Adrianna's P.o.V
What the hell is she doing here?? I yelled inside my mind. I'm supposed to have fun tonight so I went with Zac and the others to this party. But now my mood changed. Because of her! And I hate it.
"Babe, you okay?" Zac whispered in my ear, sending shivers through my body. But my mind quickly brushed off the sensation because I'm more focused on the girl who's staring at me, wide eyed. Good. I think she remembers me. I smirked at her which I don't fcking know why I did it. But it's worth it as I saw fear in her face.
"I'm fine. Let's go." I said smiling mischievously. He agreed then walked towards where the alcohol is located. I followed him together with the gang.
"Who's party is this anyway?" I asked Aleli who's sipping on her drink. She shrugged making me sigh. She can be useless at times. Urg.
"It's Nat's party!" Sophia yelled at me so I can hear her. Finally!
"I don't know her." I said nonchalantly which made Sophia and Aleli laugh. I sip on my cup and honestly, I don't like this kind of beer.
"We know." They said in unison then they laughed again.
"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes. She clung on my arm then spoke while chuckling.
"You don't know anyone besides us Addie. Because you don't care about others." She said then they laughed again while I make face at them.
Well it's true. I don't know most of the students in Clayton. Because I don't care about them. I have my own life to take care of so yea. And I don't care what they think of me too. It's just a waste of time trying to know most of them. And honestly speaking, most of those bitches wants to be friends with me because of fame and my money, well my parents' money. So yea. Why bother right?
"Let's dance girls!" Aleli yelled then she pulled Sophia and me with her towards the dance floor. At first I didn't want to but when I saw the new girl dancing with the guy I saw with her earlier, I changed my mind. It's a disgusting view to watch to be honest but I want to have some fun tonight.
I can feel of the music reverberate through my skin once we're on the dance floor and I'm starting to like this. I'm not the type of girl who goes in this kind of parties but heck, I'm actually enjoying this. It's like we're in a club that we usually go.
All the while we were dancing, I'm stealing glances towards the new girl. I've been dancing here and she hasn't noticed me yet. I'm the most beautiful person here! She's supposed to notice me just like all these hormonal idiots! But then again, she didn't notice me. She isn't even glancing this way. She's just there laughing and dancing with the guy. This is freaking annoying!
"Ouch!" I heard her yelp when I purposely bumped into her. I can feel she's going to yell at me but when she saw who I was, she froze on her spot, wide eyed.
"Watch it, bitch." I smirked at her and it really pleases me when she looks like this. This frozen like a statue, with an expression that's so amusing to my eyes. She's been doing this since earlier.
I'm about to turn around with a smug look on my face when I saw her shook her head then frowned.
"I'm not a bitch! You are!" She yelled that made me raise my brow at her. The people around us stopped dancing and grinding when they heard her. Well who wouldn't stop? This, this creature here in front of me just yelled at the school's queen bee.
"Oh really? Am I? My apologies." I said sarcastically which she seemed to not notice. Her face almost brightened up but I quickly cut her off. "Or not. Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Oh wait." Then I looked under my shoe. " You're just a gum stuck under my shoe. Ah ah wait, ahh, there, now stick on the floor." I said crossing my arms at her with a smug look on my face. The crowd reacted and it made me smile more to myself. She crossed her arms too which looks rather, cute. No, adorable. Wait what??
BINABASA MO ANG
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