There are 3 best friends who just love getting into trouble but they always manage to get out of it. That is until they meet 3 boys, worse than you can ever imagine. Talking their way out of trouble is no longer an option when they get involved with...
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I ended up losing Terry in the crowd halfway during the party. I didnt mind though. He would find me if he needed me. Im not THAT hard to find at parties.
Damon constantly got in my way, as he was trying to make sure that i was staying out of trouble. It was annoying... HE is annoying.
I shake off my thoughts and throw my hands up in, jumping up and down, twirling my body around. People throwing up around me, the music drowning out the gagging as i bump into strangers, throwing my arms around them, dancing with them anyway i could.
The smiles dancing all over the house, laughter ringing my ears as i drunkenly fall on the ground.
The next morning
I wake up and roll over on my side, recognizing that i am in Damon's room, on his bed. I groan, feeling my body ache as i rub my face. "Hey." Damon's voice fills the room. He sits down on the bed next to me and i kick him off the bed, flipping him off. "Don't talk to me. It's too early." I groan, rolling on my stomach, trying to fall back asleep.
Damon pulls me off the bed, kicking and screaming. "LET ME SLEEP!" I yell, trying my best to kick him in the nuts. "I made you coffee." He says. Those words are like a song to my ears. I immediately stop kicking him and i look at him. "Where?" I ask, eyeing him carefully, making sure he isnt lying. "Downstairs." He says. "There are donuts too." He adds. I grab his blanket and wrap it around my self, as i am only in my bra and underwear, and walk downstairs.
When i get downstairs, i see Terry and Savanna sitting at the kitchen table, both with coffee mugs in their hands and donuts on plates in front of them. I immediately walk past them, eager to get a chocolate donut with sprinkles.
When i am done getting my donut and coffee, i sit next to Terry at the table. Terry looks at my donut, suspiciously. "What?" I ask. "It's said that a person's favorite donut tells alot about them." He says, staring at my donut. "And?" I ask. He nods at himself as if he was taking notes in his mind. I look at his donut and its chocolate with cream filling. "What does yours say about you?" I ask. "That i have a damn good taste in donuts" He laughs, taking a huge bite of his donut as i roll my eyes at him.
