Honeymoon Avenue

Chapter 1:

I tapped my studded peep toe Christian Louboutin's against the cement for about the a billionth time. I'm currently impatiently waiting for Eliza aka Liza knowing she's probably making out with her new boy toy of the week. I started walking towards my black Bentley that I got for my 16th birthday. When I saw what looked like a figure of a person with a black jacket or hoodie.

As I neared my car I realized that the figure was actually the one and only Alexander James. you know? The big beautiful green blue-ish innocent looking eyes, the black leather jacket, yeah the normal stereotype.

His eyes lit up when he saw me, he moved towards me causing me to stumble backwards.

"Damn, am I that sexy" he questioned.

"Choke on a dick, anyways what do you want, and Why are you looking my car like its a pile of bacon!?" I yelled.

"This is your car!? You're fucking kidding me! Hey aren't you the new girl, Alyssa, Elizabeth? " he said confusingly.

"Eliza!" I screamed.

"Yeah her, damn I was hoping you would be way more sexy than this! People must be blind" he said sarcastically..

" Does every girl fall to her knees for that one? And no Eliza is my sister." I said flatly.

"Yes! There's still a chance she's fuckable" he said laughing for what seemed like forever.

" Ahaaaaa, um yeah anyways can you move? I need to go home. " I replied.

" You trying to show that off? I have a Bugatti not a piece of shit Bently ! " He screamed in my face.

" Kay but does you Bugatti have this ?" I opened my backseat door and showed him my new iPad & keyboards that come out in the seat, the movable seats, temp adjuster and everything.

His eyes dropped. No not his mouth! his eyes like he was dead...

"I'm not drunk if that's what you think." He murmured.

" But I do need a ride " he added.

"Hop in " I agreed.

I drove him to Callabas, California which was really nothing, I found out we live in the same neighborhood. you wouldn't know because well, because people don't pay attention to their neighbors until someone's paying them to. He lives in the front, more average priced houses, I live in the far back, the houses over $20,000,000 I was never the one to flaunt my parents money, but I love my house. I love my closet and everything.

I pulled up in his driveway after his terrible directions, he had kind of sobered up. He pushed me against the car and Slammed his lips against mine, giving me the taste of weed, and beer. Ew. I immediately pushed him off of me and got into my car and drove home, which happened to be down the strip (of houses).

Why not?! I'm tired of letting whoever is reading these. down,