No more middle class?

Chapter eight

"Pretty girl wake up" Carter sang in my ear. I fluttered my eyes open, the sun was shining through his window so I squinted my eyes. His eyes were blood shot, I rolled my eyes at him as I got out of bed. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, he is not bringing me home when he's drunk. "You're drunk and you had to bring me home, Carter you knew you had to why did you drink"

"You can take one of my cars" he stated as he looked through his closet, he pulled out a tight white V-neck and tight khakis then for his shoes he had black vans. And what the hell does he mean by cars, as in more then one as in more then his sexy ass Ferrari.

"I'll just take the Ferrari" I smirked. He handed me the keys and walked me to the car. I got into the drivers seat and I felt so cool.

"Baby girl be good to my car" My heart fluttered at that pet name. I shook it out of my head because he's fucked up. He kissed my forehead and I sped off to my house, the car road so amazing and so smooth. Selina and Jake were outside smoking, our parents weren't obviously home because they would be idiots to do that when they are home. Their jaws dropped when they saw me get out of the car.

"What the hell he let you drive but he has never ever let me drive it" Jake pouted.

"Guess he loves me more" I giggled and walked into my room, it was almost 8 so I needed to start getting ready. I started by curling my hair in loose waves and teasing the top of it so it looks kind of messy. For my makeup I did a smokey eye look with winged eyeliner and fake eyelashes. And for my outfit, I was feeling like a tight dress. I picked out a tight white dress, I had a big booty so it fit my curves perfectly. I topped everything off with nude heels. It was 9:30 when I finally finished getting ready, we all hopped in the Ferrari. I listened to Jake complain the whole ride that Carter let me drive but not him. Honestly i'm not surprised Jake isn't the best driver. We pulled into his driveway, there were way more people then his last few parties. When I got out of his car I got so many jealous glares. "Why did he let that whore take his nice ass car" I flicked them off and smiled at her. I went to find Carter, im assuming hes in the basement getting high.

I walked downstairs to find him, it reeked like pot. He was hitting a bowl and he looked up at me, pretty sure his jaw dropped to the floor. I grabbed the bowl from him and hit it, then passed it to the next person. Carter wouldn't speak to me for some reason. I rolled my eyes at him and was about to get up but he grabbed my hand and looked at me with his soft eyes and pulled me down to sit next to him. I took a total of three hits from the bowl, I hated the taste and I hate the feeling but right now the feeling is different, its kinda good. I was talking to a group of people as I felt someone slid their hand on my butt, I knew who it was right away because when Carter touches me I get a burning sensation in my stomach. "You know if you keep dressing like that I am not gonna control myself for very long"

"Didn't want you too" I walked away to get another drink, I am about five drinks in and barely feeling a buzz. I watched Nate walk up to me as I silently cry. I fake a smile at him as he approaches me. "You look good" I felt gross when he complimented me, not how I feel when Carter does. Where is Carter, I haven't seen him for about 40 minutes. Nate got closer.

"Like really fucking good, we never got to finish what we started last time"

"You mean what you started" I am starting to get mad. This isn't the first time he's been like this.

"I know you want me" He slurred his words, I rolled my eyes at him. Where was Carter I missed his face.

"Fuck off Nate"

"Stop being such a whore, I know you want me. Don't have to pretend you don't" He tightly grabbed my arm and was kissing my neck. Was no one gonna fucking help, I hate drunk people so much. I wanted to throw up. I felt so sick to my stomach, I hated this guy with a passion.