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She knew the Blue-eyed god was trouble when mere seconds after meeting him at a Hollywood party, she is kidnapped, caged like an animal and dragged into a mafia fight.
Miss Lolli's favorite pastime is breaking hearts until she mee...
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Chapter Eight– My gag reflex was better than this, I swear
The people at the party have thinned considerably and all the high and mighty old women have called it a day. It's now time for the actual beach party, and the noise of excitement takes me back to freshman college bash.
A blonde girl beside me stumbles on her feet, drunk to stupor, and Vera is quick to hold her. I suddenly get an idea and drag her behind me to the stage. Snatching the mic from the singing drunk boy, I yell, "it's karaoke time, bitches!" The crowd hollers and I hand the mic to the frightened looking blonde freshman.
She shakes her head at me, looking terrified but I smile evilly and push the mic into her hand. She sputters into the mic and I run to the back, determined to show college who the African queen is.
From the back, Vera and I gather the balloons in a sack laughing and giggling as the girl's sleepy voice comes on stage. The girl had hung around us throughout the party, and silly her, no one warned her about cookies!
"..Here's a few things, you'll need to know if you wanna be my one and only all my life..."
Ooooh someone is gonna scare off her future husband, tonight.
Grabbing two sacks full of balloons, I dash on stage and release a variety of inflated rubber on the stage. A giggle gets caught in my throat as the blonde starts to sway her hips and tap her foot to the rhythm of her song, starting to enjoy herself.
A loud shrill enhanced by the mic suddenly breaks out on stage as a loud pop is heard from under the blonde's foot. She starts to cry loudly into the mic as she struggles to find her way out of the gardens of balloons. A pretty blue one floats her way, and she tries to avoid the balloon, she slips and falls flat on her face.
The crowd starts to holler and a couple flashes are seen. People and their social medias. In less than three seconds, I get a ton of notifications on Snapchat and Facebook with a half-naked blonde buried with balloons.
Wait. What?
I run back on stage to find the blonde with a skirt ripped at the middle and buttons missing in her shirt. She must have stepped on her skirt in the process, but what the hell happened to her shirt.
This is bad. People are laughing and filming the whole thing, and when my shorts pocket begins to vibrate, I know without checking that this video has made YouTube.
Something misses my head and I look to see a black mic flying past me. The blonde had thrown the mic at the crowd and sprawled herself face down on the stage, sobbingquietly.
Okay, maybe this has gone too far? Why hasn't she left the stage? Is it the hash brownies?
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Vera throw her iPhone 6 into her handbag and begin to make her way over to me with a big grin on her face. I smile back uneasily.
