Wrecked

Plane rides

SCAR

"what are you doing" Jenalle had a bored look on her perfect face.

"Nothing" I claimed innocently. She swayed to one side. She was eating Ben and Jerry's in her tank top and panties. It was weird to think they hooked up once. If you can hook up with a guy on occasion and still be friends it should work the same. People are people.

"Lying bitch" she said flatly. "I know you hate them but it's ok to worry about what they will think. No matter who you are every person wants their parents to love and accept them even if it's deep down"

"Yeah" I said throwing clothes in my suitcase. I can do this it will be hell but I can make it.

"Get some rich dick for me babe"

"You're a lesbian"

"Don't you forget it"

I snickered and packed the last of my things. I leave tomorrow.

"Let's go party one last time!" said Janie

"Hell yeah" I knew I'd regret it but whatever.

***

The loud music entices me and sets my blood aflame. I love the deafening music and sexy strangers hot bodies up against mine. Party girl they call me. I love it. Dancing. Drinking. Sex. I love anything that gives me a rush and then I do the unspeakable. I write about. Yeah I have a blog. Sounds lame but people on the internet worship me and I get paid a lot for little work.

I have a ridiculous amount of free time. I usually spend it getting in to trouble. I do honestly try to avoid drug yet they always seem to find me. I did cocaine once in high school so this hot German boy would like me. It worked of coarse. Boys love me but coke messes you up on a whole other level. Not recommended.

I generally sleep in the day and party at night wake up with a stranger then repeat. Yes I'm kind of a slut or at least that's what people call me but it's my body not theirs so I'll do as I please.

Janie managed to find a girl to dance with and of coarse she was brunette. She really wants a Blair to her Serena. I think she had a thing for my sister which is a joke because Nickolette is majorly uptight. She's been with two guys well apart from her future hubby. She never grinds or does anything inappropriate. Little miss perfect. We are polars but I love her so.

It 2:00 a.m so I better get down to business. I eagerly scout the club for prospects. I may be a slut but I'm pretty picky. I see a guy in a tight white tee shirt at the bar and tattoos peeking from under his sleeve. I love tattoos. They get me hot. I Release the guy I'm dancing on. He's probably an 8. I would say I'm a strong nine when I'm on top of my game.

I'm diffenately on it tonight. "What are you going to buy me" I asked gracefully sliding in the seat beside him. He turned to look at me. I did well. Oh yes. Tasseled light brown hair, perfect features and tan skin. Oh gorgeous warm brown eyes and delicious looking lips.

"Cocky" he mused. Wow even his voice was sexy.

"I know what I want" I said confidently.

"Rare in a woman"

"I'm not most women"

"I can see that" he said and I caught him glance at my boobs. Yes they defy gravity. My white crop top scoops low enough to reveal a little taste but not the whole show and ends at my periced navel. I have flawless skin so it works.

"The lady will have a scotch"

"Wow you really get me"

He chuckled "I have an intament understanding of women"