“Stay with me,” Nathan told me before we entered the house.
I held a warm beer contained in a red Solo cup.
He opened the door, the loud, booming music pouring out of the home.
I raised the dull-tasting liquid to my lips, emptying the contents.
I wanted to cover my ears. I wanted to go home.
I contemplated on leaving the tedious party.
When I looked over, I didn’t see Nathan.
Nathan Peters crossed my eyes path.
My heart beated fast in my chest as I walked further into the party.
Anger bubbled in my chest. I crushed the cheap plastic cup in my hand.
Sweaty bodies pushed me around. The air was thick with the smell of weed and alcohol.
I left the kitchen as Peters chatted up with a brunette. I wanted to leave.
I accidentally bumped into someone.
A small, petite blonde ran into me.
As my eyes trailed up his lean form, a hard look adorned his handsome face.
I looked down at the blonde, her eyes wide with fright.
Unconsciously, I swallowed in fear that he would beat me up or shove me to the side.
What was an innocent girl like her doing in a place like this?
“S-Sorry,” I mumbled too quietly for him to hear, then scurried off to find Nathan.
Her pink lips moved, but the damn music was too loud to hear anything. And then she left.
I tried pushing my way through the smelly crowd. My shirt stuck to my skin, my jeans clinging to my legs.
As I watched her weave through the crowd, I decided to stay.
I walked past people who were smoking, the fumes choking me.
I ignored the girls that tried to press their bodies on me, urging me to dance with them.
I hate Nathan. I hate him for leaving me.
I couldn’t help but watch her.
When I was about to enter a kitchen, a good-looking male came up to me.
Alex Anderson walked up to her. His smile was mischievous.
He had kind brown eyes and a nice smile.
I became alert.
The boy leaned in close to my ear.
He violated her personal space.
“Hey, I’m Alex,” he told me.
My eyes watched his movements closely.
He leaned away, a bright smile of his face. I blushed and told him my name.
Under the harsh lights within the house, her freckled cheeks reddened.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” he asked me, lazily leaning against the wall.
He was up to no good.
I blushed more. “I’m here with my cousin.”
She replied. So stupid of her.
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Wasted Youth
Teen Fiction"Stay away from him. He isn't any good. A waste." Light Thomas had always been told what to do. She never questioned, only did. But she wanted to change that, she didn't want to be the girl that took orders. She wanted to make her own path. And movi...
