Wanderess || Malsey Pt. I

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What's a bl*wjob?

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Ashley

Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?

-Bob Marley

My pale long legs trembled with the vibration of the house, the loud music causing the entire house to shake. The house was crowded with drunken bodies prancing everywhere, the girls grinding on the boys, others drinking full bottles of alcohol, and the other percent making out. I had never been in such an awkward position to the point where vomit would make it's way up almost every other minute from seeing these teenagers party.

It's almost everyone's teenage dream to attend a high school party to take drugs and get drunk, but a nightmare for me. Sam recently got a new job, one that forced her to work almost the entire day helping out a friend of Justin's, which forced Justin to become my baby sitter. No matter how much I begged to stay at home, he would't allow it-- since I did run out on them the other day.

Justin always made about ten quick stops in random neighborhoods which he claimed to be quick visits to friends, but there was such much more than visiting. No person makes that many stops for friends in one day. I wouldn't question it though, he gets touchy about the subject so I never mentioned it after the first time I asked. So this is how my second week in L.A was spent, under the control of a narcissistic jerk and attending a high school party on a Saturday night-- which confused me a whole lot because Justin was almost twenty so what the heck was he doing at a teen party?

Now here I stood, in the middle of what I thought was the living room and the distinct smell of drugs and alcohol lingering in the air. The rooms were dark as night the only light source coming from the black lighting that was decorated throughout the walls. If this is what every high school party looks like, then I'm glad my religious parents kept me out of high school.

My patience was running thin and I was ready to throw my water filled cup at the disgusting drunken kids making out right in front of me. My eyes scanned the room, hoping Justin was somewhere in sight, but unfortunately he was nowhere in the living room area. I refused to leave my spot-- at the corner of the house-- considering it was the safest place to be at right now.

"Hey, I know you!" I heard someone shout from beside me. My eyes averted from the horny teens to a boy with messy long locks and hazel eyes, a huge grin on spread across his face. "You're Michael's friend right?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, completely caught off guard by the situation going on around us. I slowly nodded my head, not knowing what he was talking about. He looked almost all too familiar but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. "You know, the blonde with an eyebrow piercing? Michael? The one from the other night after our set," he informed, my eyes widening as I suddenly realized what the heck he was talking about.

It'd been a couple of days since my last encounter with Michael and I hadn't thought about it since. He had given me his number so we could hang out sometime, but I never got the courage to try to text him. The last thing I needed in my life was for a cute boy to ask me questions about my life when I didn't even know the answers myself. Telling someone you're a pastor's daughter isn't the greatest thing to say either.

I nodded anyways, smiling widely at this beautiful boy with dimples engraved into his cheeks as I set down my cup of water on a shelf a top the fireplace. "Yeah I remember now, your blonde friend was crying that night. Is he okay?" There was a faint voice in my head that night telling me I should question the blonde with blue eyes but Sam nor Justin wanted to explain what happened.