Caught Like A Fly ♦ mcyt fanfiction

white teeth teens - seven

Hullo there! I'd like to preface this chapter with a big thanks to all my wonderful followers! I cherish every single one of you wonderful writers! I love writing, knowing that people are excited for the next chapter. Sooooo, I'd like to introduce something!

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400 FRIDAYS! What does that awesome title entail? Each chapter posted on Fridays, must be longer than four-hundred words! This may sound a bit ridicules, but its quite hard for me! I usually just write around two-hundred words per chapter. Yay! ^^

Oh - lyrics belong to Lorde - White Teeth Teens (cool song, check it out! It was my inspiration for this chapter!)

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We wouldn't be seen here dead in the day.

I stared at my sneakers for a long time before Marcia nudged me. "Come on, Mar." She urged, smiling. "Ten sharp." She echoed.

I was feeling so many emotions, it was scary, I'd admit it. I'd never been to a party, even though I was a junior. Sad, right? I'd always been the one to go to sleep early, and I didn't have the heart for going to any of Matt's parties when we were dating.

But to see Jordan, Mitch, their friends? I couldn't wimp out. Actually, I was excited, almost giddy. A goofy grin spread upon my pale face. 

"Let's go." I whispered, jumping up.

Marcia clapped and grabbed my arm. "Yay, fun Maria! I like her!" She gushed, stepping out of the doorway and into the hall.

I followed, and it didn't take long before we were outside. We had to be cautious, because curfew was eleven, and girls weren't allowed in the boy's dorms at all. It was risky, but I had a feeling it would be totally worth it.

My phone was slipped into the back-pocket of my skinny jeans, and my auburn hair was pulled up into a messy bun, or how it usually is. 

I could hear the faint sounds of Marcia beside me, exhaling, and her warm breath turning into vapor. It was cold tonight, hopefully the security guards where off-duty.

After a long walk on the black asphalt, we arrived at the dorm. Brick walls, of course, but the inside was painted green and white, our school colors. 

Go Panthers.

Two stairwells lead up to the rooms, and we rushed up them with a surge of defiance and giddiness. It was an adrenaline rush to say the least.

Room 347. I could hear people talking when me and Marcie approached the door. She knocked and stood back. 

A tall guy, maybe in his mid-twenties opened the door, with a big goofy smile. He reached out his hand to me, and I took it with a smile. "Hey, my names Ian." He greeted, ruffing up his hair.

"Hullo der' Ian, I'm Marcia and this is Maria." Marcie smiled, pointing at herself, then me. 

"Well, Mars' come on in!" He swung the door open to a group of guys chatting, some sitting on bean-bags, and some on desk chairs. Jerome was seated in the window-sill.

"MARIA! MARCIA!" Jerome started chanting, and everyone soon joined in. I blushed, not used to having all the attention on myself.

Jordan smiled, and grabbed my hand. It was a friendly gesture, but I couldn't help but blush. Marcie jabbed me playfully, in the side. 

"This is some of our friends," Jordan exclaimed, pointing at the guys in order. "Ryan, Adam, and Ian." They all waved, and we waved back. They looked so goofy and fun, I so excited. 

"Wow, I never thought I would meet you guys." Marcia confessed, brushing her hair behind her neck. 

"Well, now that you have, lets play a game!" Mitch added, lightly punching Jerome off his perch. 

What games will be played? Will Maria and Jordan's relationship grow? Will Jerome resume his perch? FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER! ~RAINY

There is an ant on my nightstand. Ew.