~ Black Lace ~ (l.h.)

20. The After Party

(a/n: so the beginning of this chapter is not smutty.... but then it kind of gets .... yeah.... i apologize in advance. read at your own risk.

if i know you irl pls dont ever mention this to me ever im sorry i told you about it in the first place dont judge me but it had to be done

i also want to thank my friend who has been helping me edit this mess bc she spared me actually having to write the sex badly so thanks)

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Luke tries to hold true to his promise of avoiding crushing my feet, but it’s pretty inevitable. His feet are massive and he’s definitely not the most coordinated person I’ve ever met. But it’s alright. Every time he steps on me, he apologises profusely and by the end of the night, he’s gotten much better. He definitely wins the ‘most improved’ dancer award, if there was such a thing.

I took turns dancing with my other friends as well and I got to know Sarah fairly well in the few hours we were there. I slow danced with Calum, which may not have been the best idea, but we’re still friends, and I can’t shake the feeling that if Luke hadn’t come into my life when he did, things wouldn’t be any different. And he’s the perfect gentleman while we dance. It started fairly awkwardly, not unlike the way we danced in middle school, staying at arm’s length and shuffling ungracefully, not making much eye contact. But about fifteen seconds into the song, Calum seemed to decide that it shouldn’t be awkward so he moved closer, held my hips a little tighter, and made a dirty joke in my ear. After that, we basically laughed through the whole song, earning some glares from the couples around us, trying to make out in peace.

At around 11 o’clock, everyone starts to leave. There are at least five parties that I heard were happening and I trust Ashton to find us the best one. We find each other (I’d been dancing with Luke and Sarah) and then, standing outside in the cool evening air, make a game plan.

“There are parties at Shelby MacDonald’s, Sean Newton’s, Cecilia Findlay’s, and Peter Mitchell’s.” Ashton gets straight to the point. “Who’s gonna be designated driver?”

“I will,” Calum volunteers. “I’ll take Rachel home and I will meet you guys with my car. Which one are you thinking…?”

“I vote Cecilia’s,” Laurel says at once. “I heard her talking about it in class last week and from the sound of it, she hired a professional DJ and everything.” We all look to Ashton for counterarguments.

“That’s as good a place as any. As long as there’s alcohol, I’m in. Let’s do it.”

After it’s made sure that Calum knows where he’s going, we set off in the limo (which we can’t actually afford to drive us home after the party, hence our designated driver) to Cecilia’s house, which is in the same neighbourhood as Michael’s. Michael and Sarah agreed to meet us there, as they’d taken one of Michael’s expensive cars from his house.

Cecilia is a popular girl. She’s incredibly pretty with green eyes and straight, long brown hair and a perfect white smile. She’s rich, too, though I doubt that’s the reason why people are so drawn to her. Her house is huge, but so are her boobs.

Her house is only a few doors from Michael, so if worst came to worst, we could probably stay with him if we get too drunk. Of course, that would mean Luke and I wouldn’t have the privacy of his empty house. I bite my lip thinking about spending the night with Luke. I don’t know if we’ll actually go very far, though I’d like to go all the way with him. I want to know every inch of his skin and hopefully tonight will be the night...

Luke takes my hand as we make our way into Cecilia’s house. It’s very similar to Michael’s, in that it’s massive and modern. There are already at least a hundred people here and the place is becoming a mess fast.