The Bad Boy Is My Stepbrother ✔

Chapter 8

WARNING: This chapter is long and contains foul languages.

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We were a minute away from arriving to Ryan's house party! I couldn't stop my reflection on how tonight would be like since its my first actual party other than the other one that I don't consider counting on. I heard so much about Ryan's parties. Enough to be careful on.

From what Bella told me during our conversation while we were in her car... well her parents car, she warned me about how most of the times when you go to certain high school parties, the drinks can be formally found spiked and Ryan's parties are one of them since EVERYONE, I mean everyone tags along.

I mean, sure you can get an invitation card from him but after that, it won't really matter whether you receive one or not which I found extremely dangerous. I also heard that it can be hazardous in other ways, from what I heard, most likely people gets drunk, bitterly. Its not like I promise myself not to get drunk but if I'm every going to, I hope Caleb isn't near my sight.

The passenger window was cracked open. Letting the moist air out, freshening in the chilly air. The wind powerfully played with my long brunette hair, swaying it back and forth. As if I was cast into one of those cartoon movies when the popular/attractive girl hair sways side to side making her appearance look very attractive.

The whether outside gave a blue velvet color causing the thousands of twinkly white stars to make its appearance. The full moon didn't bother to come out, now that the formal half of moon stood high in the blue velvet sky, hiding behind the invisible dark blue clouds that match perfectly with the whether. Bella's automotive car white light flash on the street, shining in every movement we went through, giving us a better view to see from outside.

While we were going up to the hill towards Ryan's house, I couldn't help to stare at the teens around my age and older, walked half naked down the streets. Especially the girls. As we passed them, very few of them did many disturbing things that you wouldn't expect to go out of order from.

Like this man who appears to look in his early twenties, walking crooked down the street as if he had too much to drink. He then pulled out an empty gallon that had a picture of an orange who sat there deliciously with a straw poking inside the top of its head causing the juice to appear in the picture. 

The next thing I wasn't anticipating for the man to do is when he slid his blue trunks and pee inside of the empty gallon of orange juice. What was even worse was when he drank it and started laughing like a maniac.

"Fuck, that's gross." I heard Bella saying, making the same facial expression I'm using, turning her head back into the car view. "That guy seriously must have mentally problems." Bella shivered.

I frown. "Bella, its not nice to insult people by saying they have 'mentally' problems." I scoff.

I felt her rolling her eyes. "Please, like you don't agree yourself."

A smile pasted on my mouth.

Finally we made it up to the top of the hill that brought us to an extraordinary neighborhood that looks like only rich people can live there. Outside was too hard to describe anything but the sizes of the houses weren't. Each one of them shared a wide open space as if they were all mansions. It was similar to family single houses but much bigger and wider. Tall trees were in front of each front yard, guiding us the way.