❝My parents warned me about the drugs on the street but never about the one with the electric blue eyes and heartbeat.❞
Nothing could compare to the luxurious lives five teenagers lived in Covington Prep. Scandals, parties, paparazzi were embedded i...
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04 | party fever
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During parties, Grey was legendary for being the first one drunk. The number of shots she used to take along with the spiked punch was unrivaled by almost anyone.
And that was precisely why everyone was staring at her sitting daintily on a couch playing with a can of Sprite in her hands.
Grey Rutherford wasn't drunk, as she hasn't taken any shot since she had arrived at the party. Nor has she made out with anyone since then either.
Doesn't anyone have anything better to do than stare the fuck at me?
The grinding couple that was this close to taking off their clothes in public stopped to stare at the sober Grey who was now chucking the empty can of Sprite far away from her. Luckily for her, it hit the head of the person that she was mad at in the first place.
The incredibly hot (apparently, Grey couldn't see it) teacher that has only been teaching at Covington Prep for one day shrieked at the can that hit his head, which had spiraled and dunked the remaining contents of liquid in it on his copper brown hair and face.
Oops. Grey grimaced. Looks like the can wasn't so empty after all.
She got out of the couch as quickly as her legs could take her to avoid being seen and ran straight into Daniel's white marbled kitchen.
Seriously though? How the fuck did a teacher who only taught one fucking day at their school manage to get invited to a party on the same day? Grey's mind whirled with these thoughts as she reached for the handle of the white fridge, opening it and taking another Sprite can out. There was no way she was drinking or getting drunk with a psychopath named 'Kyle Hastings' walking around trying to find tissues in his anger to dry his face up.
She was certain it wouldn't help him though. His face was as dry as his personality even when covered with Sprite liquid.
She opened the can and took a swig, turning the corner to find Seth and tell him that she would be the designated driver for today and that he can go ahead and let loose.
