Running with Bad Boys

ch.9- sweet 18

(Ireland is above)
NIECIA POV

I have these thoughts so often. What if this isn't the right life style for me? Why did mom make me move here? Maybe this isn't right.

ugh. never mind. can't think about that right now.

"Niecia get ready for your sweet 18!" My dad yelled.

I think I need to explain a bit, you know how every single girl has a "sweet 16"? Well, I didn't exactly have one.

My first time I tried to have a sweet 16, my mom couldn't afford it. I guess I just got really depressed and I locked myself in my room for the rest of the day. It was bad...😬

But the second time was worse. I tried to have a sweet 17 due to my last birthday disaster, but I woke up that day and instead of being greeted with love and birthday wishes, I received a file of divorce papers.

Well, you can understand that it didn't go well.

So I'm having a sweet 18, and I'm praying to God that it will go well.

(sorry non-religious ppl😬)

I put on a strapless maroon dress with 2 inch black heels. I put on simple makeup and curled my hair.

Hey, at least I look presentable.

I walk downstairs to people crowded around the whole house. I invited my friends, the Magcon boys, and other acquaintances. My dad decided to invite some of his friends and so did Connor.

But I'm not complaining.

I noticed a girl that just walked it, she looked a little familiar. She turned around slowly and I saw...

Ireland Helton?! How did she get here?!? Let's just say, she has caused problems with me and my friends to the point where I had to move.

Yes, that's one reason why I actually wanted to move.

"Hey Ireland." I say, faking a smile.

"What do you want." She says smirking.

"Woah um, I wanted to know why you were in my house. You know we aren't on the same page." I say, getting louder. Gosh we need to turn the music down.

"Actually, your dad invited me!" She says smiling, "He doesn't know about us so don't you dare blow it." she says, while dropping her voice into a whisper.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and walk away, trying to find Jack.

I walk around trying to find him. I start asking people where he is, frantically.

"JACK! JACK WHERE ARE YOU?" I start yelling.

I ran into a bathroom, cause I needed to go pee. (duh)

But I found someone, or, Jack and IRELAND TOGETHER?!?

Jack looks straight at me, so does Ireland. But in Jacks eyes, he was apologetic. That wasn't the same story for her. She knew.

"NIECIA IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK I SWEA-"

"SHUT UP! GOSH I KNEW YOU WERE A CHEATER EVER SINCE HANNA."

I'm screaming and now everyone is getting quiet.

I run out, crying. I grab my keys, and run to my car. I start driving but I don't know where to.

I'm officially done.