The Frat Boy's My Neighbour

Chapter 3- Bubble Butt

When I opened the front door, there were red cups all over my yard some strangers stumbled on to my yard, some laid there. Some even puked. I was a raged woman.

I marched to the frats house, there were sweaty bodies everywhere, pushing up against each other. it seemed like they were having fun, while their mines were set on dancing, my mind was set on finding Adrian. the music carried out onto the yard, booming through the house. Why haven't the police showed up yet. I stumbled through the house, this was just like the night club.

"Adrian!" I called out. She wouldn't have been able to hear me through this music anyways.

I went upstairs, I had a little hope that she would be up there.

The music was quieter here. I stumbled upon a couple making out on the stair case, they looked at me in disgust when I had bumped into to them.

I looked everywhere for Adrian, i couldn't find her. I wanted cry out in frustration.

"Hey sugar mama." a voice called from behind.

I turned around, and there he was, shirtless. He seemed like he didn't have a care in the world. I wish I was like that, I wish I had something I didn't always have to worry about. I wonder if that what my parents thought of me, I wondered if they'd ever worry, if they'd think of me right now and wondered what I was doing.

"Salutations" I said. I gripped onto my palms, from letting myself explode. Its amazing how he looks at me, he doesn't even have a clue about who I am, or who I was. It made me fury.

He looked at me amused. "I didn't know you were coming tonight."

"I just came to look for someone."

"Well, now you found me." he said.

I raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "What makes you think, I was looking for you."

He leaned in closer to me and whispered. "Doesn't everybody, I mean look, these people are here because of me, these girls are here because they want to get closer to me." he paused, waiting for my reaction.

"Why."

He leaned in closer to me and whispered "because I have the 15 inch."

I strutted down the stairs in frustration. I felt a tight force pull my arm.

"Let go" I said.

"Just one drink."

"I'm leaving." I said.

This feels like a second calling, fate is testing me to see if I would help Adrian this time. All I could do now is hope that she is safe.

"Come on, stay. Maybe we could talk." he said.

There was something about him when he said talk, his eyes glimmered, that was one of the things I adore about him.

There use to be this coffee shop from where I had lived. They'd have a contest every month, if you buy a coffee and roll up the rim, there would be a chance where you would win a car or money. Everyone knew that the chances were slim that it was a scam, but there was always that feeling when I'd roll it up. There was hope. I couldn't help but wonder.

That's how I feel now, I hope that he remembers me, I want to pain him by my appearance, cause all that he made me go through in the past, I want him to know that he didn't win.

He lead me to the back yard, the party seemed more alive here, the music had carried out onto the yard, so there wasn't any privacy. W e stood on the deck and leaning over the railing, looking over at everybody else. Their pool was surprisingly large, everyone was having fun, except me.