Beautiful Dirty Rich

Jell-O Princess

Hey lovlies <3 I tried to write in the POV of a guy..which propably sucks completley..but I swear the next chapters will be better! But I thought it would be a good introduction :)

Oh on the side there is our precious Finn and also Ava but she will not be mentioned by her name in this chapter. You also see Avas black dress and Finns Football-sweater :) ------->

And there are some mistakes..please don't mind them :D

Soo now I hope that you like the first chapter :) if you do, just leave me a Little comment and don't Forget to vote and fan as well <33

Lots of looove, xoxo

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(Finns POV)

Before I even turned into the dark street I could hear the hard, ground shaking beat that fulfilled the silent night. I couldn’t make out the song that was played but I guessed it was some charts hit. Slowly I drove by dozens of parking cars trying to find a free spot.

 “Hey man” some guy greeted me grinning, carrying a red cup. I gave him a nod and was greeted by more people. I knew their faces, but man, don’t ask their names, I had absolutely no clue. Nodding hi and giving high fives I made my way through the hall of the mansion. The music was on full blast, red solo cups covered the floor, drunk people made out heavily everywhere, it smelled like beer and puke and somewhere in the living room was someone in a bunny-costume. I had a feeling that this was going to be a fucking fantastic night.

I walked into the kitchen and filled one of the cups with coke and some vodka. Taking a long sip I relaxed slowly.

“Yo Finn”
I turned around. “Ethan, man, how ya doin’?”  We made our quick handshake-fistbump-thingy. “Great party” I said, checking out some drunk girls who were giggling and dancing.
“Thanks mate. You know, some hot East-chicks are here” he wiggled his eyebrows “maybe you should walk around a bit. Find new toy and stuff.” Ethan winked, grabbed a bottle gin from the counter and disappeared waving and drinking into the crowd. I shook my head. This guy had some serious issues but you know, he was my friend. And he knew me well. East-chicks were always good.

I heard hoots from the living room. Drinking I head to the mass of people who were circled around the big table.

“Shot shot shot shot shot!” Everyone was shouting. Curiously I pushed some people out of my way to stand in the first row and have a perfect view on what was going on. No one dared to even scowl at me and I smirked satisfied. It was good to have power. It was so good.

Finally I saw why everyone was cheering. Two girls made a shot contest- with Jell-O Shots. On the desk were already plenty of empty shots.

I cheered loudly with the crowd as one of them slammed her last shot down on the table laughing cheerfully and screaming: “I won! I’m the winner!” She threw her arms in the air and the crowd was clapping and bawling.

The girl put her hair out of her flushed face. She had a set of deep blue eyes, framed with long and thick lashes and glassy from the alcohol. Her full pink lips were formed to a wide smile as she stood and climbed up shakily her stool. She wore red high heels and a short black dress, revealing long tanned legs. The skirt of it was wide but became very tight at the torso, showing her curves perfectly. Her wavy hair was a shade of light brown, going into blonde to the ends down at her waist and framing her petit face. She was hot. Really hot. Like totally.

She ran her fingers through her hair and grinned. “Time for body shots!” she cried out and the crowd was screaming in excitement. Holy shit, this girl new exactly how to entertain.