Red is a 17 year old girl finishing her junior year in high school when she begins a relationship with someone who turns out to be her idol. In this book you will see life through the struggling eyes of a broken teenage girl, who must cope with depr...
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After I showered I put on a black lace long sleeved top with a burgundy push up bra, black short shorts, fishnet tights, and my black high top converse. I straightened my long cherry red hair, put on my makeup and finished the look with sharp winged eyeliner. I walked to the room the boys were sharing and knocked.
"Hello?" An already tipsy Emerson opened the door.
"Emmy the party hasn't even started yet and you're already drunk." I laughed, making him smile.
"Remi your girlfriend's here," he shouted over his shoulder, "and looking very fuckable so I'd hurry up before I take her!"
"I swear to Christ Emerson..." Remington came barreling into the room, "oh." he eyed me up and down.
"Told you she looks fuckable." Emerson grinned.
"She does but YOU don't get to tell her that cos she's MY girlfriend."
"I'm standing right here and I'm not deaf," I laughed, "also put on a shirt Remington, I don't want to have to fight every bitch that checks you out."
He threw on a cut off nirvana muscle tee and raised his eyebrows at me.
"Better," I smiled checking my phone, "shit it's already 9:20, we need to get going."
"Don't worry the party's not gonna be over any time soon."
"What do you mean?"
"If Ronnie's throwing the party you won't make it back to your room until the sun is up."
"In that case," I grabbed his hand, "I'm gonna go chug a monster."
We walked back to my room, I got two cans of monster out of the mini fridge and handed him one.
"See who can chug it faster." I challenged.
"Game on." he smiled.
"One, two, three!" We both threw our heads back, less than 10 seconds later I had thrown my empty can on the ground and smashed it with my foot. He stopped drinking and looked at me wide eyed.
"How on earth do you drink anything that fast?"
"Practice," I smirked, "I used to steal the liquor and drink it so that when my brother came home there wouldn't be any left, he didn't need to be stoned and drunk."
He looked at me in disbelief.
"You should see me do shots." I giggled.
"Knowing the parties Ronnie throws, tonight I will." He said.
"Okay let's get going, where are they throwing the party?" I asked.
"Remember the hotel in town?"
"Yeah."
"They rented out the penthouse."
"This is gonna be so fun, I haven't been to an actual party since freshman year."
