Join Rose as she overcomes issues and problems in her life while accomplishing as many stereotypes, cliches and cringe-worthy moments as possible all the while remaining completely oblivious to the fact that she is just another forgettable character...
A/N okay, guys, here's a picture of Jamison and a quick bio, then we shall see what happens next in Rose's crazy life😉 Jamison Daniels: he's 17, and is a senior at Rose's high school. He's known as the schools bad boy/major player. He's very tall and secretly loves to read books and play guitar.
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So, let's start the story, shall we?
Rose's pov: I race to class, this feeling burning in me that I can't decipher. Oh, I'm so confused! I shove the door of my geometry classroom with a loud screech of protest from the door. All eyes suddenly fall on to me as I pant, sweaty and flushed from my run. "Well, Miss Bush, nice of you to finally join us," says my pissed geometry teacher, Mr. Randez. "Yeah, um, I'm really sorry, I just, ran into somebody and then I had to talk to them and then..." I trail off, "yeah," I say, ending my speech. "Well have a seat, but don't do this again, Miss Bush," he says suspiciously. "Um, never again, but can I go to the bathroom, please?" I beg. I need to cool off. "Fine," Mr. Randez says, obviously annoyed by me. "Cool," I say, and I'm out the door again, racing to the girls bathroom, but deciding at the last minute just to skip this crap and leave the school. I race out the front doors, jumping off the steps and 'borrowing' Jackie's bike and pedaling with all my might. My mind is racing, I'm so confused. I was only being a tease, why does this feel so real? It's starts to rain, but I only pedal harder, my mind going back to that night when I was only 14. Flashback: Tam and I were going to our first high school party. I was so excited, I wore stilettos and a short jean skirt with a black crop top that very nicely showed off my rack. My makeup looked professional almost, because Tam had done my makeup for me. We snuck out, giggling all the way, high off the adrenaline. We opened the door of the seniors house, loud music and smoke flooded out into the night. Tam strides in and I quickly lose sight of her. Walking into the kitchen, I got a drink handed to me by a very drunk older guy. I tasted it, it was sweet but bitter at the same time, I kind of loved it and hated it at the same time. The guy who handed me it smirked, enjoying my reaction. "What's in this?" I giggle too him, chugging the rest down and asking for more. As he made the drink, he spoke, "it's my own special creation, learned how to make it in juvie," he tells me. "What did you do?"mi ask him, quickly losing my self control over what I say because of the alcohol. "Drug bust. Apparently, parents don't like their kids to unwind every once in a while," he answers, his nose cutely wrinkling when he says parents. "So you were a dealer? Do you do it now? Are you high right now?" I say, questions dribbling out me before I could stop them. He chuckles and hands me another drink. I sip it while he talks. "Yeah, I was a dealer, I gave it up, figured it wasn't worth my trouble. And no, I'm not high right now, I didn't really use what I sold." He told me. "Oh." I say. "So tell me, is this your first party?" He asks me. I blush. "How did you know?" I ask him innocently. A smirk plays on his lips, which are looking pretty good right now. I think I like drinking. "One, you're talking to me, and I'm trouble. Two, you're wearing clothes that say, I'm trying to hard, and three, you look pretty young." He tells me. "And why are you trouble, mr. drink handler?" I gesture for him to give me a refill. "No reason," he says. "I'm Cris, by the way," he tells me. "Rose," I say. "Well, it was nice talking with you, now go enjoy this party," he tells me, grinning like my brothers do at me. I giggle and make my way out of the kitchen. I bump into another older guy, but he looks pretty wasted. "Woah there, sweet cheeks, watch where you're heading!" He slurs, looking me up and down shamelessly. I grin stupidly, saying, "maybe I wanted to run into you?" I tell him flirtatiously. "Oh did you?" He says, getting an odd look in his eyes, as he takes a couple steps towards me, towering over my small frame. I was about to speak, when someone bumped into me, spilling their drink all over me. "Ugh!" I shriek, "hey, jackass, watch where you're going!" I shout at his retreating back. "You're soaked, here, lets go to the laundry room," he says, leading me up the stairs. I stumble, so he grabs my arm, dragging me up with a sharp urgency. He opens the door to one of the multiple rooms in the house and semi pushes me in.
Ooooo, what's gonna happen, what's this guys ulterior motive? As usual, comment and vote my lovelies, all feedback is appreciated. Give suggestions as to what you think should happen next, I would be honored to use one of your suggestions in my story. Till next time,✌️😉
