.

I conversed with a few people for a little while before they either left or scampered off with a boy, leaving me and Calum the only ones by the bookshelf.

We both walked to the kitchen and took a seat on the bar stools.

He placed a few shots in front of me, telling me to drink up. I chewed on the inside of my cheeks, contemplating it. After all, it's just a few shots. I shrugged and chugged them down.

"Why the long face, you're at a party." Calum stated, emphasising the last word. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Cara dragged me here," I mumbled, swallowing another shot of some really strong alcohol, "She said I needed to get out more."

"Well, going to a party like this, really is getting out, I'll tell you that." Calum laughed, his eyes squinting as he drank some more.

"No shit."

* * *

"Come on, dance with me, baby!" Calum screamed, twirling me around. I giggled, hiccuping after a few seconds.

After drinking an applaudable amount of alcohol, we decided to hit the dancefloor. I never knew how to dance and neither did Calum, judging by the way he was tripping over his own two left feet every time he moved. An upbeat song was playing but I couldn't make out which one it was. My mind was spinning like crazy.

Calum pulled me into his arms and rocked me back and forth sloppily, laughing when he almost tripped.

"You complete mess." I smiled at him and lightly bopped his nose. He grinned down at me.

"Calum, you coming?"

I turned around to face a boy with extremely curly hair. The one Cara was with. Even thought I was slightly disorientated, I noticed he was dressed in the same style as the asshole I had encountered earlier on. I scoffed and shook my head.

"Yeah, one minute," Calum replied, nodding at him, "Bye babe, see you on Monday" He kissed both my cheeks and hugged me, before exiting the house with his friend.

Alone. Again.

I remembered I had to look for Cara so she could drive me home. I began searching around for her, looking for her bright pink dress. But I couldn't find her anywhere.

I sighed, running my hands over my face. I was careful not to smudge my makeup though, something which was "absolutely necessary if you're looking to get laid tonight," according to Cara. I rolled my eyes at her silly remark and smiled to myself. Typical Cara.

Lingering around the speakers for a while, I began to grow bored. So I decided to roam the house for a little while, in hopes of finding Cara and, well, it's not like I'm coming here ever again.

The bookshelf which was surprisingly untouched was impressive. It had shelves of books, like Looking For Alaska, Forbidden, etc. I saw some family pictures from the corner of my eyes. They must've been taken right here, but years ago. The furniture had changed and so had the people in the portrait.

When I was looking around the hallway, I noticed a small black door in the corner, hidden out of sight. My mind was racing through thoughts, eager to see what was in there.

Should I open it?

Maybe I should just leave?

It's only near midnight, they'll be wondering what you're doing back so early.

It's a party.

I shook my head and bit my lip. Curiosity got the best of me and I pushed open the door. A rush of cold air hit me. I felt goosebumps beginning to rise on my skin so I quietly slipped through the door. As I was walking down the steps, my thoughts couldn't help but go back to the blonde guy I saw earlier. He looked so damn familiar but I didn't know who it was and it was beginning to annoy me.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around. There was an unmade bed in the corner, beside the open window. A flat screen TV was on the black walls, a few consoles, games and controllers accompanying it. There were clothes which looked as if they had been carelessly tossed everywhere and a collection of CDs and records stacked beside pink speakers. I picked a few in my hand and was surprised at how good their taste was. Good Charlotte, Green Day, the kind of bands that people didn't listen to in my school.

A typical teen bedroom.
But what seemed to catch my eye the most, was the fine guitars and drum kit which were placed in the corner. There were song sheets beside them and some were scribbled out or written over.

Woah. Let me live here, I thought.

Shuffling noises from behind me interrupted my thoughts and I turned around. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open.

Standing there was the school's bad boy. Who, might I add, was covered in tattoos, had a lip piercing, girls hanging on his arms everyday, had a reputation for being a badass, looked ridiculous.

He was wearing TMNT pajamas.