The Demise of Izzy Stark (#1 in Deadly Series)

chapter six: you don't wanna know my definition of danger

Cody Christian as Freddy Reeds

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There really was nothing to do in Daern. There was a bowling alley and roller rink respectively but Izzy didn't like bowling or roller skating. And her dad, he didn't care, he was too in love with Krystal. Speak of the devil, Krystal had calmed down and put some distance between the two so Izzy was basically alone with no one to pick a fight with. 

So that was why she, Izzy Stark, had decided to go to Tammy Reid's (whoever the hell she is) party with Miranda, Ava and Stacy. And that was why, the three small town girls were in Izzy's room digging through her closet. 

"You can't wear skinny jeans, black ones nonetheless, to a Tammy party." Stacy declared, slinging out of pair of gold heels that hit the bed space next to Izzy's head. 

"Hey, can I borrow these?" Miranda ducked out of the closet with a pair of cute black stilettos in hand. Izzy grunted. "Thanks." Miranda beamed, tossing of her black boots and slipping on the stilettos. 

"They match your outfit." Ava commented, eyeing her friend's pretty pink crop top and leather miniskirt. 

"Thanks." Miranda beamed. She tripped on a skirt and fell face first on a pile of assorted dresses. "Ouch." Her voice was muffled. 

"Nicely done." Izzy snarked, sitting up. She got off the bed and strode towards them, stepping over her stepsister like this was a usual thing. She grabbed a Nirvana crop top and a pair of stilettos and waved them in Stacy's face. "The only time I wear dresses or skirts is when it's a necessity. This is not a necessity. This is a high school party."

"I know it's a high school party," Miranda pouted. "But it's a Tammy Reid Party and that means there's going to be booze, drugs and college guys." Izzy scoffed. 

"And Boothe Taylor." Ava sang. She had sat on the bed and was messing with one of Izzy's stringy bras. She flung it up to the ceiling fan where it caught and stayed there. 

Miranda jumped up from her place on the ground and tripped over another pair of heels, falling on her ass. "Boothe?" She basically shrieked, pulling a silver stiletto from underneath her butt. "Taylor? As in, the drummer of Sprung Battles?" 

"Yep." Ava said, quickly following her statement with a cackle. "Your hot brother's bff and the sexiest drummer in Iowa." Miranda swooned just thinking about the "sexiest drummer in Iowa". 

"So you're in love with this Boot guy?" Izzy slung off her tank top and tossed on her top. It slung over her shoulders, revealing milky white skin, and cut off a few inches below her breasts. Yellow block letters stood out among the black. 

"His name is Boothe." Miranda murmured. "I mean, sure there are a lot of hot guys like Rod Wilson but they are nothing compared to the complex, sexy, dangerous-ness of Boothe Taylor."

"I don't think dangerous-ness is a word." Stacy pointed out. 

"You know what I mean." Miranda replied snappily. She turned to Izzy. "Iz- are you laughing?' She demanded incredulously.

"Dangerous!" Izzy howled, letting her laughter flood the room. "Oh dear Thor, is he dangerous? Does he drink, smoke, is that why he's dangerous? Good god, none of you know what dangerous is." 

Her laughter was cut off by Ava's sneer: "Then what's your definition of danger?" 

"My definition?" Izzy stopped laughing abruptly, a strange look appearing on her face. "My definition? Anger, fire, pain. Watching the people you love break down and then ripping whoever hurt them into pieces. Danger is washing blood off your hands and loving the feeling of the warm wetness dripping into the sink. Danger is burning whoever's in your way to get to your objective. That's my definition of danger." A curled smirk appeared on her lips. "Now," She said, "When does this party start?"

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"Yeah, man, this is jacked up!" Izzy jabbed her elbow into some random high schooler that wrapped an arm around her. He grunted and stumbled back, his hipster haircut flipping wildly. "Whoa man." He breathed. His eyes were bloodshot as he crumpled to the ground. 

"Told you there would be drugs." Miranda offered, not bothering to meet Izzy's eyes. She was still nervous around Izzy after Izzy's declaration, all of the girls were, but Izzy didn't notice or realize how uncomfortable they were. 

The four girls walked over the guy and continued through the house, walking pass the masses of drunk teenagers. 

"Hey, there's Tammy." Stacy pointed out a thin blonde girl with pink streaks in her hair wearing a tiny red dress and black heels. "Hey Tammy!"

"Hey guys. Glad you could make it!" The girl, Tammy, said in a loose, careless voice. She motioned with her beer bottle towards Izzy. "That the stepsister?" 

"Yeah, this is Izzy." Miranda said. 

"Cool."" Tammy nodded to Izzy. Izzy nodded back, smirking at her. "The beer's in the kitchen, in two coolers; Tommy's got the drugs and try not to break anything. You break it," Tammy smiled icily at Izzy. "-you buy it." 

"Got it." Izzy replied, knowing the statement was centered towards her. "Have fun getting wasted."

"I will." Tammy said cheerfully.  With that, Tammy returned back to the couple she was talking to and the four girls disappeared among the masses.