Lingerie • jariana

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Ariana ;

Derek was having a party tonight. Because he and the team won their homecoming game.

His parents were out of town, but they didn't give two shits if he threw parties whenever he wanted.

They were filthy rich, seems like everyone here was. Even me.

I didn't brag about it, neither did Derek, usually. The only thing he bragged about was being quarterback for the Varsity team, and me being his girl.

"Come on Lexi, I wanna get going!," I called, scrolling through my Instagram feed.

I saw someone followed me.

justinbieber.

I clicked on his profile, and noticed he went to the same school as me. Yet I've never seen or heard of him in my life.

I scrolled through his pictures, and felt my heartbeat thump against my chest. He was hot as hell, he was just.. wow.

I followed him back, and heard heels coming down the stairs. I put my phone away in my Chanel clutch.

"About damn time!," I say, and she rolls her eyes smiling.

"Primping takes time," she retorts.

"Agreed," I say.

She follows me out to my black BMW M3.

Sliding into the drivers seat, I pushed the button to turn it on. I grabbed my aux cord, and scrolled through my music library.

Don't by Bryson Tiller blasted through.

Pulling out of the garage, I drove down my long driveway, and out of the gate. I pulled onto the asphalt, and continued to Derek's house.

I turned left onto Birmingham Ave, and drove to the end, turning right, stopping at the gate.

"Hello Miss. Grande," the gatekeeper greeted. I smiled.

"Hey!," I said.

"Go on through," he said, pressing a button, as the gate opened.