BLAZE (Oh Hold)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Finally, its Friday.

Here I am sitting in Aisha's bedroom helping her to pick something out for the party. Yes, I gave in and decided I should go since no one's going to be home tonight and I won't have anything to do, and plus I didn't want Aisha going on her own anyway. Not that I don't trust her but she can sometimes get very... Out of hand.

"What about this?" Aisha steps out of the bathroom and shows me her fifth outfit, this time it's a navy dress, appropriate length, with nude heels.

"Its fine. So was the first, second and the third" I say scrolling through my Facebook page waiting for Tori to text me back.

"It's so hard, I don't know what to wear!" she looks at herself in the mirror.

"Oh my God, just wear that" I say getting up off the bed sliding my phone in my bum pocket.

"I don't know, maybe. What are you wearing?" she turns around.

"This" I gesture to my clothes that I have on. A tight black top with my army pant, matching with my timberlands.

"No... You are not, wearing that" she looks me up and down.

"Why? what's wrong with this." I hold my arms out.

"Put this and this on, the shoes you're already wearing will match with them."

"No!" I sit on the bed crossing my arms like a child "You're lucky I'm even going tonight, so I'll wear what I want to wear"

"Just put them on please! You won't get anyone wearing that" she begs me.

"Who said I wanted to get someone" I say but she just looks at me with her big blue eyes

"You're so annoying!" I get up stomping towards her annoyed and snatch the booty shorts and cream crop top, that has a V-neck, off her and go to get changed.

"I know" she smiles, flicks her hair and pretends to fix her perfectly filed nails.

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By the time we get to the party its already wild and thriving.

Music blasts throughout the house, lights flashing and as we walk in we are greeted by horny teenagers grinding on each other as they dance to the impropriate songs that play, some already passed out on the front yard, others vomiting their guts up. The smell of alcohol and smoke linger in the air, burning my nose. The house had empty bottles laying on the ground scattered everywhere, waiting for someone to trip over them. I almost was a victim.

This is why I never come to parties, they can be very... unpleasant, especially when your ride, slash, best friend ditches you and your left alone surrounded by drunk teenage boy's. Although I have to admit, I do find it quite amusing watching people trip over themselves being so drunk.

"Heeeyyyy Baby girl" a random boy walks up to me.

"Don't touch me" I say in a monotone voice stepping away.

"Aw come on babe, I only want to talk" he says to me as he stands there slightly swaying and slurred words. He snakes his arm around my waist.

"Look- what's your name?" I question

"Um Paul" he tells me unsure of himself.

"Ok look, Paul, your drunk so I'm not going hit you, but I do highly recommend that you remove your arm from my body and leave me the hell alone before I do hit you" I glare at him. Before he gets a chance to say anything I begin to walk away.

Where the hell is Aisha?

I push my way through the sweaty bodies and begin to search for her.