Bad Girl Bad Girl

1.

Sweat
Smoke
Screaming

The bass thrummed through my body in a steady rhythm, forcing my heartbeat to match its erratic booms. My skin vibrated with the energy of the people around me, grinding and yelling along with the lyrics. My arms and torso, slick with sweat, slipped against the skin around me as I passed through someone's living room.

Ignoring the tugs on my waist and the pinches to my thighs to get me to dance, pretending not to hear the masculine calls of my name to join them, I had found my destination.

Flopping unceremoniously onto the soft cushioned couch that had been pushed against the wall to create more dancing room, I let out relieved sigh, giggling as the liquid from my cup sloshed onto my thigh. My eyes scanned the room, checking off each of my people to make sure they were accounted for.

A brown mop of hair slicked to the pale, slender neck of Marice as she raised her arms and lost herself to the music and alcohol.

Check.

A wild array of black hair popping out from the corner, being groped by some jock who felt special tonight by receiving attention from Cherie.

Check.

A large, brown haired muscled mass rooting by the kitchen table with all of the other apes for a girl who's tits held the shot for Brian to grasp between his lips.

Check.

My eyes squinted suspiciously as I looked from corner to corner to find the inseparable couple that I needed to find.

Ah.

Lastly, the entwined bodies of my beautiful brunette best friend Laney and sandy haired brute Jackson that she would give her entire world up for, lips locking and tongues flickering to find the taste they could never tire from.

Oh and of course. Me. Lana Prince. Currently sliding into the weight that's been trying to make himself known by pushing his sticky hands against my thigh and moving my hair to whisper sweet naughty nothing's in my ear.

I turned and my dark blue gaze settled onto the freckled face before me. Making my judgements quickly, I offered a coy smile and returned his affections by running a manicured nail over his bare bicep, my eyes traveling with the motion. Glancing back up to his gaze, I saw the involuntary but welcomed flash of lust flicker in his eyes as he watched my tongue peek out and lick my red tinted lips.

Triumph pulsed through my blood like the beats of a thoroughbred racing across the finish line. I slowly untangled myself from my seated position, lacing my fingers through his as I rose. Glancing back I saw the unbridled joy on his features as he jumped up to follow me. My gaze flickered to Laney's, who let out a loud laugh and raised her cup to me. Jackson glanced over and shook his head before burying it into Laney's neck. She offered me one last wink before melting into her boyfriend's embrace once again. I smiled knowingly and drained the whiskey tinted Coke, dropping the now useless plastic to the floor.

The rest of the night followed accordingly, as they always do. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I crawled away from the slumbering boy. I left a kiss on his cheek, satisfied with my signature red lipped outline left behind.

Glancing at the screen of my phone, I saw that it was past time for us to be leaving. I grabbed by clothes so carelessly thrown down hours before and slipped them on, my legs shaking slightly as I stumbled out, remembering to carry my shoes as I left.

After I had descended the stairs and walked back into the living room, I saw my little family seated in the couch I had attended not too long ago, glancing disgustedly at the teenagers laying in a drunken stupor around them.

"The host LaLa? Really?" I heard Cherie's voice call to me and I chuckled, reaching my posse and gesturing for them to stand.

"How was I supposed to know?" I retorted, a wicked gleam in my gaze. Cherie let out a giggle and threw her arm around my shoulder, pulling me close and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I shoved her away, rubbing my cheek in mock disgust. "Get the hell away from me you skank" I laughed and as we walked outside, we left the graduation party of the century as the dawn broke and the sun prepared to rise for the day. Now as adults and no longer the senior class that Hester High would never forget.

Oh who am I kidding. We're never growing up.