Angel's pov
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"Who's party even is this that we're going to?" I asked Ethan as I walked out of my closet. Grayson looked at Ethan, waiting for him to respond.
"Oh, this girl named Vanessa. We've known her since we were little kids, you'll love her. She's like our best friend." Ethan said, I nodded and looked around the mess I've created of my bedroom trying to find the right outfit.
"Here, let us pick an outfit for you. Grayson is a master at fashion." Ethan said, pushing me into a sitting position on the side of my bed. Grayson and him both walked into my closet and searched for a few minutes.
"Damn, Angel. You have so many designer clothes." Ethan said, pulling different shirts off my racks, examining them, and then putting them back on. I sighed. I know I do.
When we lived in Castro, we were rich. I mean, like RICH. But once my father got taken to prison, all that money was put towards a lawyer and things for his court and the commissary in prison. For some reason my mom tried to help him, and she still does. Of course we aren't completely broke now. We do still have money, but not as much as we used to. My father still has his people on the outside, who do things for him in which get him paid by other people for their dirty work. So he wires that money to his guys outside, and then they wire it to us. My mom works at an office, but she only makes twenty-eight dollars an hour, and works eight hour days. Thats not a lot in the economy.
Both of the guys walked out of my closet holding a complete outfit. My eyebrows came together and I looked at it, it was actually really close to something I'd pick for myself. I try to steer clear of revealing clothes, because if my father found out he'd have someone kill me, not literally, but figuratively.
They handed me a white bodysuit that had a slit down the middle of it, with strings to lace it up like a shoe. It was long sleeve, but it's thin. Then Grayson handed me a pair of black jeans, which usually hugged my body nicely. The jeans had holes in the knee, and then one below the right pocket. Ethan then handed me a pair of dusty, brown booties. I moved my lips around contemplating if I liked the idea of it or not. I gave in, being it's getting late and I wanted to go get something to eat before the party.
"Where's your bathroom?" Ethan asked, I set the clothes on my bed and walked him out of my room, I pointed to down the hall so he knew which room was the bathroom.
"are you planning on drinking?" Grayson handed me his phone. I shook my head and handed it back.
"I don't really like to drink, unless I really really need one. Are you going to drink?" I asked, he shook his head. "i don't want that hangover tomorrow, so im going to pass." He typed into his phone and handed it to me. I smiled. He'a really the cutest guy I've ever met. It's kind of crazy.
"Is your mom okay with you going tonight?" Ethan asked, coming back into my room. I turned around and shrugged.
"I have no clue. I'm just going to tell her I'm staying at a friend's house, then I'll crash in my car around the corner from here, come home in the morning." I explained my plan. Grayson shook his head and started to type again.
"stay at our house," he wrote, handing me his phone.
"Wouldn't your parents question why a girl came home from a party with you guys?" I asked, they both looked at each other before Grayson looked down at his phone. It's so weird how he doesn't make any sounds at all. It amazed me.
