After that night a boy who looked similar to whom I dreamed about asked me to come to a party with him. I reluctantly said 'yes'. I mean, no one likes me why would he want to take me to a party. Probably because he's a boy and everybody knows that boys only want to get with girls. If you know what I mean.(If you don't it means that a boy only want to do it with a girl.)
Now here I am in the car with him on my way to a party, "Where is the party?"
I asked him. He looked at me then back at the road. "Im not sure." was what he said. Just at that moment my jaw dropped, "You don't know where a party is that YOU asked me to go to?!" I screamed at him.
He looked hurt. "Let's just change the subject." I nodded. He was just concentrating on the road so I decided to strike up a conversation, "Umm, why did you ask me? Why didn't you ask Kimberly Asher?" He seemed too concentrated on the road to answer so I just looked at my hands a fiddled with my fingers, "Because she's a slut." was what he said.
He typed in the address to the party on his GPS and at that moment I realized my cousin was throwing the party. She's blood crazy. She just throws these parties to kill. "We can't go there!" I yelled at him. He turned his head and saw the worry in my eyes,"And why can't we?" He asked. I knew that I'd better tell him my secret or make up good lie.
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Blood Love and Werewolves
Teen FictionOkay so Im writing this story for my friend Britiany. She's a really good friend so one day at school I asked her to pick out a story idea because I was blank. I would tell you what she wrote down but that would ruin the whole story so enjoy.
