Jade and her best friend Lia are both Seniors in high school who have decided to stay focused on school instead of boys for their last year before college but that all changes when a New Instagram & Musical.ly famous bad boy named Michael moves to t...
*Jade's POV* After I walked out of the school with Lia and Ari, we eventually ended up at Lia's humongous house.
She drags us into her room and begin s rummaging through her walk-in closet. Ari and I exchange worried glances. This can't be good.
Soon enough, I was watching Ari frown as Lia puts multiple different outfits up to her body.
We were soon settled on black skinny jeans with a gorgeous white, flowing tank top and four-inch silver heels. She can have fun dancing in those.
Lia startles me when she pulls me from my criss-cross applesauce position on the bed to stand next to her.
She fiddled with the lines of hangers and pulls out white lace shorts and a black slim-fitting tank-top with a white bandeau. (A bandeau is a strapless bra for those of you who didn't know.)
Next some white vans were put on my feet and Lia found a black mini skirt and a long red sleeved shirt to wear.
Ari put her hair in a messy, but somehow neat bun with her long bangs in curled wisps. She has on silver eye-shadow and navy blue eyeliner making her grey eyes pop out. Her lips are covered with a light layer of lipgloss.
Lia did my makeup neutral upon my request, though she did add black winged eyeliner. She crimped my hair and made it perfectly fall over my shoulders, and layered my lips with dark red lipstick that I insisted she removed.
She wears red lipgloss and straightens her hair, and curls her eyelashes to the max. Lia is definitely an eye catcher.
Lia decide that her two projects (Ari and I) are done and drags us out to the car, fashionably late.
(Play the song)
The music flows through the house so loudly when we get there, I'm sure people miles away could feel it rumbling their floors. My first real party is with a bunch of drunk high schoolers. Cute.
My plan is to never leave Ari's side, since Lisa had already wandered off, but Ari was gone soon too.
Great (note the sarcasm)
I wander and push through dancing, sweaty people. They push against me, their heat and alcohol reeking bodies making me squished and uncomfortable.
I can't stop asking myself how I agreed to this situation in the first place. This is gonna be a great night, am I right?
Every corner I turn, there is either another couple making out or someone offering me an alcoholic drink. I find myself wondering how the perception of parties like this is fun.
I plop myself on a luckily empty leather couch, until someone sits next to me. I roll my eyes and prepare to stand up. Does no one recognize a girl who wants to be alone when they see one?
"Sorry do you want me to leave?" the boy's voice asks.
I glanced at him and saw it was Jose and zammmm he looked fine.
His Brown curly hair goes perfect with his tattoos and skin tone. I don't even know how to describe his appeal.
"No don't leave." I smile, settling back into my seat.
"You Look nice, Jose." I say and smile.
"Back at ya, Jade." He say's and smiles.
We end up talking more about our hobbies, singing and playing guitar, and even are most embarrassing moments.
Our conversation continues until I find myself on the dance floor. Jose is now nowhere in sight anymore, so I travel to the staircase and lean on the edge, keeping my eyes open for Lia, Jose, or Ari.
"Hey pretty lady," the one and only familiar voice says.
"Go away Michael, I'm really not in the mood for your shit." I spit at him
"Come on babe, I know you want me. " he slurs. Great. He's fucking drunk.
"No thanks," I yell over the blasting music. "Go get one of your little slut minions to pleasure you. "
"Why don't you be my little slut," he whispers in my ear, being too close for comfort.
I freeze when his large hands cup the back of my thigh. "I-uh I c-cant no," I stammer. My heart pounds. His breath smells of mint gum he chews and the alcohol in his cup.
"I make you nervous when I do stuff like this," he smirks, moving his hand up and squeezing my ass.
I yelp in surprise. He moves in to kiss me on my lips, but I dared to do something I'm sure no other girl would have.
On this Friday night at a party where every girl wanted the guy who is about to kiss me, I slapped him.
I slapped Michael Vasquez right on the cheek.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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