Chapter 1.
(Scarlett's P.O.V)
It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning here in London, as usual. I didn't have much to do today, I mainly just wanted to do nothing, and watch movies on my laptop all day.
Those were my plans, until my best friend Ansley texted me.
*Hey! Sick party tonight down at Ashton's place, you're coming with me. ;) I'll be there in 20.*
Suddenly getting excited, I texted back.
*Awesome! I'll be ready. see ya then!*
Looks like I will be doing something today, after all.
I jumped in the shower, washing my long, cherry red hair, and then proceeded to wash my body.
I got out, putting on a new pair of underwear, and a new bra. I threw on my ripped up black jeans, and a Rolling Stones crop top to match.
I quickly dried my hair, & left it natural. I have naturally straight hair, so it doesn't require much effort.
I put on my makeup, applying a generous amount of eyeliner, and mascara.
Before heading out the door, I grabbed my phone, & slipped on my black studded combat boots.
Walking down the stairs, I cursed under my breath due to my grandma standing in the kitchen. Anytime I go somewhere, she totally interrogates me about it. She hasn't always been so protective, but became that way when she had to go pick me up one night, at a party, totally wasted. It was completely humiliating, with my grandma picking me up at a party, and not to mention the fact I was so drunk I couldn't walk straight.
She was so pissed off at me. She knew I was underaged, and plus I was supposed to be grounded that week.
But whatever. I'm sure she has forgotten about it by now. I hope.
Before she saw me, I quietly slipped out the back door, and walked over to the next block where Ansley usually picks me up.
"Hey girl!" Ansley greets as I climb into the car.
"Hey! I'm so pumped for this party." I say, knowing that this is probably the biggest party of the year. Considering it's being thrown by Ashton Irwin.
"Me too." She agrees.
We pull up to his house, & make our way to the front door. Ashton greets us as we walk in.
"Hey ladies. Glad you made it. The drink table is down that hall and to the right." He grins. He really is sweet. I hate how people refer to him as just the cocky jock. He's more than that. At least I think he is.
"Great! Thanks Ashton." I say.
"No problem. See you girls around." He says before walking away.
"Let's go get a drink." Ansley says while grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hall Ashton referred to moments prior.
"Eager, are we?"I smirked at my best friend.
"Hey, I've had a long week. I could use a couple shots." She defends herself.
We get to the drink table, and grab two red cups filling them with whatever the hell is in the punch bowl. it's probably been spiked so many times by now. Hey, I'm not complaining.
Ansley fills her cup to the brim and chugs it down immediately. After a few comments on how good it tastes, she pours herself another and tells me to do the same.
Following her orders, I fill my cup. I take a big swig of the mysterious alcohol, and suddenly I feel all the stress built up just lift off my shoulders. It's funny how alcohol can sometimes be your best friend, but it can also be your worst nightmare.
