Gymnast Styles

Chapter 20

The winner is MariahJames- Congrats!

Tommy smashed his lips onto mine and kissed me roughly but passionately. All I did was kiss him back, because in that moment I didn't care if a school teacher saw or if Grace did, because all that mattered to me in that moment was Tommy.

Lucky for us, no one caught us. I'm sure one of Grace's spies saw, but I don't really care.

"Hey we are going to a party tonight." Tommy said to me as we walked out of the school doors. We were with our group of friends walking home until we would all have to part ways.

"Who would have a party on a Wednesday night?" I asked confused. To be honest I've never been to a party. I never really was one to socialize with people; that's probably why I never went to parties or social hangouts.

"Alex Remmings." Tommy replied nonchalantly.

I had seen him today, lounging against his locker without a care in the world. He acted as if he was royalty, he looked a little too cocky and arrogant to me. Someone needed to wipe that cocky smile right off his face.

"He's not like most teenagers that go to school here, with his neatly gelled back hair and fancy house." Mason said as we turned the corner saying goodbye to James.

Tommy whispered to me as we reached his house, "We will have to sneak out around 10:45 when everyone is asleep. Then when it gets too late we will have to sneak back in." I nodded as we opened the door and dropped all our things off at he bottom of the stairs before entering the kitchen to see where his mum was.

After chatting with her for a few, Tommy and I went upstairs to do homework and discuss things about the party.

"I don't even know what to wear? To be completely honest I've never been to a party." I sheepishly tell Tommy. We we currently in my room trying to find something for me to wear. As I dug through my closet Tommy sat on my bed scrolling through his phone.

"What about this?" I said holding up a dress that goes just about my knee. Tommy looked up from his phone and shook his head.

"This?" I said holding up a black lace bralet. Tommy once again looked up from his phone.

"Hell yes! You'd look good in that with like some ripped jeans-" Tommy was saying before he was cut off by his mum calling us for dinner.

"Remember the plan?" Tommy asked as he hopped off bed. I shook my head yes as we headed down stairs.

•••

After dinner I showered and let my hair dry naturally. Tommy's parents usually go to bed around 9:30 so that's when I decided I could start getting ready.

I changed into my black bralet and ripped skinny jeans. I plugged my curling wand in and began curling my brunette locks. I had my nails painted white beforehand and put on a gold triangle neckless. Before shutting my room light off and closing my door I slid on my timberlands.

I tiptoed over to Tommy's room. I knocked on the door before walking in. I looked Tommy up and down, while mentally thanking God for his outfit choice. He was wearing a gray tee with a checkered flannel and some tan skinny jean material khakis. His hair was styled in a quiff.

"Ready?" Tommy asked as he was half way out of his bedroom window climbing down the side of the balcony.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

•••
Tommy grabbed my wrist pulling me towards the entrance. Unprepared, I stumbled across the threshold within seconds. The smell of sweat hit me like bricks. I recoiled, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

Do all parties smell like this? I hope it gets better when I start to loosen up a bit.

"Follow me to get some drinks." Tommy yelled, over loud music, struggling to be heard. I only held onto Tommy's hand tighter not wanting to loose him.

•••
Many shots later, I was grinding against Tommy. I was so wasted I couldn't even tell my right from my left. Hell, I couldn't even tell anyone my name.

I stumbled around for a moment while colliding into other underage, intoxicated teens.

"I need another drink." I giggled at Tommy while poking his cheek.

"No, no more for you. Let's bounce before any cops show up." He guided us towards the door. My head was already pounding from the loud music and much consumed alcohol.

"Will you please carry me? Me feet are killing." I groaned as we started walking down the street. It was pitch black except for the dim street lights. I didn't even know what time it was.

"Jump up." Tommy ordered. I hopped up on Tommy's back. Resting my head on his shoulder I was falling asleep.

"Just think, you're going to have a hell of a headache for school tomorrow." Tommy laughed as we continued walking. Tommy, being more smart, only drank one drink and stopped, where I on the other hand was dumb and at at least six. To say I was hammered was an understatement.

I don't know how the hell Tommy is going to sneak me back in.