The Mitchell Boys

Chapter 4

if there are any grammar problems in sorry, my sister didn't fully check before publishing this and I'm impatient .

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After that dreaded meeting all i wanted to do was sleep, but no. Yasmine had to want to go to a party and me the driver back. While she was talking and hour to get ready i was banging my head up against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I turned my head to look at her, but still banging it on the wall.

"Trying to see if the pain in feeling inside for going will equal the pain i feel outside." She rolled her eyes.

" Whatever, but how do I look. " For her petite figure she had on a white skirt and a blue blouse.

"It took you that long or that?" I exclaimed
"I needed to do my make up." I started to change my forehead against the wall again. She then grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the wall.

" Girl, you don't have enough brain cells to loose anymore. You'll be brain dead. "
"Well if I'm brain dead then I can't go, so please do me the honors and let me continue." She shook her head. Dragging me out all the way to her mom's car.

"And before you ask i got mom's permission. " I nodded. Going into the passenger seat i leaned back. I was wearing the same outfit i wore to the meeting. I'm not dressing up for anybody and it's comfortable. Yaz turned on some music and was singing while I passed out.

"Yo, wake up we're here." I grumbled but woke up. I was still in a car and Has was still in front of me.
"I need coffee."

"They have soda and alcohol choose your pick. " I mumbled some things under my breath but for out the car. My sweat pants did flared my legs and butt, a the shirt made my boobs look good, so I won't stand out to much, Hopefully.

We went inside this house, the music was blaring and people were dancing. And I'm happy I didn't give enough s**ts to wear makeup because a good number of these b**ches look like raccoons.

I laughed to myself and looked around for some water. I couldn't find any so I went for a diet doctor pepper. It might say diet but that doesn't do s**t it's just a word. I poured it on a red cup so no one would b**ch about me drinking.

I went to the middle and found Yaz and danced with her for a bit. After one or two songs she was dancing with a boy and I didn't want to bleach my eyes tonight, so I walked away to the drink section. It was still crowded so I went to a hallway, I wasn't paying attention and ran into someone.

"F**k," a deep smooth voice cursed.

S**t, I looked up and saw a god of a man looking back at me. He was talk and had piercing  amber eyes and reddish brown hair with an amazing jaw line and straight nose. He also had full lips and several earrings in his ear. S**t once again, I started looking around I'm my pockets for a napkin of some sort

"I'm so sorry, let me help yo-"
"Get your dirty ass hand away from me." He sneered, okay so it's gonna be like that. I looked up at him in shock.

"Listen here, I said I'm sorry, so if you don't want my help you little ingrate then clean your own Damn shirt. I offered to help, but now find your own damn napkin. "

I went to walk past him past him, he looked at me in shock. Ha he can suck it. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Do you know how much this shirt was?" I glared at him then arched my eyebrow.
"How much your highness." He looked pissed .
"$87, lucky I wore my cheep one." He once again sneered at me. My jaw dropped.

"Well what do you want me to do about it? " I pulled my arm out of his grip and put it on my hip. "Cause I'm sure as hell not buying you a new one, here's a tip, if you have enough money for your cheep shirt to be $87 dollars then you can buy another one without my help."

I went to walk past him again still fuming. But one again he dragged me back, then he crossed his arms and smirked at me. He had the audacity to smirk at me.

"You're different, so what do you want? Money? Sex?" I tapped at him. He stepped closer to me. All I could process was the sex part and him getting closer. Without thinking I pushed him away and yelled. "Get away from me pedophile!"

I didn't take in his shocked face before running away, I couldn't fight him because he didn't throw hands first. So I just ran. I silently cheered for myself for showing the asshole up.

He can take his $ 87 and shove it up his. Someone bumped into me before I could finish that thought. It was a dude with dark hair and piercing gray eyes, who of course glared at me then walked away.

When his back was turned i showed him the birdy. Chuckling to myself i went to the drink area. I found Yaz there coincidentally, "Make me a drink please." She looked at me happily. I looked at he drink table, to my surprise they had a cocktail mixer here and a lot of stuff to make drinks with. To bad none of the s**ts here knew how. I grabbed the mixer.

"What do you want?" She smiled and clapped her hands.
"If you can one of your originals. " I nodded. Rolling my sleeves up i got to work.

When you get the hang of it, it's pretty fun to make drinks. Several people came over when they saw me make Yaz her drink. Then of course they asked for one.

I started to grow annoyed the more people that asked. Finally I had enough, it's a party I'm here to have fun. Not waste my time and energy making drinks and not even getting paid.

Some chick was telling at me the same time as other people for a drink. I put the shaker down, "I'm done!" I yelled over the music. I started to get complaints but the chick that yelling before was super pissed and super drunk now.

"You're going to make me a sex on the beach now." She slurred.
"No. I'm. not. I'm here to party not to cater on a drink Barbie like you every whim." She glared at me.
"Are you stupid? Like actually retarded? Because I can make your life a living hell. " she slurred and placed her drink body on the counter.

"I'm sorry Barbie but my life is already hell, been there, some that. There's nothing your drunk pansy ass can do to get me to make you a drink. Now go along and find a other boys to give STD'S to. " I can tell from the look in the box long hair girls eyes that s**t hit the fan.

Before I could react she poured a hole bottle.of open need left in the table at me. She smirked then went off. There was already a crowd of people around us when we were talking but now they were going crazy. Yaz was still next to me, so when I tried to hop into the table and go after the fake boob b**ch, but she grabbed me and stopped me.

"Time to go home Chris."
"Let me go at her." I smelt like beer and my shirt had a huge beer stain on the front. I finally agreed and walked out the party.

When we finally got home I took a thirty minute long shower to get all the beer smell off of me. I have Yaz some water and medicine. Then started to go to there guest bedroom until Yaz sat up.

"Stay here Chris, you're going to be moving. It's Bonding." I rolled my eyes but didn't argue. For some reason I'm able to have peaceful sleep when someone is there with me. I don't really know but I wasn't going to pass up that offer.

Getting comfortable i closed my eyes, but an image of the guy i ran into popped up in my head. Crap, throwing it aside i fell asleep next to my best friend Yaz.