High School is never easy. But, for you and Mr. Cool Guy, it is.
You're at the peak of your popularity. All guys are after you, all girls envy you. You're the head of the cheerleading squad plus you're father is a multi-millionaire.
But, at the las...
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One personal rule you have, which Mark is against - NO MAKING OUT BEFORE ENTERING THE PARTY. You have to look good when you enter. It could mess up your hairdo and make up. You can do it when everybody's in booze and nobody would care to take pictures of you anymore.
Just a peck on the lips and you enter JB's ginormous house. It's already full of almost all the juniors and seniors in school - popular and non-popular.
"'Bout time, man," JB high-fives Mark while you scan the room. He takes both of you to the table on the second floor veranda, overlooking the whole party below.
You smile, wave, kiss and hug everyone who greets you. That's how you roll. You have to be fake friendly. Pretend you all know them.
They hand you a shot, you sip. They hand you weed, you puff but not let it go in. You don't want to get wasted. Remember - Image.
That's what Mark likes about you. You always know what you're doing.
When half of the crowd is gone, and the rest that are left are dead drunk, that's the time you start your party.
JB turns up the volume and starts dancing on the table. Sasha joins him and they do a sexy couple dance. You laugh at Jackson as he tries to join them for a threesome but JB pushes him away, making him fall off the table.
After a whole song, the two gets down and sits. Junior then takes a bottle of tequila and pours each of you a shot.
"First day high," Jackson makes a toast. You all lift up your shot glasses and toast with him.
"Anybody for a beer-pong?" Junior is always the instigator of drinking. He thinks of ways to make everybody drunk.
After playing a team game, you start dancing. Almost everybody's all gone home except you and your gang.
Two more tequila shots and JB and Sasha are already making out on their seats. Darcey, Phoebe, Bambam, Yugyeom, and YJ are diving in the pool with only their boxers and undies.
Another two and Jackson is sprawled on the floor.
Mark pulls you up to his lap. "I've been waiting all night to do this," he starts kissing you and you kiss him back.
"Hey," Junior yells. "Drink with me," he passes another round to both of you and you chuckle.
Mark puts the salt on your neck and licks it before drinking his shot, making you giggle.
"Ugh...do you really have to do that in front of me?" Junior complains. With only the three of you left at the table, he feels left alone.
You stick your tongue out at him and put salt on Mark's collarbone, too. You lick it and dunk your shot. With the lemon on your mouth, Mark kisses you again.
"Argh. I give up," Junior stands up and goes to the pool to join the five.
"You seriously have to find him a girlfriend," you tell Mark.
"He can manage," he says, taking your lips back to his.
The night ends at a little past midnight. You still have school tomorrow. You can't be late. So, before Mark gets wasted, you pull him out and let him drive you home.
"Thanks, Mark," you tell him as you open the door of the car.
"Wait," he pulls you back in. "You forgot something." Then he leans forward again for another long, deep kiss.
You enter your dad's mansion. As always, it's empty. You run up to your room, take a shower, take the pill your dad lets you take to avoid hangover, then go to bed.
