"You know Matt may have been a dick but there really was a party this Friday. You up for it?" Damon asked. He sat in front of me and turned back, staring at me. Hunter sat on my left, bored.
"Will there be booze?" I asked.
"Uh...no," he said,hesitating.
"Will there be sex?" I asked, leaning closer.
"Uh...no," he said tentatively.
Hunter watched us with confusion.
"Then why would you even think of going?" I asked.
Damon laughed as Hunter shook his head.
"So you do know how to have fun!" Damon exclaimed.
"Know how to have fun? I'm the queen of having fun!" I laughed.
"I don't believe you on that," Damon said, leaning closer.
"Wanna make a bet?" I smirked.
"First one to get blackout drunk wins," he grinned.
"Deal," I said, standing up.
Hunter sighed, shaking his head.
"You people are stupid. And dangerous," he sighed.
"And soon to be drunk," I laughed.
Damon whistled as I walked out the doorway. "Pick you up at 7 babe!"
"Oh!" I said, sticking my head back through the doorway,"I almost forgot. No cheating and drinking before the party. I don't want your lightweight ass getting piss poor drunk before our actual bet."
"You think I'd stoop that low?" Damon asked, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back into his chair.
"You're right. You can't get any lower than rock bottom. My mistake," I drawled.
"She fucked you over properly," Hunter laughed, clapping Damon on the shoulder.
Damon laughed, shaking his head. "You better get ready for one hell of a night babe! Cause we ain't stopping till one of us can't walk anymore."
"Better get your wheelchair then. Cause I ain't losing."
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"What are you wearing?" Hunter asked, narrowing his eyes at my outfit.
I looked down at my mini skirt, low cut top and sneakers and shrugged.
"Its four fingers above my knee, if that's what you're asking," I said.
"Four fingers? More like four hands," Damon said, draping his arm over my shoulder.
"Oh you would love that wouldn't you?" I asked, shoving him away.
"I'm loving the view already," he said, eyeing my chest.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "You really are a pervert. One day someone is going to report you to the police. Now you got a smoke?" I asked.
He reached into his jacket pocket and held one out.
"Oh and by the way, crossing your arms just shows off more of your chest," he said, giving it to me.
I snatched it away, lighting it and putting it between my lips.
Hunter rolled his eyes. "Let's go before I deck someone for being a pervert."
"Aw c'mon man. Have a little fun. You're a teenager aren't you? That means you've gotta have the same hormones flooding through your veins as me," Damon laughed.
"Damon, no-one has the same type of stupidity running through their veins as you," I replied. flicking the ash away.
"So cold. Brrr. I think you froze my heart."
"You'd have to have one first. Now hurry up before all the booze is gone. I wanna get drunk."
Hunter sighed, shaking his head as we walked up to the house.
"This is the dumbest thing humanity is ever going to achieve."
"That's what we're hoping for," I grinned.
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