Chapter 1
The music had been pounding through my entire body. I felt like I was one with crowd no one cared how crazy or really bad my dance moves were. The fact that my hair once curled to perfection had soon turned into a mess of hair strands lying limp on my red, sweat soaked face didn't matter at all neither was the huge stain on the front of my dress from where some asshole decided was a perfect place to put their drink. I was truly alive at that moment and no one was going to stop this half white half black girl locomotion of pure energy. But my feet were aching like crazy from the intense dance moves I had been putting down and my best friend still hadn't returned with drinks for the past two songs so the idea of getting out of the crowds for a little water break sounded pretty appealing. With the thought of my best friend, Sabrina, knowing her black behind she was most likely with some random guy in a random corner of warehouse playing an intense round of tonsil hockey completely forgetting she had a socially retarded best friend to look after. And to think this was her bright idea too that she was actually able to talk me into going. Not saying that going to a party in an abandoned greenhouse in the middle of the woods in South Apopka was the best idea for me to get talked into; I am really actually not regretting one of her usually terrible ideas for once.
The place was actually not as creepy as you would think it would be I mean the setting was, the person with the brilliant idea to have a party with teenagers and illegal substances in the middle of the woods that has never watched one horror film but also was really thinking about the best ways to hide from the cops should get a medal. The place had been packed there was barely any room to squeeze between people as they gyrated to the music or in some cases had sex with their clothes on. I mean really the appeal of twerking on some guy's dick is still beyond me but I have to give credit to the Miley Cyrus wannabe twerking on one of the tables that right there had been talent. Everyone of course was completely wasted and the party was in full swing it is nearly midnight on a Saturday night after all.
Trying to maneuver through the masses had been pretty hard but when I, Monique Taylor, set my mind to a goal it will be done. There right in front of mehad been a sight for sore eyes an oasis in a desert, a refreshing cold glass of lemonade on a hot summer day, an empty seat that was calling my sore feet's name.
Of course soon as I am about to sit down a little bitch in a hot pink hookers dress and matching heels snatches it away from me. Who even had the balls to glare at me as she sits down like I was actually the thief in the situation. Well at least I looked classy even in my stained little black dress unlike that whore that could have been and most likely has worked on OBT. Whatever, there are bigger fish to fry like finding a place to sit, something to drink, and maybe even finding my deserter of a best friend. Turning around from the seat stealing prostitute I realized how tired I really am either I find a seat or I am leaving after of course I get a drink of whatever they are giving out free at the shady as hell bar. "Yo Monique get your white ass over here!" Who the hell thought it was a good idea to yell at me better be ready because a bitch about to die. Turning in the direction of the person that had a voice that was loud enough to be heard over the head pounding music I find her. There standing in all her glory is my best friend Sabrina Brown. Her hair and dress was in a disarray from the looks of the cute smirking boy that was beside her he had some part to play in that. Her milk chocolate skin glistened in the light as if her body couldn't even comprehend the idea of doing something as outrageous as sweating and of course she was surrounded by a bunch of love sick boys. She smirked at me like a cat that had finally caught the canary as I walked over there hopefully not completely embarrassing myself in front of her pack of admirers.
When I finally arrived she leaned over still smirking of course and whispered into my ear "Girl I am about to get some tonight. I can leave you alone with Angelo right. I Promise he will take perfectly good care of you." She quickly glanced at one of the younger men in the group that looked like he knew more about how to play GTA then on how to talk to a girl. Angelo was around 6'5 gangly with cornrows on his head and so light skinned he nearly looked sickly in the badly lighted room. He wore wife beater he couldn't even fill out all the way and baggy ass jeans that did him no favors with some beat up Nikes. God she always leaves me with the most awkward, ugly ass people to talk to. Fuck that! "Like hell Angelo is going to take care of me bitch you said we enter together we will leave together!" The cute boy that had been trying to win the tonsil hockey Olympics with Sabrina frowned and looked at me asking "what the fuck is wrong with Angelo the nigga knows whats up shawty." Ugh God he had that slow subtle southern drawl that most black boys had in Apopka and damn it did it drive me insane. "First of all this shawty has a name and second of all I sure as hell wasn't talking to you boy toy so keep your pretty mouth shut and let the adults talk" my voice started to elevate in volume just thinking on how the only reason he was talking to me was to try and quicken the process of getting into Sabrina's pants not that she minded much with the way she was looking at him like a piece of meat she was about to swoop in and devour. Quickly turning her gaze to me she pouted and mouthed the words please to me as if that shit would actually work. But sadly it did seeing as I had reached my limit on the number of drinks I should have before I got completely wasted and would wake up completely naked in a dumpster like what happened for my eighteenth birthday I knew I needed a ride home and if Angelo's pussy ass was going to be it then fuck it I was going to just live in the moment and what happened happened. "Fine" I gritted out frowning in despair. A grin soon blossomed on Sabrina's face with a quick peck on the cheek she ran off with her boy toy of the night while I was left with dweeb lord Angelo.
Turning towards Angelo I raised my eyebrows and shrugged while shouting over the music "so want to get completely wasted with me?" "Sure why not" was the nonchalant reply and that was good enough for me
The night turned into a drunken blur after that with plenty of liquor flowing and an amiable enough drinking buddy that turned out to really know how to bust a move the night seemed to not be a total lost in the end. Until of course I ended up here hiding in someone else's bathroom only in a button down shirt and boxers that I definitely didn't own. What the fuck did I end up doing last night?
So it would be really nice if you guys stuck with the story I will update on the regular which will be one more time this week on Friday and once a week from then on but I just need to now that people are actually interested in the story or sol I will just trash the story. Oh and comment on what type of monster the Hottie Mchothot should be if anything I'll just make him a werewolf.
