Secret daughter

Chapter 1

◇Juliette◇

"Come on Juliette! You need to get out and socialize more!"

"No, Sun-Hye! I need to study more or my Ma is gonna beat my ass!"

"It's just one party! No harm done!"

"Don't you remember the last time we went to a party?" I said recalling those... unpleasant events.

"Please just at least one shot and a dance with a hot guy" she begged going on her knees putting her hands together looking at me pleading eyes.

After all of her whining for like the pass freakin' hour, I agreed.

"Aye dios mio! Fine"

"THANK YOU JESUS LORD! WHY IS THIS BITCH SO FREAKIN' WEIRD?!" she exclaims as she gets up dusting her knees.

"Hey ask my mother, she raised me" I laugh 

I can never get mad at Sunny she always had a sense of humor and we've been best friends since kindergarten when she bit me. She wanted to draw a sun while I had the only yellow crayon in our group being the stubborn little girl I once was I didn't give her my clean, beautiful, bright crayon so then she bit me. Hence our friendship was born. I didn't know how to pronounce her name until 5th grade so I just call her Sunny and she calls me Ette.

She is Korean she moved here when she was a baby, while I was born in America but, my parents were from Mexico, leaving everyone behind. I honestly love Sun-Hye's parents. There so nice and funny; sure my parents are like that, In front of people. But when I did something bad and our guest left, aye me madre. I'm dead.

"Okay let me prepare your outfit" she got out a one-time dress from last month for my cousin's quinceanera, I'm 2 years older then her. I'm turned 17 in August. The thing is that I am the youngest senior, I'm still 17 while the others were 18. It was already January five more months until we graduated.

"Ooou, I didn't know you had a dress like this" the dress was black reached mid-thigh and little tight at the top but, I managed to pull it off the whole party without me passing out.

"Oh, that death trap. I got it last month for my cousin's quince" I said turning back to my work since this is gonna take FOREVER.

"Okay then, this and oh, look you have heels? "

"I have heels?" I saw a black pair that she was holding up. Oh yeah, I wore those for a funeral.

"Let's go to my place to change the party is closer anyways from there anyways" Sunny just turned 18 which means she got a new car for her birthday gift. Lucky bitch.

"Bye Ma! I'm going to Sunny's house!" 

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"I'm home!" Yelled Sunny we ran upstairs as soon as her mom heard us because we a know she can be a little... talkative.

As we dress into our dresses and Sunny does our make-up, after we are done we look in the mirror

"Wow, we're hot."

"I know"

"Ok vamos"

Her car rolls up on the street and we can hear the music from a mile away. We enter the house and it is ENORMOUS (hehe that what she said). Anyways it was filled with alcohol and drunk teenagers everywhere, this party must have been thrown by the richest boy in school, Lorenzo Bianchi. His father was a billionaire, I don't even know why his father put him into a charter school. Don't billionaires put there kids into fancy rich schools? After all Lorenzo is the heir to their company, even though he's the biggest playboy in the school.

"Here I got us some drinks" Sunny yelled over the loud music

My face scrunches up "Ew, it smells like shit"

"Sweetheart, it's called vodka drink up" I put the cup up to my lips drinking it, feeling the liquid go down, burning my throat. I need to let loose a little. The only alcohol I have really drank a lot of was tequila and beer and we all know where that led me.

"I'm gonna look at the other drinks" she nodded. That shit taste nasty. I went to look for other drinks and saw some fruit punch. Grabbing a new cup I drank some.

"It's alright" I drank about I don't know let's see 1..2 oh wait, I drank the whole bottle of fruit punch. I want more, let's see, there is... oh, Apple juice! One after the other I want something else, you know what I'm just gonna go dance.

Hearing my favorite song come on which was imitadora by Romeo Santos since half of the kids in my school are Hispanic of course they would put that on.

I was dancing wondering where the bloody hell did Sunny go then I spot her in the corner with a guy talking. Oooooouu, I'm gonna make fun of her after.

Soon I felt big arms around my waist dancing with me, then I turned to see that it was Lorenzo Bianchi, the Italian bad boy as I call him. We danced until it got a little steamy as we made out which no one seems to notice. His lips were soft and tasted like grapes and alcohol even though we both reaked of alcohol. I wrapped my legs around his torso and he carried us to a bedroom laying me down, not breaking the kiss. He slides my dress off, and I unbutton his shirt tracing my finger over his sculpted abs. I'm gonna know I'll regret this in the morning.

A/N
Hey y'all! Hope you liked the first part. It might be a little stupid in the beginning, but hey, I'm trying! This is my first story and I legit got inspiration from a k-drama I was watching a while ago.

S O N G

Imitadora - Romeo Santos

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I was born in the U.S but I'm Mexican.

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