Back In Black- Book 2

Chapter 3

The rest of the week passed by smoothly and nothing to exciting happened. Other girls glared and some told me to back off. Cole and i flirted here and there. Some guys warned me that Cole was just going to throw me to the curb like trash once he was bored. Little did they know he'd be the one thrown to the curb.

Did the finishing touches on my hair and turned to curling iron off. Finally its Saturday and time to show the foreign how to party. Its been awhile since ive done any sort of drinking. I was excited but at the same time nervous.

What if i blow my cover? Everything would go wrong.. id just have to be careful.

Finished up my final touches. I did a smokey eye as usual, and sparkly lip gloss. Kept the outfit simple and went with dark rock revivals jeans and doc martins for shoes. Threw on a basic scoop neck, light purple t shirt and called it good.

Unlike some girls i don't need to dress and act slutty to get guys to turn their heads etc. Its the class and mystery that draw them in. Slutty girls are only used and i pitty them.

Got lost in thought and before i knew it there was a knock on the door. When i opened the door Cole was standing there looking like a model as usual. He had dark denim desifner jeans and a white a white v-neck on. His hair was slightly gelled. If i didnt know any better id say he was the devil in disguise.

He immediately smirked at me and looked me up and down, "damn!".

"In your dreams pretty boy" i winked over my shoulder as i walked to the elevator waiting for him to follow. Wasnt going to let him think i was easy like all the other girls he manages to seduce.

Behind me i heard him chuckle and mumble 'damn' to himself. I probably wasnt supposed to hear that but oh well.

When we got outside he opened the door to the car for me and i slid in to the cool leather seat. Once he got in i asked how far the drive was and he said about 10 minutes back to his house.

His parents must not be home because what kind of parents let their kid throw a party for the high school at their house, especially if theirs drinking. I guess theres really not a whole lot of room for me to say much with my parents not even being in the picture.

I haven't thought of them much since ive been back. Is it wrong to not think of them, even after what they did to me? I wonder what they think happened to me or do they already know? Do they even care?

"Hey we're here. You okay?" I glanced over to see a slightly concerned look on his face.

I laughed a little "yeah why?"

Thinking about my family really makes my head spin. What i need is a drink or two to clear my mind for the night.

"Nothing, you were just quiet" he smirked "must have been picturing me naked".

"I never say much and id be scared if i thought of you that way." Could help but roll my eyes.

Opened the door and looked around absolutely impressed. Id never been to his neighborhood, not because i didnt have a reason to be there, but i never wanted to get caught by him and find out the consequence.

At least now he couldnt hurt me if he tried. Id hand his ass to him. I smirked and thought if only he knew what was in store and who hes standing next to.

His house, or should i say mansion was beautiful. It was an old estate clearly, it was made of brick with ivy and vines crawling up it. The drive way was a round a bout with a small white marble fountain in the middle. Had to have at least 10 rooms.

I could hear the music pounding from outside and my adrenaline already beginning to pump. Any bad thoughts that were going through my head are now long gone.