Chapter 7 : Dance floor 3 some

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Mentally I was freaking out about the party but Physically I looked stunning. I had on Natural makeup with a flown strapless black dress.

 

I heard a faint knock on the door and looked. I see Azul’s curly hair.

"Almost done?"

 

 

"Almost" I said as I grabbed my jacket from off my desk chair and put it on my arm

 

 

"We look hot” Azul said as she intertwined are arms

 

 

"Yes, there's nothing hotter than two matching thick best friends” I said in a sarcastic tone

 

 

 

 

We walked down the stairs to see what look like my dad giving Dylan, Wes, and some guy I didn't know the "you better take care of my little girl talk"

 

 

Azul cleared her throat causing the guys to turn and look at us.

I watched as Dylan eyes lit up.

 

"You guys look great” My dad said as he hugged me and whispered in my ear” you guys stay together”

 

 

 

 

 

I buckled my seat belt and I sat back. Dylan was staring at me lustfully and I could see the smirk that played on his lips.

 

 

"Do I interest you?” I asked Dylan as I looked at him

 

“Always " he said as he looked out the front window

 

 

 

 

If you kiss me on my neck then I'll probably stay longer but, if you do it how I like it then the feeling will get stronger

 

 

Dylan was still looking at me like a piece of meat.

 

 

Girl enjoy yourself just don't hurt yourself. OWEE, fuck me till I say stop. Fuck me till I say stop

 

 

 

The music was up to at least 70 and I'm pretty sure it was a pile of puke on the floor.

 

 

"I want you to meet someone” Azul whispered in my ear

 

I nodded my head and let her pull me off into the living room.

 

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