Cherry Bomb!

First Impressions

Chapter One

I pulled up outside a house at half past eleven. It was in a nice usually quiet area, all detached only, this house had music blasting out of the windows and doors as much as loud as the speakers can go before they break and there were a few drunks stumbling around the front garden.

 I'm here, I thought to myself. I parked just round the corner, my convertible was not impressed, it wanted to speed, not stop.

Once parked I grabbed my bag, checked my make-up in my mirror, ruffled my hair, stepped out of my car, locked it then strutted to the bottom of the house's driveway.

Then I smiled and strutted in.

As I opened the front door the music from inside intensified, but it was nothing compared to the volume of the music inside the clubs back in England.

 As I took a step inside a group of boys, obviously my age, yet they looked so developed too, all turned to look at me, everyone else wasn't that bothered. So, I walked over to the group of boys, they followed my every move, they looked so similar its was a bit weird but hey, this is my first night in America, I wanted to make it count.

 "So, which of you guys is going to get me a drink?" I said while I approached them, with a smile on my face. For a moment they were all a bit stunned until one of the younger looking ones spoke "Yeah, umm ... what do you want?".

"Surprise me," I answered a look of anxiety crossed his face for one second, then one of the older guys whispered to him.

Once the youngish one was gone there was a moment of silence while the guys stood there and gawped at my body until i had enough

"You finished?" I asked them, a few blushed in response whilst some grinned and muttered an apology. This made me feel quite smug with myself, I wore some extremely tight black denim trousers with rips down the front on them which has an extremely low waistband, with a cropped top that came in-between my belly button and my boobs which has union jack pattern on it.I wore these with a lot of make up, extremely high, bright red stilettos and my hair was in loose curls.

 "So where abouts are you from?" One of the nearer guys asked,

 "England" I replied with a grin.

 "So how long you staying from here for?" Another one asked,

 "A couple of years at the minimum, seen as we just moved here  today." I answered.

The younger looking one strolled over with a glass of red wine in his hands and handed it to me, "So, what's your name?" he asked. I grinned him a smile with my bright red lips,

 "Cherry," I replied. Then everone started to strike up conversations with each other and I got into a really normal conversation, it looked like I fitted in pretty well.

 I danced with nearly every guy in their group until I thought I would make it back home for a little sleep, after all I was going to a new school in the morning.

Turns out they go the same school as me, so I excused myself from the conversation and shouted back to them "See you tomorrow!". I stumbled down the road to my car and climbed in then drove home, blatently ignoring the don't drink and drive law.

When I got back I parked my convertible in the driveway and climbed up the side of my house, through the window into my new bedroom, boxes were everywhere.

 Until it all got delivered this morning I didn't know I had so much stuff. I quietly slid into bed and fell into a deep sleep, and dreamed about the group of boys and why they looked so similar to each other and they were vague when telling me about themselves, but I shrugged it off as they didn't feel comfortable discussing themselves around a stranger.