Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 24

 

Chapter 24

Imani.

Friday came sooner than expected, and I was stoked! This’ll be my first actual party of the year… But, I’m also a bit nervous. There’s going to be a bunch of alcohol. It never starts off as alcohol, but someone always wants to be a troublemaker. And that troublemaker always spikes the punch. I sat, twiddling my thumbs. I was freshly dressed for the party and waiting for Chresanto to arrive to pick me up. My hair was in mermaid curls and I was dressed in a denim sleeveless crop shirt that showed off my stomach, high-waisted jeans that hugged my figure like Chres does, and a pair of cheetah print Vans. I looked down at my shoes. “Should I change them?” I asked myself. Before, I could second guess, the doorbell rang. I hopped up to see Chres standing there looking absolutely daring. “Hey, Chres,” I smiled, hugging him. “Hey, Imani. You look great,” he smiled back. “Thanks… should I change my shoes?” I asked. He looked down at them. “Well, I like ‘em. You look perfect,” he spoke. “Thanks, Chres,” I blushed. “Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded with a smile. He grabbed my hand and led me out of my house and to his car once I locked the front door of my home.

We arrived to the party, where the music pumped and the house was packed. “Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded. He smiled at me and kissed my lips softly. My heart pounded as he lightly bit my bottom lip as he pulled away. I blushed as butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “I’ll get your door,” he smiled before getting out of the car. I quickly reapplied my lip gloss just before my door opened. He held my hand as I got out of the car and straightened my outfit. I could feel his eyes on me. “What?” I asked with a smile. “You just look really good tonight, Babygirl,” he licked his lips. I blushed as he closed the passenger door and locked his car. He slipped his arm around my waist and held me close to him as we walked into the mansion. “Come on, let’s dance,” he smiled at me, finding a spot for us to dance. “Wet The Bed” by: Chris Brown featuring Ludacris pumped through the speakers as he took me by the hips. We grinded on each other, keeping eye contact… but, his eyes would leave mine occasionally and look somewhere else. With each glance, he seemed to get more and more upset. “I’m going to get us some drinks, okay?” I spoke. He smiled and nodded, releasing me from his hold. As I walked, I looked in the direction Chres was looking in to see what was making him so mad. I spotted Rayan and Zendaya. They were grinding just as everyone else was, so I don’t know why that would bother him. I shrugged it off and went into the kitchen.

I picked up two cups and filled them with punch. I sniffed one of them to make sure no one spiked it yet. Luckily, it didn’t smell like anything but juice, but then… I took a sip. I nearly had a fucking orgasm at how great the punch tasted. It was a familiar taste, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I ended up throwing back both of the drinks I had before feeling myself start to unwind. I refilled both of the cups before making my way back to Chres. He looked angrier than when I left him. “Here,” I handed him the drink. “Thank you, Babygirl,” he forced a smile onto his face as he looked at me. “I’ll be right back, just hold my drink for a sec,” he spoke, kissing my forehead and returning his drink back to me. He walked past me and disappeared within the crowd of people. I sighed before continuing to drink the punch.

 

Chresanto.

I found the bathroom, walking in and closing the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror before turning on the water. I splashed the water onto my face before sighing. Damn, Z. looked good tonight. She wore a short, tight dress with pumps that made her legs look like a model’s. Her hair was pinned up and she looked so good. She grinded on Ray while smirking at me from across the room which irritated the fuck out of me. I bawled up my fists and continued to look at myself in the mirror. “Aye! Hurry up!” someone banged on the door from outside the bathroom. I opened the door, only to see Zendaya. “Oh, it’s you,” she scrunched up her face. “Damn right, it’s me. You saw me earlier,” I spoke. She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Get out the way,” she tried to push me out the way. “No. I don’t want to move,” I pushed her off me. “I don’t care what you want,” she spoke, pushing me back. She stepped into the bathroom and began to check herself out in the mirror… And she wasn’t the only one. “What are you looking at?” she cringed at me. “Not much,” I looked at her in disgust, obviously lying. “You to talk,” she faced me. “Look, I was here first, and you’re going to have to wait your turn,” I spoke, gently pushing her out. “Says who?” she smirked at me. “Says Chresanto. And what Chresanto says, goes,” I spoke. “Are you sure about that?” she continued smirking. “Wipe that fucking smirk off of your face,” I growled. Her smirk widened the slightest bit, bringing me to my boiling point.