"I think you should wear something more you" SIA said, throwing a black lace dress and white fur coat my way.
After an hour of debating on weather to go to the party are not, you wouldn't guess who won.
"No way, I believe in animal safety" I complain tossing her fur coat.
You guessed it, SIA won. Meaning we had to go, but being me I gave her a dead line. We're now sitting her room while she gets ready.
"So, you eat chicken, chicken is an animal" she explains, picking up the coat and tossing it with the rest.
"So, it's not like I wear feather. An there's a difference" I point out.
"Of course there is" she said, not paying any attention to me what so ever. Looking over her outfit in the vanity. Wearing a pink puppy tail skirt, a leopard print tank top with a pink jacket and black heels. Her hair curled down her back in a bouncy wave.
"Are you two done bickering, I'm hungry" Madison groans, rolling in Sia's bed.
"Madison you just ate a whole pepperoni pizza by yourself" I said in confusion. She's been eating a lot lately, I mean she eats a lot since childhood but this is just playing freaky.
She groans, rolling once more.
"OK I'm ready" SIA chimes, still focused on her reflection and her hair. I rolled my eyes, pulling a groaning Madison out of the bed. Leaving the room, we made our down to the kitchen were KB was munching on a bag of potato chips, that's until Madison grabbed it.
"Hey" KB exclaims, trying to grab the chips back but fails. In no time the chips were done and we're in the car making our way to the address Jason sent me.
Playing 'Story of my life' by one direction.
"STORY OF MY LIFE, I TAKE HER HOME" the girls sang.
"Jesus, my ears" KB exclaims.
"Written on these walls are the colours that I can't change"
"Turn the music off, val" KB complains.
After a few ear burning uneven notes. We finally pulled up at the house. If I wasn't sure of myself, I'd think this place was a car shop due to the amount of cars in the one drive way and on the street.
Locking the car, we made our way towards the house decked in toilet paper and red cups. The door was wide open with drunk teens making out on the porch.
Entering the stuffy, alcohol scented room.
"Let's get some drinks" SIA chimes, swaying her body as she leads the way to the kitchen. Forcing our way past drunk teenagers grinding against each other, making out, playing beer pong and other stupid games.
Entering the kitchen, my eyes widen at the sight before me.
"Blaze" I mumbled. Blaze was here, why am I not surprised. But what got to me was that his hand was bleeding, my heart fell at the sight of the blood. By his clutched jaw, his hand balled into a fist and his deadly glare, I knew he was angry. As if hearing me, his head snap in my direction. On seeing me he gaze soften.
As If out of instinct, I ran towards him holding his bleeding hand in mines, looking in his blood red eyes.
"What are doing here val" he ask, using his free hand to caress my cheek. I sigh, leaning into his touch.
"The question is, who were you fighting" I ask.
"It doesn't matter now" he replies, pulling me into a warm embrace, which I returned.
"Let's get your hand clean and bandaged" I said, pulling him along with me. I don't know where I'm going, but all I know is I'm looking for a bathroom. Reaching the top of the stairs, Blaze lead the way from there to a small bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I pulled his hand under the water washing away the blood. What wasn't surprising was that there wasn't any bruise on his hand.
"Who did you fight with" I ask, washing the top of his hand.
"You'd probably hate me if I told you" he smirks.
"Talk buster" I hiss, turning to face him. Gripping me by my waist, he placed me on the counter stepping between my legs and resting his head on my breast.
"How many times have you had sex, since you know, since I broke it" he ask, calmly.
"I asked you a question first"
"Answer and I'll give u my answer" he says, kissing the top on my breast.
"None"
His eyes widen, looking up at me with those dark blue orbs. A smile making it's way on his lips.
"You know I love you right" he whispers.
"I know, Blaze. But it's not that easy to forget that you've never once visited are called" I said, tears threatening to fall. He sighs, tightening his hold around my waist.
"I know, and I want to make it up to you, please cupcake. Just give me one more chance to prove myself, this time I won't be leaving your side, I promise" he whispers, his lips only and inch away from mine.
"I'll think about it" I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiles, placing his soft lips on mine. Leaning into his burning lips, my hand tugging at his dark locks.
He groans softly against my lip, our lips slowly moving in sync as my hold on his tighten slightly, pulling him closer to me closing the gap between us.
Slowly pulling away, resting his forehead on mine.
"I want you back Val, I'll kill anyone to have you back" he says, grabbing me by the waist and placed my back on the floor. Fixing my Jagger's, I made my way towards the door waiting for him to open it. When he did he glanced back at me once with his signature smirk, before saying.
"By the way cupcake, you might want to tend to your so called boyfriends wounds, I might have bruised his precious face" i gasp, glaring at him. Grabbing my hand he pulled me back downstairs through the kitchen and into the backyard, where I saw Ace and his friends sitting on a rock with red cups surrounding them.
My blood boiled on seeing a huge bandaid on Ace's neck. Why is Blaze like this. I mean it's sweet he's beating up people for me, but what did Ace do to deserve this.
"Don't look at me like that cupcake, it hurts" he pouts, turning towards Ace he points before continuing, "For this once I'll allow you to tend to him. But after this your mine cupcake" he smiles, peeking me on the cheek before disappearing in the sea of people in the living room.
Why do I still love that man???
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The Good Girls Secret (COMPLETE) Editing
Teen Fiction(Secret series #1) Meet Valeria Lockhart, the good girl that has it all. At school she's the nerd. "Pick it up vilora" she hisses, pushing my head back. At home she's the good girl. "How was school g...
