Roxy: Hey Bella. I heard Miranda is having a partyy:) Yu wanna come with us?XXXXX
Bella: Why not :D
Roxy: GR8! Ill tell Miranda yur comin:) Im sure shell like yu!Xoxo Sooooo its tomorrow nite at Mirandas house ofcourse(; Ill drive yu(: There will be drinks nd hot boyz (;
Bella: KK! Thx
Roxy: No probz! G2G! See yu tomorrow!Xoxo Roxy
I drop my iPhone on the floor and start dancing around my room. Was I really invited to a party?! Being a dork, it's nearly impossible for that to happen to me. But hey, I'm not dreaming, so might as well use this opportunity to make some new friends, right?
There's just one problem though. My mother. She's really not the type of mom that let you go wherever you want and didn't care. She's way too overprotective! I'm 15, and she treats me like I'm 15. If I tell her I'm going to this party, she will freak. So I won't tell her that I'm going to a party. Instead, I'll just tell her I'll be having a sleepover at Miranda's house. But then there's another problem, my mom doesn't know Miranda and we're not friends. So I'm gonna tell her I'll be sleeping over at Roxy's instead. She can't say no to that, and she's gonna be picking me up anyway! Perfect.
I hold up my wrist to look at the time. It's already 11 pm! Time sure goes fast around here. I walk into the bathroom and removed my makeup with a wipe. I change into my pajamas and turn off the light. I climb into my bed and pull the covers up.
Tomorrow night was going to be amazing.
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I search the closet for something to wear. Who knew this would be so hard?! But it's not like I have many party clothes, since I never actually went to one. I throw on a black long-sleeve belly shirt, black pants, and black heels. I tie my hair into a ponytail, grab my bag and rush downstairs. Unfortunately, I bump into my mother.
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"Sleepover at Roxy's."
"You don't wear that kind of stuff to a sleepover!"
"Did I say I was gonna sleep in this?"
"It doesn't look like you brought pajamas."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
I push the front door open, walk out and slam it shut. I sit on the porch waiting for Roxy to come pick me up. In 20 minutes, a red Ferrari pulls over in my driveway. I assume that's Roxy's car. One of the car doors open. Roxy waves her hand at me, gesturing for me to come over. I push the passenger door open and climb into the seat.
"Woah Bella! You look awesome!"
"Thanks! I didn't have anything else to wear. Haha."
"Let's get to the party! It's starting soon!"
The car starts and we drive to Miranda's house. I guess it's not very far from my place, because it only took 5 minutes. We both get out of the car and knock on Miranda's door. Her house is much bigger than mine. I think it's a luxury mansion. She must be rich.
Miranda opens the door. "Rox, who's this?" she asks, pointing at me.
"Oh, that's Bella! Didn't I tell you about her?"
"The girl you invited to the party? Yeah, come on in."
Roxy grabs my hand and drags me inside the house. I take a quick peek at a piece of paper taped onto the wall. A bunch of names are neatly written. "Miranda, Roxy, Omar, Justin, Sebastian, Morris" and a lot more. I guess these are the party guests. I wonder why she would keep a list of them? Whatever! Time to have some fun. I walk inside the kitchen and grab a glass of champagne. I chug it all down.
Soon, the party is going wild. Some people are dancing on tables, some dancing to loud music that will make your ears bleed, some making out and some passed out on the floor. Me, Miranda, Justin, and Omar are just hanging outside the house though, talking about random stuff. Roxy ditched us after a while to make out with some random guy. They're probably having their fun in bed right now.
"Come on guys, it's boring! Let's go back inside and join the party!"
"I'm up for that!"
"Me too!"
"I'm in!"
The four of us head back inside the house and drink more alcohol. My first party is a blast! I should do this more often. We join the dance floor while music is blasting from the stereos. We decide to sing along!
"LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, YEAH WE DANCED ON TABLETOPS!"
"THEN WE TOOK TOO MANY SHOTS!"
"THINK WE KISSED BUT I FORGOT!"
"LAST FRIDAY NIGHT! WE WENT STREAKING IN THE PARK,"
"SKINNY DIPPING IN THE DARK!"
"THEN HAD A MENAGE A TROIS!"
"THIS FRIDAY NIGHT,"
"WE DO IT ALL AGAINNNN."
We keep on dancing, crazy, drunk, and wild, until I collapse on the floor, passing out.
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The next morning, I wake up in a bed. I examine my surroundings. This isn't my bedroom, and I have no idea whose it is. Until I see a boy next to me. Oh. My. God. I don't remember anything from last night. Who was this boy? I pull the covers off of me and realize that I am butt naked. I slap the boy's face and he opens his eyes.
"Whaa-- huh?"
"Who. Are. You. Where am I. What the heck happened. What did you do to me."
"Well I saw you were passed out so I took you upstairs and one thing lead to another."
"You did it with me?! I can't believe this! What if I'm--"
"Whoa, not so fast. It's okay, I used protection."
"Good. Or else, I'm gonna kill you. So who are you anyway?"
"I'm Omar. I'm 13."
"Bella. 16. Wait, what?! 3 years younger?! I can't do this!"
"Romeo was 13 and Juliet was 16."
I sigh. Maybe I need to give him a chance. He can't be that bad, can he?
"Well, I guess..."
"Come on, let's go get some breakfast."
I get out of bed and put my clothes back on. Omar grabs my hand and drags me downstairs. I go into the kitchen and grab a bagel. I'm not really hungry, I had a horrible hangover, that is killing my head.
"Sooo, I really like you."
"I already have a boyfriend."
"Oh really? Who?"
"Um, his name is Simon. I don't think you know him. He's kind of a flirt though. And a player."
"Then ditch him?"
"Nah, he's a nice guy..."
