Charming Taylor.

Chapter six.

It was friday night, the night of Monroe’s party.

Adrian, Zoe and Myself were all sprawled out in my room.

Zoe was at my vanity crimping her hair, Adrian was on my bedroom floor with a mirror placed in front of her.

and I.. well I was on my bed on twitter.

“Chay, get dressed would you?!” I rolled my eyes, continuing to scroll through my timeline, my whole time line was about Monroe’s party tonight, people who didn’t even attend Aleria High were going.

“Alright, Alright I’m going, geez. Pull the thong out of your ass Dri.”

I felt my phone vibrate in my hands.

Sex god: you better be at my party tonight.

To Sex god: first off, how did you get my number?

second: maybe, I’ll show up. Maybe I won’t.

Third: Your contact name is getting changed.

xoxo. ;)

I threw my phone on my bed, getting up and walking into my closest.

What to wear, what to wear….

I pulled out my baby pink tube top dress, I paired it with a pair of white spikey jimmy choos.

I slide the dress and heels on, walking out of my closet.

“well?” I said, spinning around striking a pose.

“Perf.”

“Fab-u-lous.”

I smiled, sitting down at my vanity plugging the curler in.

I slapped on some foundation and powder, a light coat of glitter eyeshadow, putting some mascara on my eyelashes and using my favorite mint eos ball on my lips.

I curled my hair in ringlets, going down my back.

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror, approving of a job well done.

Adrian was a peach tube top dress, she paired with nude jimmy choos, and a white jean jacket with spikes on the shoulders.

Zoe was wearing a black tube top dress, with slits going down the sides, with a pair of black ankle cut out louis vuitton boots.

by the time, we arrived to the party it was going on ten-thirty.

Colored lights flashed through the windows, Chief Keef “I hate being sober” was blaring through the speakers.

red solo cups were scattered all across the lawn, I made my way to the front door, feeling anxious, before I could turn around, Adrian pushed me inside Monroe’s house.

Instantly feeling self-conscious by the guys eye raping us, I pulled down my dress as far as it would go.

The smell of Marijuana and spilt liquor filled my nose. Oh how I missed house parties.

I smiled to myself making my way down the massive hallway.

I looked over to my right, where the pot heads were, and to my left where people were already passed out drunk.

I looked straight ahead, to girls grinding revealing each end of their ass, and vagina.

I smirked at the girls making out on the couch and the guys going crazy over it taking pictures.

Girls kissing girls, cause it’s hot right?

I made my way towards the bar, ordering three shots of tequila.

I grabbed them handing them to Adrian and Zoe, with a clink of all three of our shot glasses letting us know, that tonight we were to have fun, and get drunk off our asses, to a night we won’t remember.

I put the shot to my mouth, the back of my throat instantly feeling hot.

Adrian and Zoe went to go dance leaving me, to attend to myself at the bar.. bad idea.

I order two more shots of tequila shooting them down, I slammed the shot glasses back on the table.

“You made it!”

I threw two of my fingers up asking for two more shots.

I turned around smiling as Monroe scanned every inch of my body.

“I did.” I said smiling placing the glass to my lips.

Monroe watched me down the last two shots, I placed them back down on the table, while I checked Monroe out.

Monroe looked beautiful as always, in his black v-neck that hugged his muscles, his dark denim jeans, and bred 11s.

His hair was messy, almost like sex hair.

If that’s what his sex hair looked like, then this kid had nothing to worry about.

“Take a shot with me?” I said wiggling my eyebrows.

I watched Monroe finish his cup of bombay, before he grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

“Just one?” Monroe said winking at me.

I laughed, downing the shot Monroe had given me.

“You look Beautiful tonight by the way.” Monroe said smiling at me.

I smiled at him, placing the little red straw between my lips, sipping on my cranberry and vodka.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” I said winking at him.

“Now tell me, Why are you Monroe Taylor not on the dance floor?” I said not taking my eyes off of him.

“Because, I’m waiting for you to dance with me.”

My eyes went wide, as Monroe grabbed my hand leading me to the dance floor.

“Grind on me.” by Pretty Ricky blared through the speakers.

Monroe’s hands found my waist, my hand found one of his hands, while my other one held a tight grip on my drink.

our bodies moved perfect with each other, his hands move to my thighs, gripping the inside of my thighs, I felt his lips on my collarbone, my breathing became shallow as his lips moved to my shoulder.

“You got it bad” By Usher came on, I went to walk away as Monroe grabbed my hand bringing me back to him.

“Dance with me.” Monroe said pulling me closer to his body.

I finished off my drink, rolling it off the floor.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, his hands instantly found my waist.

We danced across the floor, with the occasional twirls that had me laughing, Monroe pulled me back to him, not taking his eyes off of mine, His sea blue eyes, were glossed over and red indicating he was drunk, but all I kept thinking about were his lips, his heart shaped lips.

now, I know this is the alcohol talking, and making me act out the way I did.

His lips came crashing down on mine, and I didn’t hesitate to respond.

His hands gripped me tighter, as our tongues collided, I was going to kick myself in the ass in the morning for this, but at the moment my mind was blank, and all I smelt was the alcohol seeping out of my pores, and Monroe’s cologne had me acting crazy.

I was drunk off my ass, not drunk off Monroe’s kiss.

or was it Vice Versa?