The Nerd

Its More I Want This

"Who's party is this?"

"Cole and Brendon Thompson more know as the Thompson brothers."

"And what school do they go to?"

"Lincoln Private High School."

"And why are you 19 and still going to highschool party's?"

Tessa looks over at me glaring, "Because, for your information I happen to like them smartass."

I laugh as I stare at the two story galore before us. It was a big two story white house in the middle of a fancy rich neighborhood filled with other amazing rich houses. I gaped at the house in front of us only imagining how it looked inside.

"Come on," Tessa says, grabbing my hand and dragging me forwards to the door.

We pushed open the big dark wooden door to reveal a house full of sweating teenage body's.

As I thought the house was even more amazing on the inside. Every part of the house was covered in dark oak wood panels on the floor. The dining room was to our left and the stairwell to our right, and the living room was right in front of us. From the stairwell it went up and covered into a beautiful white railing that you could stand at and see over the living room. To top everything off a bright glass chandelier hung above the us on the ceiling. This was all I could see between the enormous body of teenagers.

"Want a drink?," Tessa yells over the music, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah!" I shout back.

She nods her head and begins pulling me through the sea of body's. We pass the dining room and a wall before we reach the kitchen. She pushes open the swinging door revealing an enormous white kitchen. A few body's lingered in it sipping at drinks but, the most where out dancing.

Tessa pulled us up to the bar on the far right of the kitchen and tapped on the counter grasping the attention of the bartender, very hot bartender might I add.

He had dark hair, that flowed perfectly when he moved his head. He wore a lip ring on the right corner of his bottom lip and studs in his ears. He was wearing a white button up that clinged to his muscles well, with a black bow tie and black slacks that shaped his fine ass.

"What can I get you lady's?" He ask with a smile, showing off his pearly whites.

And that ladies and gentlemen is how Samantha Anderson died.

Just kidding.

I'm alive.

On the verge off a heart attack.

But, fully alive.

I gaped at the fine piece of meat before me.

"I'll have a strawberry margarita. Sam what about you?" Tessa ask, looking at me.

I snap out of my daze and look at the bartender before me.

"Um yes give me a shot of Kinky Pink, and a Vodka Lime to please."

He nods turning around to make our drinks. I take this time to look below me to see if a puddle was forming because I was literally melting at the mere site of this gorgeous boy before me.

The clack of a glass hitting the counter pulled me out of thoughts and I snapped my head upwards just as bartender-guy set my shot of Kinky Pink down. He turned around to make the rest of our drinks before I could say a thank you.