Angel Wings

9: Senior Year

she lounged around her room lazily as she typed away at her laptop. She reached into her bag of chips frowning as she felt crumbs. She sighed getting up setting her laptop on her bed. She skipped down the stairs sliding into the kitchen, opening the pantry and grabbed the bag of chips she bought earlier. She sighed she had the house completely and to herself. She slowly pulled herself up the stairs, and walking into her room. She heard her phone chime, she crawled into her bed where her photo sat charging looking at the text message

Party tonight at lodges, catch you there?-A😇
Totally, pick me up?-I
Sure catch you at 10-A😇

She looked at the time deciding to start getting ready she only had an hour til 10. She hopped in the shower, bathing and washing her hair quickly. She finished with a quick scrub to her face and run of conditioner through her hair. She climbed out her shower drying off with a towel. She didn't know what she was going wear still, she sighed quickly running her curling cream through her hair. Before walking out the bathroom into her closet, quickly stepping into some comfortable underwear, and slipping on a red bralette. 

Ivy let out a frustrated sigh digging through her clothes for something to wear. She pulled out a sheer black bodysuit, slipping to it, followed by tattered up shorts. She smiled triumphantly. 

She slipped on her shoes, grabbing her phone from its charger before hopping down the stairs. She was excited, she heard all about the senior lodge parties last year and she was really looking forward to them. She couldn't help but to a little dance in front of the door when she read the text from Angelo telling her he was there. She closed the door behind her locking the door as she walked toward the old beat up Toyota. 

"looking sexy, who are you trying to look good for?" Angelo joked looking her up and down signaling for her to do a little turn when she opened the car door. 

"No one in particular, maybe a cutie to do a quickie the back-room." she giggled, flexing her outfit. 

"am I that cutie?" he smirked as she climbed in slamming the door behind her. 

"depends on how you act tonight." 

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The music was loud, the red glow from the fairy lights truly made the scene. Ivy was sweaty, out of breath, but most importantly having a shit ton of fun. She belted out the lyrics to beware as she danced with Angelo. 

"pray to the sky all black, looking at the stars like they finna talk back" She slurred, arms looked around Angelo's neck her head nodding to the music, her hips swaying. 

Angelo couldn't keep the smile off his face as he watched Ivy. He couldn't think of any other time she'd gotten this drunk, he didn't think she'd ever gotten drunk. 

"Don't believe them hoes," she screamed, suddenly she stopped a lightbulb going off in her head. She grabbed Angelo's hand dragging him to a table. "Help me up." 

"I don't you shou-"  before he could get his words out Ivy had found her way onto the table dancing to what they want.  Angelo shook his head throwing back his drink before climbing up and joining her. 

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They didn't leave the party til early the next day. Ivy sighed head resting on Angelo's shoulder. 

"Angel?" she asked looking at their intertwined fingers. 

"Hmm?" he asked not opening their eyes, they some how made their way to the bridge, crashing at the top 

"Why does my head hurt so fucking much?" 

He couldn't help but laugh, cracking open an eye to look down at her, "You're detoxing from the bottles you drank?" 

"What did I drink?" 

"What didn't you drink." he laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder kissing her forehead, "you'll be fine once you get some water and sleep." 

"I love you angel." 

"I love you too Ivy."