Instigators

Chapter S E V E N

Tiana's POV

I wasn't sure where I was when I woke up until I saw Landon snoring and his laptop half closed on his lap. I scolded myself for spending the night in a stranger's house. I didn't know anything about him except for his name.

My phone was piercing my butt. I removed it and checked my notifications. Well, I had 20 missed calls from Mom, 10 from Dad, and 15 voicemails from Mom. I didn't bother checking them. I already knew they were mad.

I honestly debated about going home. I was just in for more trouble, so why not enjoy myself?

"You're still here?" Landon's deep voice made me jump a mile.

"I'm glad I have that effect on you." He winked, noticing how scared I'd gotten. His eyes were being lazy and his body looked lifeless.

"I just slept over a stranger's house. I think I can be considered a savage." I sarcastically bragged.

"So bad," he rolled his eyes.

"I would think so because I never went home after school yesterday, I witnessed a threesome, jumped out a two story window, shot a weird liquid at my ex, and then went to a raging party all before ending my night here." I ranted. Yes, I do realize I may have just ratted out The Instigators, but I could easily cover all that up.

"How'd you witness a threesome?" he rubbed his chin.

"Porn." I lied. And there was the cover-up I mentioned.

"I give you half credit for being a savage." He joked. If he knew the full story, he'd probably be worshipping me by now.

"I'm not going home until tonight, either." I shrugged.

"So you want to hang out today?" he asked.

"Is it a date?"

"I guess I could make it a date." He pretended to contemplate.

"Let's do it." I agreed. I feel all of you judging me. So, I know that I don't know him completely, but that's what dates are for. I mean I've already slept in his bed. What difference would it make?

"If we're quiet enough, we can sneak out without alerting my parents." He whispered.

"I have to go get some of my things from next door anyway." I replied.

"I thought he wasn't your boyfriend." He crossed his arms and eyed me suspiciously. Was he jealous?

"He's not. His sister, Grace, is my best friend."

"Oh, I'll meet you outside." He relaxed.

I put on my black, strappy heels and left through the front door as discreetly as I could. Grace's front yard was a disaster. There was vomit in one of the flower pots, girls' undergarments everywhere, and alcohol bottles scattered about.

Their front door was unlocked. The inside was even worse. It was the same as outside except there were broken shards of glass everywhere, passed out bodies, and even more missing articles of clothing.

I stepped over a sleeping (or so I hoped) girl lying on the stairs. I tested G's door, but it was locked. I lightly tapped.

No answer.

I knocked harder.

No answer.

I kicked the door and repeatedly punched it.

Answer.

"Tiana, where have you been?" Miley answered. Her mascara and eyeliner was all smeared. Grace was passed out on the bed wearing only a t-shirt and shorts.